Short Stories Collection On Sidnaaz ✨️

✔️Story of Rudransh Singh Rathore and Avantika Pratap Singh --Sneak and peak-- They are exactly what other needed; the missing piece that made everything else magically click into its place. She's the type of woman who shows her sinister side when she believes in good man; precisely her man. The two body wrapped in eachother's arms getting their way to eachother in the dim yet soft light of Victorian gothic chamber. The lavender's room fragrance swimming around the Royal couple who stood in black and white. He is like the burning fire of the sun while she is calm like the moonlight of the night. They met like one evening; When he drowns, she rises so that she can keep their world enlighten through his light. Both of them; balancing eachother's genre. ______________ Her: How your eyes fell on me so undistracted? Him: Eyes? My whole fucking being fell for you, Mrs. Rathore. Her: I can't believe it. Him: Believe me, wife. Even the stars fell for you, how could I not? _______________ Him: I had lost myself, somewhere, while searching for you. Her: Believe me, husband, not more than me. Your footsteps use to echo inside abandoned corridors of my heart. _______________

FOR FANS OF BRIDGERTON. To save her family's reputation, Isabella must impersonate her twin sister to deceive her sister's husband in a scheme that depends on her not falling for him. ****** Identical twins Isabella and Arabella Garvey have nothing in common except their looks: where Arabella is a confident socialite, Isabella hides from society, ruined by scandal. But when Arabella runs away with a secret lover to escape her loveless marriage, Isabella must impersonate her sister in order to save her family's reputation. The only problem? In order to outfox Arabella's cruel and clever husband, Isabella must start living with him, and it doesn't take long for her to discover a passionate and respectful man under his icy exterior. But is she willing to destroy her sister's reputation in order to be with the man she loves? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

When 16 year old Katy Rhodes goes for a night of babysitting, she expects everything to go perfectly fine. But when everything goes wrong and when she gets kidnapped she must fight for survival.

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

"Fuck you," I cried out, retracting my hand to inspect my injured finger. The small, throbbing pain was a reminder of our confrontation. "See? You can't help but play the damsel in distress." His large hands enveloped mine, inspecting my injured finger with surprising gentleness. Victor's touch ignited both irritation and an inexplicable warmth within me as he rubbed the sore spot with a tenderness that caught me off guard. "You just can't help it." He pressed a soft kiss to my palm, leaving me momentarily stunned as he released my hand. "Sit down and take a few deep breaths." ___________________________________________ Determined to piece together the shattered fragments of her life before embarking on the next chapter, Lilan confronts her challenges with unwavering resolve. She is fiercely committed to standing by her family and friends during this tumultuous time, all while striving to reclaim her own identity and aspirations. Amidst the emotional turmoil, she navigates a complicated relationship with her childhood best friend's brother-a bond steeped in tension and shared history. As unresolved feelings bubble to the surface, Lilan grapples with the question: can she find balance in the chaos, or will the lingering shadows of her past come creeping back to overwhelm her? Join Lilan on this empowering journey filled with resilience, love, and the quest for self-discovery, as she learns to embrace her strength and carve a path toward a brighter future.

[Excerpt; only first 4 chapters] I'm Ava, a human who has been kidnapped from my home world and forced to live with an abusive scourge,-an alien with a tail that has shown me nothing but hurt and pain. I'm so afraid of scourges I run away and climb to the top of a gigantic stack of storage containers where I hide, refusing food and water. So, when a beautiful, winged alien flies up to me, opening his arms, and telling me to leap... *** I am Rigel of the Archae Bennuidae, a 7-foot tall, muscular winged humanoid living among the scourges. When I'm summoned to help with a scourge's pet, I find a scared human hiding atop a gigantic stack of wobbling storage containers about to topple. I call to her and open my arms. She refuses to let go of that storage container hovel, and it's only when I promise to protect her that she jumps. I catch her. The trembling human in my arms needs so much. Medical treatment and above all, a home. I'm worried, though. My emotions, generally under tight control, are altered by our skin-to-skin contact. I want her in more ways than one. *** This is a story of healing and, along the way, falling in love.