The Waitress It'S Always Sunny

I remember whispering those words, my voice swallowed by the wind as I gazed at him from afar—the boy who once promised me forever. “I’ll find you when we grow up. I’ll search the world just to be with you again.” He had said it with such certainty, as if the universe itself had written our fate in the stars. I held onto that promise like a lifeline. But time has a cruel way of unraveling even the strongest of vows. I waited. And waited. And waited. But he never came back. When I finally searched for him, desperate to fill the aching void he left behind, I found him—smiling, holding someone else’s hand, walking beside her like she was his world. I became nothing more than a stranger to him, a forgotten chapter in his story. Yet, in that single moment, my heart shattered as if I had been foolish enough to believe love could defy time. “I searched and found you,” he murmured, standing before me once more, his gaze unreadable. But fate is unkind. I had spent years chasing a shadow, drowning in an ocean of longing, only to reach the shore and realize he had already built a home without me. “I loved you… Goodbye.” I turned away, but he caught my wrist, his grip trembling. “Please,” he pleaded, “this time might be ours.” Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I pulled away. I had spent too long waiting for him to return, only to find that love had never truly been mine to keep. “I still love you,” I whispered to the wind. “And I’m glad that, for a moment, you knew.” That night, I lay in bed, feeling both relieved and empty, my heart a battlefield of memories and unfulfilled dreams. Years passed. I grew older. I lived, I breathed, but I remained alone. And one day, as sleep embraced me like an old friend, I wondered—would my heart ever stop searching for him? Or would someone finally find me and lead me toward a destiny where love no longer meant waiting in vain?

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes. Alexia POV: Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type. When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the "accidental" brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say "unpaid rent."

Iris is a boring college student whose mere existence attracted a being, a non-human. They say there's a fine line between love and obsession, that line was crossed long ago when he met her

Steffanly it's me Ini adalah kisahku. Kisah yang tak pernah kubayangkan ditahun terakhir masa SMA ku. Putus dari pacar hingga merasa dilema akan perasaan disaat para sahabat laki-lakiku mulai menunjukan ketertarikan mereka padaku. "Hai dear, tak apakan aku menulis cerita kita disini?"

I entered the room slowly,the door slamming shut behind me?the room was dark only lightened by a small light on the ceiling which alone wasn't good enough for my eyes to see clearly then I heard it the hiss that sent shivers down my spine I gasped in fear turning around slowly,only to see a snake of a breed I didn't know, black and a hint of gold colors stripped along the body, a size as big as me . Then I moved closer slowly "awwn you are really adorable" I said holding up my arms. Petra is a young bI entered the room slowly,the door slamming shut behind me?the room was dark only lightened by a small light on the ceiling which alone wasn't good enough for my eyes to see clearly then I heard it the hiss that sent shivers down my spine I gasped in fear turning around slowly,only to see a snake of a breed I didn't know, black and a hint of gold colors stripped along the body, a size as big as me . Then I moved closer slowly "awwn you are really adorable" I said holding up my arms. Petra is a young brunnete who due to a huge dept had to be sold to a tyrant prince by her uncle. This was the only que to their survival.

Imagine a wild fusion of sharp British wit and anime absurdity. This light novel blends wry, quirky humour with a satirical journey through the ever-evolving world of online trends, social media, gaming, and music culture. It’s the kind of book nobody else could have written—and the one I always wished existed. Lillian is like all other girls—every single one of them. She dreams of eBunnee fame on the hottest social media app around. But while wandering through the enchanting #HeartLingForest, she stumbles upon something—or rather, someone—a quirky ghost girl with a flair for the dramatic, and when Lillian asks the ghost to follow her... she literally does. At Estresey Academy, the youth of today are moulded into eBunnee addicts, trained to worship followers as if they're the key to eternal life. In this bizarre world, followers aren’t just important—they’re everything. eBunnee is so addictive, even the non-humans, inanimate objects, AND ghosts are scrambling for their own slice of the fame pie. Join Lillian (or, you know, follow/stalk) on her hilarious journey through a world where fame is fleeting, friendships are tested, and the line between reality and the virtual realm blurs in the most entertaining ways!

*Excerpt* "Argh..." Ellie forced herself to stop moving, and she pushed the man dragging her away by her arm with all the strenght she could muster. "Aren't you listening to me? He's only a child. Please." she pleaded. The man was as solid as a concrete wall, and although he barely moved a step away despite the force she used in pushing him, her actions seemed to have made him stop dragging her. Or maybe not. Because the next second, she heard the sound of the sole of a shoe hit the ground, then another, and another... Turning around in apprehension, she realized the painter had finally turned from his painting and was walking toward her. Her bones froze instantly. His face... She had no words to describe how beautiful he was, even though his skin was almost white. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his dangerously cold dark grey eyes. His steps were slow and majestic, making him look like a top ranked demon walking out of hell with just one agenda — to end her miserable life. He reeked of bloodlust, and the aura around him radiated death and destruction. The hairs on her skin stood up in reaction to the threat approaching her, and knowing she couldn't outrun him, she fell on her knees. "P-please, I-im s-sorry for disturbing you a-and pushing him. My brother is only a child. He's sick and I'm the only one he has. If you must imprison me, then I beg you to at least take him to an orphanage." Ellie pleaded, stuttering for the first time in her life, her eyes fixed on the floor. A moment later, she felt a cold finger touch her chin, pushing her head. When that was done, he took off her mask, exposing her face. Ellie's heart was beating wildly by this time. There was no trace of warmth, neither did any emotion register on his face upon seeing her complete facial features. It was just plain, cold, blankness. "You are in no position to make demands." His lips finally moved, and the words that came out of his mouth crushed Ellie's heart. "It's not a demand. Just a request. I don't want him to die." She persisted. "What makes you think I would grant such a request?" "Because it's the right thing to do." Ellie gave the obvious answer, but his face twisted like she just spit poison at him. "Do I look like someone who gives a fuck about doing the right thing?" "No!" Ellie answered truthfully. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Saving my brother is not the right thing. It is the wrong thing. In fact, I can assure you it is the wrongest thing to do." She made a quick U-turn, and the painter's brows flew up in surprise for just a second, before his next order jumped out of his mouth. "Take her away." *** Life dealt Ellie Sander a cruel blow when her parents suddenly died in a car crash, leaving her to cater for her five year old anaemic brother, whose ability to walk was affected by the same crash. With no money, no stable job, and no help coming from anywhere, she was forced to take advantage of the insecurity in their town to fend for herself and her brother. Being a waitress in the day and a fake Vampire at night, she raised enough money and all went well until one night when she met with the real vampire, and her freedom was taken away.

