"Alt kirpik çizgisi hafif belirgindi, uykusuzluktan değil çok düşünmekten gibiydi..." Bu dünyada aşk; üzeri acılarla kapatılmış bir mezar taşıydı. Ve bu insanlar o mezarın etrafında el pençe divan durmuş yas tutanlar değil, mezarı kazanlardı. Aşk bir ölüm kalım oyunuydu. Onlarsa oyuncuları, baştan yazanları. Bu, sadece bir aşk hikayesi değildi. Bu, kalplerin seslerini susturamayan bir dünyanın en çarpıcı isyanıydı. "Sevmek mi haramdı yoksa sevdiğini göstermek mi? Biz mi günahkardık yoksa atan kalplerimiz mi? Vur ateşe bir kadeh daha sevgilim, Bir gece iki günün artık ne önemi vardı ki?"

Aria Ricci, 23 ans, étudiante en littérature, vit seule et isolée, sa seule amie étant Adriana. Une sortie dans un bar tourne au drame lorsqu'une fusillade éclate, orchestrée par Elyo Moretti, le chef d'un réseau. Aria récupère par hasard une clé USB appartenant à Elyo, déclenchant sa traque silencieuse. Elyo, obsédé et sans pitié, commence à surveiller Aria, envoyant Marco pour l'approcher et obtenir des informations. Malgré le danger et l'obsession d'Elyo, Aria, au caractère fort, refuse de se laisser intimider, créant une tension constante entre peur et fascination. ✰ Je t'aime de toute mon âme parce que l'âme ne meurt jamais... ✰ TW : violence/drogue/meurtre/dépression/TS/traumatisme..

𝐸𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔ℎ 𝑅𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 X 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑢ℎ𝑎𝑛 ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ I walked into the room like a dead man. The smell of antiseptic and blood mixed in the air, and my heart clenched at the sight before me. Reet. My Reet. She lay on the bed, so still, so pale... as if life had already left her body. Tubes ran across her arms, machines beeped softly beside her, and her lips were colorless. I walked closer and sank to my knees beside her bed. My hands trembled as I took hers into mine. Her fingers were cold-too cold. "Jaan..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "How long will you sleep, hmm? You've slept enough now... wake up, please. You haven't even started living with me yet. We were supposed to build a life together... you promised me, remember?" My tears fell freely now, wetting her hand. My heart was bleeding inside my chest, every breath a struggle. "Please, Jaan... just open your eyes once. Look at me once... please..." And then- The beeping stopped. The sound that had been keeping me alive-the only proof that she was still here-went silent. My world collapsed. "No... no... no!" I screamed, shaking her gently. "Reet! Jaan! Look at me! Don't do this! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me!" ｡𖦹°‧⋆˚࿔

" Just because lychees are hard to open doesn't mean that they are bitter inside" -------------------------------------------- " Mangoes lead the fruit kingdom and yet still receives a lot of criticism." -------------------------------------------- Our book, 'The Virtual Bridge: Beyond the Bloodline,' is all about two boys forming a brotherhood online, showing that true connections can thrive even from a distance. Perfect for anyone who values friendship in the digital age. What will happen when two different worlds collide? When you will get an elder brother vibes from a stranger? You entered my life when I was alone and had lost all my hopes. -------------------------------------------- "YOU ARE MY BROTHER ITS JUST YOU ARE FROM ANOTHER MOTHER" READ THE BOOK YO FIND OUT MORE ~~~~

Nightingale Tells A Tale is a collection of standalone short stories, each crafted to leave a lasting impact. In this anthology, every chapter is a complete tale, introducing new characters, exploring fresh emotions, and offering unique moments of reflection. From fleeting joys to bittersweet endings, these stories explore the beauty of impermanence, much like the nightingale's song-brief, poignant, and unforgettable.

