This is the rule. Whenever you read that a story is true, it is always and inevitably untrue. But in this case, however, everything you read here is true. The burnt remains for Rachel Amina Darwish were discovered in Algonquin Park in Ontario, Canada. Her Instagram was @racheladarwish The only clues offering an explanation for her death were found in an anonymous blog written by an unknown individual. The content in this book was taken from this blog website that has since been seized by the police: www.everyoneandnoone.org

"Ayesha Madam! I want you to write my story in this. My hafiz-ji gave this to me." I smiled breezily, relishing my victory of finally hearing her speak. "I will, Talat. I will." As I held the frayed old diary, I could see a saga chiseled on its grimy brown cover, as if it was a witness, a faithful friend, an unfailing narrator. On the first page, it was written in Urdu- "You are gifted, my child. With his blessings, insha'allah you will go a long way." Encapsulated in a world brimming with limits and restraints, Talat heard these words with strange trepidation, she doubts whether she has the authority to determine the length of this "long way". Meet Talat Sheikh, an ordinary 16 year-old girl who hails from a tiny village named Rasoolpur. Accompany her on a journey of persevering, transitioning, discovering, losing and conquering. Married at 16 to a man named Aftab who belongs to one of the wealthiest family in the village of Karaundi, read how a young Talat goes through a jagged path, grappling with her own feelings, challenging the lines inscribed on her palms, abandoning her girlhood, her identity, belying her love for her first sweetheart Mahib. Did she win? How long did it take? What did she lose? What did she gamble? There are a lot of questions. So go on and see for yourself. Set up in the years 1998-2015 , Her journey is equally poignant and beatific. It will inspire you and it will unusually shatter you. Have a great read!

"I must have hit my head a lot harder than I had anticipated, or maybe breathe too much smoke because this is definitely nut-case crazy. Or a very creepy dream that feels way too real for my own good. I can pat my subconscious on the back for that one, but at the same time, it might be a little over the top." When Melody set fire to a museum she didn't expect to hit her head on the pavement and wake up in a nightmare. But she does. And this nightmare is not a nightmare apparently--it's a curse. A curse that traps her into paintings. And there's no escaping from the wrath of a possessed painting out to teach an art-hater a lesson. Cover painting made by Soo Kim (http://sookimstudio.com/blog/)

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

|| Everything changes when you fall in love with the enemy. || When General Niall Killian, a high ranked prodigy, recruits the newly graduated Thea Rhaanan to work for him, his hope is that she will be the key to unlocking incredibly valuable information from an uncooperative source. This information being exactly what he needs to finally bring an end to the decades long conflict between the Aiverian State and its despised rebels, the Elorian Crows. However, Thea has her own ideas. Realizing that helping Niall may mean turning on her own people, the very people the Elorian Crows fight for, Thea must decide if trusting Niall is the right thing to do... especially when working for the State means being in the heart of the lions den and surrounding herself with people who hate her. Of course, her confusion and fear only worsens when she finds herself not only growing close to her new co-workers, but also starting to develop feelings for the General himself.

The households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the household. She is a wife, a daughter, a daughter in-law, a mother.... But who is she in reality? Mrinalini. The name was abruptly forgotten the moment she stepped into the Acharya household as a married woman. She became Mrinal for her husband, Bouma (daughter in-law) for her in-laws and other elders, Boudi(sister in-law) for her brothers in-law and Mrs. Acharya or Acharya Boudi for outsiders. Her identity was forgotten as she gradually accepted her duties as a married woman, as a daughter in-law and as someone who was expected to sacrifice. Their home wasn't a mansion or even a bungalow. There were financial constraints and there were challenges like every other middle class home. Not everything was easily available, apart from that one thing that was abundant and pravalent: PATRIARCHY She was taken for granted like most women in India are. Maybe there was love, maybe there was no mistreatment yet Mrinalini felt the walls around her constricting on her and causing her asphyxiation. This is the story of a bird compelled to live in a locked, golden cage... Will she ever liberate herself and fly? ... Dedicated to all the Indian mothers and women and to women all around the world who dedicated their entire lives to raise their children, to give love and to be selfless. ... This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's thoughts or sentiments. This is a work of pure fiction that came to my mind after watching the Bengali movie, 'Mukherji da r Bou'. The concept and the story and the characters explored in the story are all going to be my creation and my own original ideas. No plagiarism intended or supported. My work is copyrighted

Jessica Thompson is an everyday average gal. Who happens to have a very popular twin brother. Who also happens to be some-what friends with the most popular guy at school who's girlfriend often shoots mental bullets at her. And she also happens to make the hit list of the notorious bad boy. But, that's it. Everything else is pretty much normal. Neglecting the fact that the bad boy is sleeping over nearly every night and the popular some-what friend continuously hit on her.

Born under the sun of the Persian Empire in the Kingdom of Maghreb, Zeynab, a young, headstrong, intelligent woman desperately seeks treatment for her father's ailment. With little resources and choice, Zeynab defies convention and seeks an audience with the royal physician of the sultan, Rashid Al-Hamid, a man known for his ruthlessness and cruelty on the battlefield. Born with an arrogance and a merciless heart, none dared to challenge him, until Zeynab is mistaken for his entertainment on arrival. When Sheikh Rashid Al-Hamid encounters the stubbornly independent woman, he is struck by her beauty and defiant nature, fueling the possessive need to take her as his captive. Zeynab bristles under his arrogance and refuses to become one of his harem women, but Sheikh Rashid is undeterred by her defiance. Fleeing, Zeynab vows to escape the sensual Sheikh, but the chase does little to temper the hunter blood in him. As the two go head to head in a battle of wills, Zeynab senses a formidable opponent within Sheikh Rashid and the sultan quickly learns not to underestimate the willful woman, who has half a mind to demonstrate that she's more than he makes her out to be. What will happen to Zeynab as she fights against the Sultan for her independence?

In the face of the powerful, young and roguishly handsome landlord Choudhary Shah-Nawaz Qureshi, only Mehar-Bano was the one to oppose his patriarchal rule and in her fight, she fell and lost her husband, her heart and home. But it didn't stop her. A saga of love, obsession, insanity, murder and vengeance. The Fallen Widow.

"Beauty is not what attracts the eye; but that what captures the heart." -Anonymous "Hypothetically speaking; life is a journey, physical beauty is materialistic and love is priceless. Hypothetically, our requirements when it comes to 'our life partners' are: Personality golden heart love respect But we humans are hypocrites! Hypothesis can never walk hand in hand with practical life When filling the form on a matrimonial site... Isn't it always that the description begins with 'fair and beautiful' or 'well settled and handsome'? Do we not look at the mirror, at our own reflection and judge ourselves harshly? I look at the mirror each day too. The difference is that I see myself in a different light than the rest of the world. They look at me and judge me instantly... And I... Well I happen to know myself better. I know that my abilities are far beyond what greets me in the mirror each day. I know that I desire more emotions from people than just pity and sympathy... You ask me what is wrong with me? I'd reply I am fine... Because I really am My reflection is perfect for me... I am more than a face. I am more than just physical beauty. I am that fire which will someday burn down this typical society..." ________________ Anindita; her name means 'beautiful and virtuous' She has been the center of her father's universe and the reason of her mother's smile. They were never rich... But they could afford her name... Her name that was her identity and whose meaning was synonymous to her appearance. Life isn't a bed of flowers... And neither is hers... This is her story... Of a swan turning into an ugly duckling... From being a VICTIM to becoming a SURVIVOR _______________ This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's sentiments. A work of pure fiction straight out of my own imagination. I do not support plagiarism of any sort