struggling to achieve basic things is not easy for some , which is nothing to other people read to know more

"I am Xavier Eason Parker take you Sofia Estelle White to be my wife to have and take care of each other, from now until forever. In times of hardship and joy, in times of abundance and in shortage, in times of health and sickness, to love and cherish one another, until death do us part, according to God's holy law, and this is my sincere promise of allegiance.", and by that line, me and him were officially a husband and wife

What happens when a theorist of fantastic tales finds himself in a world where myths are real and everything and nothing is part of that and being truly normal is what is fantasy.

There was once a shooting star destined for the heavens in the world of basketball, a potential third in the G.O.A.T. debate, alongside LeBron and Jordan. That was until he vanished without a trace, and disappeared off the grid. His tales eventually became myths, and he a spectre. This is the story of his nephews who he took into his care and made them his proteges. 30 years after his disappearance they make their debut.

I used to think that Love, only existed in the warm pages of books... I used to think that all women were the same. liars, and users... Until I met HER... I couldn't understand why my heart would beat so fast when I was near her... Or why I felt like I was drowning when I wasn't... I promised myself I would never fall in love... But damn.... How my heart betrayed me... And out of all the girls I could have fallen for, I fall for HER...

Akira, a teen shattered by his abusive mother and hatred for humanity, resolves to leap from an abandoned building. Lisa, a classmate with mind-reading powers, confronts him, exposing his pain and the lingering goodness he denies. Amid screams and self-destruction, Akira collapses, surviving with broken hands and fractured resolve. Hospitalized, he awakens to Lisa’s exhausted but steadfast presence—her green eyes and quiet strength hinting at unspoken bonds. As dawn breaks, she becomes a flicker of light in his darkness. But trauma’s grip is relentless: Can her empathy outlast his nihilism? In a world he loathes, is survival a curse… or a chance to rewrite it?

This is a wonderful story of love, betrayal, deceit and mystery. The story of a girl who is head strong to help her father finish what he couldn't finish. She abandons all her dream just to make sure her father's works continue to be at the top. She is restricted by her father's will, which stated she'd have to be married before she takes full charge. Her mother claims to be the CEO of the company, which she says was stated in the will of her late husband and does all she can to lay off her daughter from working there. Read the story to know what happens later

"I am new to writing, and I want to write a story with a character I love." "I don't speak English, and I'm writing the story in Spanish, then translating it."

A girl who was born healthy but got abandone by her own mother. She later got adopted by an old man and his wife.

After graduating high school, Sunny begins to find her footing as the promise of spring breathes new life into the world. During a peaceful walk in the park, she reflects on her time with Zane, their brief but impactful collaboration, and the mark he left on her and the group. As she sketches beneath a tree, memories of his bold energy and creative spirit come flooding back, reminding her of the unique connection they shared. Through her art, Sunny finds a way to honor his influence, embracing the inspiration he gave her and carrying it forward into her own journey.

Anya Soul's quiet demeanor masks a fierce determination born from years of emotional bullying. Targeted for her appearance, her choices, and her secrets, Anya endured relentless torment from classmates, family, and online "friends." But instead of succumbing to their cruelty, she channeled her pain into ambition. Anya's achievements serve as a quiet but powerful form of revenge, proving her doubters wrong in the most satisfying way—by becoming the confident, capable woman they never believed she could be. Her journey is one of self-discovery and the triumph of the human spirit.

Kosma Ars, a man who lost his memory, he really lost everything, he can't remember how to talk, or walk properly. One thing he always does, he sits on a long wooden bench, always staring at the collapsing sky. The sky looks torn from the sides of the clouds, the man wonders why he always sees the same collapsing sky, however, all that is needed, in order to make the man remember who he is. I sometimes want to write some impressive short stories like this, please read this story as you feel comfortable. (If you can, please read my other works)

Will sunny be his dream will sweet be hers. This romance is centred around a love of desserts and these two cannot avoid the idea that cakes are the spark and the heart of their feelings but is that enough?

Kael Valen’s life had always been defined by his ego, but everything changed the moment he met Serena Winters—a woman whose strength came not from a sense of superiority but from the scars of her past. She had learned to protect herself through hardship, a survivor of battles fought in silence, with a singular focus on achieving her dreams. They were worlds apart. His ambitions consumed him, and he rarely considered the feelings of others; she was a strong-minded woman who valued resilience over pride and self-reliance over dependence. Their lifestyles, ways of communicating, and understanding of love were at odds. He saw love as something to possess and control, while she saw it as a partnership, an exchange of mutual respect and growth. Could they bridge this gap, or would their differences be too great to overcome? Would their love evolve into something that transcends their pasts, or would it fall apart, a casualty of their contrasting views on life and love? Ultimately, their fates were uncertain, but one thing was clear: love, if ever meant to be, would demand transformation from both. Whether they ended up together or apart, they would never be the same again.