Unfinished thoughts, Unspoken sentences, Suspended dreams, The pain, The longing, The healing And everything in between - I gather them all, Weave them into poems And leave them inked On the pages of my heart.

"Fauzi" I yelled running in all the possible directions. I ran splitting the wind. My phone rang and it was Rehaan. "You found her? " I asked agitatedly. "No, Ayaan, I think...." "No, don't utter a word. Nothing would have happened to her.I know she will be safe. " I replied angrily. I was seething in anger. On me. My emotions were turmoil. I ran into the wind, even faster while darkness drowned me. Wait. I see something rather say someone on the bench. I could just figure out someone was sitting on the bench in the dark, from behind. "Rehaan, I see someone. I will ask them." "Excuse me, hello, you hear me?" I yelled. No reply. Strange. "Hello?" Again no replay. I neared. Creek. I stepped on something. I lowered the flashlight. I was shocked was an understatement. A bracelet. Blood coated. Wait. Oh no. Fauzi's bracelet. "Rehaan, I think, I found her" I neared dubiously. "Fauzi" I called softly. No replay. With shaky hands, I touch her and her head fell on my hand. "Fauzi" Allah, what am I seeing. Blood everywhere on her face. Her hands tied. Her dress torn, revealing too much of her skin. Her hijab was taken off. Hair disheveled. I quickly removed my jacket, and put it on her. "Fauzi" I shook her. I touch the back of her head. Allah, my hands had blood. I saw wounds on the back of her head. Glass piece was pierced in the side of her waist. I shook her violently. No response. I could not feel her breathing. My face was drenched with burning tears. Was she.... No.... This is my first story guys...please check it out.

On Saturday midnight, four students in Lake harbour high walk into a party. All of them underage but knowing this was going to be their best night ever. That rather quickly changes when the next day arrives all of them are taken away to the police station. On the floor of the party, house was 18-year-old Jude's body, laying on her own pool of blood. Octavius: The school prince and known for being the best basketball player. Dakota: The Killers brother. Calla: the beautiful girl who can never leave the house without her lipgloss. Kinsley: The mute girl who never talks with anyone and gives creepy vibes.

You and Peter have been best friends forever. Recently you've started developing feelings for him but he can't know. Christmas break is right around the corner and Peter invited you on vacation with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. When the boat gets stranded, will you be able to survive and confess your feelings, or will the danger's get the best of you?

5th installment of the Hazbin Hotel series Strange anomalies ripple through Pentagram City: demons forgetting, objects vanishing, and death itself faltering. At the center was Vira, an unrecorded soul whose existence defied the rules of Hell-and perhaps reality itself. Guided by cryptic warnings from the missing Lilith, pursued by angels, hunted by revolutionaries, and challenged by enforcers, Vira had to navigate a world unraveling around her. With Charlie's trust and Alastor's teasing presence at her side, she faced a choice that would decide not just her fate, but the balance of all realms: remain in Hell, ascend to Heaven, or reshape reality itself. Contains: Physical harm Blood & violence Death Sexual implications

When the man she loves is framed for a crime he didn't commit, Elara Davenport , daughter of a reowned Ceo is forced to make a choice: watch him wither away in a prison cell or become the very thing he hates. To save Caspian Vance, she must tear his heart out, join hands with his greatest enemy, and convince the world she never loved him at all.