A Song- A Gift
Something I wrote to my ex long ago on her birthday. Today Is Your Birthday… very special day for me you!. Here I go..
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Something I wrote to my ex long ago on her birthday. Today Is Your Birthday… very special day for me you!. Here I go..
A/N: This is the last chapter but don't worry I will be back with another TVD story soon. :) I hope you have enjoyed this xx Chapter 8: Every since spring break, nothing big has happened.
This is the final chapter of the story!.
-3 months later- We decided that we wanted our wedding in Agios Gordis, it was a little area on Corfu island. We were leaving today at 5pm.
20/05/12 We're on the move again, and Storm's leg has healed up so I can ride her. You know, thinking about it, this has been the first time I've ridden a horse. According to Charlie, I'm a natural.
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
~Prologue~ It was never going to be an ordinary day.
She stood before the mirror. Drinking in her reflection. She'd waited so long for this day. Her dress was satin perfection. The veil kissed her pretty face. Hung beautifully down to her waist.
18+ sexual and swear words references. You'll do it anyway but I've warned you.
You're So Different Part Two I showed her around, introduced her to almost everybody. The weirdest thing was, is that we had the exact same schedule. Kinda creepy.
Once on a crumpled scrap of paper. Smeared with lipstick blots and ink splatters. She wrote a poem. And she called it "Valentine's Day". And that's what it was all about.
(My first attempt at a tragic love story. Thanks for reading!) James was a good guy. He really was, but he got into trouble, and lots of it. He was attracted to the danger. It made him feel alive.
Some of my favourites. Enjoy!. ______________ Parrots of Sierra Leone "Nuts for sale, nuts for sale.... Who will buy my nuts for sale". Said the old woman sat in her box of cardboard.
Chapter 2 *Liam* "Mrs. Johnson is here. Who do you think is going?" Layla barged in my bedroom the next day. Mrs. Johnson is the Social Worker. I sighed because I knew it had to be me.
Contains explicit language And swearing Watch out for the Pagans and the Heathens the Babylonians and the demons, politicians who deceiving Freemasons are the new world Order Yo Bush & Blair...
Ole grandpa Joe, now there was a man Six feet tall, drove a black sedan. Took me fishing on sunny days, We ate jello sandwiches and drank lemonade.
Chapter 42 We walked with other people. Then we suddenly stood in another line. We were going to check our bags when I saw him. Eric. Eric and I were friends.
'James' cried out Delilah, flying into his arms. He looked exhausted, he was covered in a thin layer of dust and had a cut above his eyebrow and his arm in a sling.
I spend three hours deciding what to wear. I check the mirror constantly although I normally wouldn't care. I get the butterflies in my stomach whenever I see you.
She waited until her wedding day No heathen man would have his way By her rules, she would not sway His love must be true He must first say I do They must be wed Before she'd let him in her bed...
Hey people of the world. I'm watching big bang theory. It's funny. Penny's dressed up as Wonder Woman and showing..... Cleavage, it's just like WTF?.
'Lissa. Lissa, did you hear?' 'Oh. Being civil again now are we?' What the hell. She was the one suggesting that things were different than they were. 'Actually no.
Princess Feather sat on her throne, Listening to her father-king drone, He said things that bored her ears, Yet somehow satisfied his peers.
Oh dearie me. It shouldn't be. About how you rank. And all the likes you bank. Oh boy, oh boy. Where is the joy. In posting and stealing. Instead of writing and dreaming. Oh my delight.