A boy who was bullied in school is the sole surviving son of the Greatest Knight that ever lived, the Knight who promised the throne that all his generations to come will serve the throne until his queen dies and in her place, his bully is handed the crown.…
She doesn't feel like she belongs in this shitty world. Like she was meant to be someplace else. Her social life is non-existent and she is in love with her best friend who she has no idea why he talks to her because he is a heartbreaker dating the most popular girls in the school and she knows he wouldn't date anyone like her but he has stuck by her since they were kids and she likes his company way too much to ruin it.…
This is a Fan Fiction on Nils Kuesel. It stands as a sequel to its previous book "With Him" on the same person. I was frustrated to the breaking point. He closed in the distance between us and softly brushed my cheeks entangling his fingers into my hair making me relax into his touch. This shouldn't have to be this hard, why couldn't we just be together? "Hey," Nils said snapping me out of my thoughts, "I'll make this work okay? I know that a lot is on the line but just trust me." He said planting a kiss on my forehead. He'd been doing that a lot lately, kissing me on my forehead ever since I strictly forbade him to kiss anywhere else, not until he was still married to someone else. This was a huge mess, almost chaotic but in that moment everything seemed possible.…
And we half ran half walked hand in hand through the cold streets of Paris. I was freezing in the slip-on skin-tight black dress laughing, with my heels in my hand. And we stopped, huffing and puffing as he took out his phone to click a picture of me laughing as slowly he grabbed me from the back. Trying to entrap this happy moment. I turned and stuck my tongue out copying him. Snap went the phone camera. And I looked down at the picture his bright blue eyes peering from over my shoulder, it was beautiful. Nic and I were beautiful. Beautiful together.This story is the continuation of one of the two endings of the FanFic "With Him"…
#1 Void Series A boarding school in the middle of the sea and newly crowned queen promised to the man who she hates the most and a best friend who has fallen for her. And most of all gifted with the power of Void making her the strongest queen in succession ascending upon the throne of Europe.…
Honeycombs and Blackholes is a collection of poems or monolouges from different phases of life ranging from heartbreak, self-love, love, and all the honeycombs and blackholes of life. I hope you love them as much I do.…
This is a Fanfiction on Nils Kuesel. I smiled at the laptop screen as I lay on bed with soft blue lights on. "What are you smiling at?" Asked Nils from the other side of the screen. I lowered the screen to look at him, a neutral expression on his face. "Oh nothing." I smiled and kept the laptop beside. "Nah, I wanna see." He said grabbing the laptop. "A fan edit of me, really?" He smiled up at me "Just seeing what your female fan following is upto these days." I said a little jealous-ly "Mmm jealous... should've thought about it before you dated me, now you are stuck." He said smiling wider. "Oh god just come here." he said nearing me and hugging me as I closed my eyes soaking in his warmth and touch. My home.…
I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it.My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.…