Exceptions mga kuwento

"Don't" You freeze, glancing behind you cautiously, unsure of what he'll do next "Don't go. Not without me." You suppose even you have exceptions.

A different track with different feelings.... 😔😔😔😔😔😔 Betrayal and emotions... 😡😡😡😡 Trust was tested.... 😑😑😑😑😑 Kaira was born☺☺☺☺🙂 peep in to know.....

In the Deathly Hallows, Slytherin is a stereotypical evil house. They weren't allowed in Dumbledore's Army, they were all supportive of the Dark Lord, they all hated Potter and Muggle-borns, they were all pureblood and persecuted those who weren't. But what about Larissa? Sorted into Slytherin the very same year Potter was sorted into Gryffindor, she knew about stereotypes and was determined to be an exception.

A letter written to Ryan Young- my one, and my only, exception. **Warning** This short story contains references and descriptions of physical domestic abuse and violence. Please be cautious while reading.

"and that was the day that i promised I'd never fall in love cause it does not exist ..but you....you are the only exception...." "And no matter how many times we go crashing down , we'll just build it up again . We got time ....." ".... because when it comes to us - you, me . We're endgame ,love" MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKINGS number 3🥉 > #stilltheone number 1 🥇> #exception number 79🏅 > #purple number 110🎖️ > #eternally number 160🎖️ > #home

Laney Donaldson is sick and tired of the heartbreak that people of the opposite sex ALWAYS seem to bring. So she has resigned herslef to a safe life full of crazy friends, and her two pet cats. But when a curly headed stranger needs help finding a book will she be able to dive past that feer of heartbreak and help him, or will she be forever stuck behing the boring old store counter? Could this stranger possibly be her only exception?

Mac Burrow, with a lost friend who never cared for him, only throbs with love to avenge her. Even with the constant pushing and shoving, cruelty given to him love lives on. And the mystery of her death that he is willing to uncover even at many risks. Uncover the story of Mac Burrow, who seeks letters left by his dead friend Maria to uncover what she hid and why she died. **** "Maria," I whisper. Under the silhouette of the great broad oak tree, their she is dead. Maria hates me, and I love her. We were insuperable friends. Together, and never apart, no matter her protests. Now she is dead right after I said I hated her.

She is simple. He is popular. She is smart. He is smart ,sometimes She is beautiful. He is handsome. She is kind and lovely. He is annoying and arrogant. She is Lheirra Fallen. He is Mieggo Zarragoza. They are totally opposite. But in a unexpected situation,their ways collide.What will happen to the both of them?

Victoria lives in an apartment in the heart of New York City. When she begins looking for a roommate to help pay rent, there's a mixup. She ends up sharing a bunk bed in her 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment with Evan, a teacher's aide.

They see you as a normal fan but sometimes that's not really the case for you at least. This story is going to written in Sweden, but I just find it easier to describe the emotions in english. This short story is based on a dream I had the 30 October 2016. It felt really real and I just needed to share it to the real fooo lovers, just like me.

He wants to say 'I love you' but keeps it at 'goodnight' Because love would mean falling and she's afraid of heights

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Život není tak spravedlivý, aby láska na první pohled byla jen pouhou výjimkou.

Everybody's faith is decided , Everybody's future is written , Everyone knows they're going to die , but he , he's the exception ....

"My mind is a terrifying chamber, sculpted by my inner-demons. No one would dare enter it. " A collection of poems made by yours truly as I find inspiration in my everyday struggle of living. Some may be dark, some are not, some may be short, and some may be long. But all of it mean something and contain a part of me. May it be because of my tears, or because of my laughs, these poems reflect on how I view the hell on earth.