A girl who is around 18 was crying while hugging a men she said, " jaana jaruri hai?, aap ruk nahi sakte". The man with a sweet smile on his face said " Rona band karo, kisi jaate hue ko haste hue vida karte hai rote hue nahi, or uske safar ki achhi dua karte hai, bas ek hafte ki toh baat hai uske baad mai aajaunga" he said while caressing her hair. The girl said, " haa fir bhi, mujhe achhaa nahi lag raha hai" " offo! Tum itna fikar mat karo, yaha hamari shadi ki taiyaari karne ke liye log hai ,or waise bhi mai kaam se hi toh jaa raha hu or mai ek hafte se pehle aane ki koshish karunga" , the man replied. She hugged him tightly , " nahi par fir bhi mujhe bhout jyada fikr ho rahi hai" The main distanced himself from her and said ," achhaa , chalo tumhari pareshani ko thoda dur kiya jaaye" The girl was looking at him with her tearful eyes Then the boy said, " mai tumse VAADA karta hu , mai ek hafte mein aaunga or fir tumse shadi karunga" Then , he kissed her forehead and left from there She was watching him go out of her eyes Somewhere in India , A plane has crashed and the condition of that plane is very bad and the chances of survival of the people inside it are very less. Will he be able to fulfil his promise? Read this book to know Let's see what happens in the lives of these two

In the heart of New York City, ambition and rebellion collide. Aiden Cross, a ruthless architect, is set on redeveloping Haven Row-until street artist Elijah "Eli" Moore fights back, turning their rivalry into a public war. But when Aiden is blackmailed, Eli becomes his unlikely ally, forcing them into a dangerous game of secrets, attraction, and survival. As enemies turn to something more, a deadly threat looms-one that could destroy them both. "Collide" is a gripping tale of passion, betrayal, and the fight to protect what truly matters.

"stop running, princess", said Randhir Singh Rajput in his deep husky voice. "You can not hide from me anymore" saying so he pulls Gauravi closer to him. "You disgust me" said Gauravi while trembling in his hold, "you are the worst person I have ever met", tears welled up in her eyes. Randhir gave a devilish smile and said " no one's interested in your liking princess, stop being a stubborn and get into the car", without waiting for a reply he dragged her towards the car and forcefully made her sit in the passenger seat royally ignoring her plead. ................................................................. Long ago, a princess named Rani was lost from the palace when she was just a month old. Raised by a kind man in a remote village, she grew up unaware of her royal lineage. Years passed until one day, a royal emblem caught her eye, triggering memories of a distant past. With the help of a wise sage, Rani discovered her true identity and returned to the kingdom, where she proved to be a compassionate and just leader. Her journey from a lost princess to a revered queen inspired many with the power of destiny and resilience. ................................................................ 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 Hope you all will like the story.

𝔻𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺. Trope :- age gap ( 20,27) Mafia Enemy to lovers "Darling, you are the reason for my very existence. Whatever you see is , what I see. I could not breathe in your absence. YOU , my love is all I can see when I close my eyes or when I open my eyes" Alex " She is a flower he fell for, a flower that is not only soft and beautiful, but also the flowers that have throns but he never stepped back. He never feared the thorns . He admired them more than the soft petals "

Başkasının ihaneti ve günahı sizin omzunuza ne kadar yük olabilir? Benim omzuma ne kadar yük olduğunu belki sizlere anlatamam ama birisinin hatası bir hayata merhaba dedirtirken bir hayata elveda dedirtti. Münzevilerin kaderi bu muydu ? Kalabalığın içinde , seni sevdiğine emin olduğun insanların yanında , sevdiğin adamın göğsünde bile yalnız hissetmek mi ? Hissetmekten ziyade yalnız olmak mı? Münzevilik gerçekten yalnız yaşayıp , anlaşılmadan ve kendini anlatamadan ölmekti. Her şeye rağmen yalnızlığı seven insanlara deniyordu münzevi. ××××××××××××× Münzevi : yalnızlığı seven , yalnızlığı tercih eden kimselere denir.