Short Stories That Ring is a collection of fleeting tales and masked moments, each following a silent jester who speaks through gesture, gaze, and the soft chime of bells. Across distant courts and crumbling kingdoms, they bear witness to sorrow and joy, love and loss, dream and ruin. These stories are strange and wistful - full of whimsy, wonder, and something just a little off-kilter. Each story rings with something: a memory, a truth, a secret. And always, the jester is there, watching. Performing. Smiling. * A series of microfiction, empty spaces

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟑 Sacrificing herself for the love of her life, the princess ended up dying tragically. Betrayed by her husband and dying in the sea of fire, her heart burnt in ashes. But the tragic fire couldn't swallow the hatred and pain of her heart. After the surreal tragic end, when she opened her eyes again, she found there's another chance for her to recreate everything. In this life, she wanted nothing but to burn all her culprits in the fire of vengeance. However unexpectedly she ended up colliding with the cold-hearted prince whom she never met in her last life. Is the rebirth only meant for revenge, or there's another chance to find happiness? [ THIS STORY ONLY MEANT FOR WATTPAD. IF IT'S APPEARED ON OTHER SITE WITHOUT AUTHOR'S KNOWLEDGE THEN IT IS BEING COPIED OR STOLEN ]

*𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔* 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅-𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 I felt his warm breath as it caressed my ear, causing a shiver to crawl down my spine as he whispered, "So it seems you have been having quite the time with my brother tonight, Miss Beckett." I looked up horrified to meet his cold blue eyes as they peered down at me, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing some of his beautifully white teeth. "I beg your forgiveness, My prince. I did not mean to offend you by accepting your brother's invitation to dance." I swallowed hard, trying to fight the lump of fear that had started to build in my throat, "I did not think I was allowed to decline." Prince Thomas let out a little chuckle, "Oh, I am not mad at you, Emma." I shivered when my name left his lips, "You have just piqued my interest, that is all." 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 After the King of Myrce announces the commencement of a new event called the Courting, where nobles are summoned to compete against one another for a chance to wed a chosen member of the royal family, for some unknown reason Emma's parents demand she attend in her sister's stead. Thinking they have her on a tight leash, she is instructed not to seduce the prince and return home after making it to the final five. However, after enduring years of abuse and longing for freedom, Emma has other plans. She intends to win and by any means necessary.

#Top 2 in India ( 29/7/2025 ) #Top 3 in India ( 02/8/2025 ) #Top 1 in India ( 04/8/2025 ) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 : 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 "ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ, ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵁᴺᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ". ♱ 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ♱ " 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 " ⋆⋆⋆ ♱ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ♱ " 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 " " ᴴᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"You might as well shoot me, you've already ripped out my soul." [mature themes throughout]

"I know it's hard, dear, but the sun will always rise again in the morning."

*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

❀2022 Watty Shortlister❀ ❀𝗔𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲́𝗻 𝗲𝗻 𝗘𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻̃𝗼𝗹❀ Much against his will, River Allen can't drag his gaze away from the new student, seventeen-year-old Dawn Gray Brooks. It isn't that she lives in a ragged, teal dress, and carries a thick, leather fairytale book around. There is something hidden in her faraway expression... Something he can't figure out-which leads him to follow her to Elsie's Lake. What he finds will change his life forever. ❀ Dawn Gray Brooks knows how to keep secrets. She doesn't tell anyone anything. Not a word about how she can float away from her body and watch the world unfold. She doesn't tell anyone about her daily talks with Dad either. Why? Because he's dead. Dawn knows better than to explain about her voices... Until River comes along, and Dad's words start to disappear. This boy refuses to leave her alone, keeping her in the now, clinging to reality. But for how long? ❀ Forget me Lots tell the adventures of a watery boy that has fallen for a whirlwind girl. A heart-wrenching journey brimming with love and grief, family, and friendship. It explores the bewildering places our minds can take us and will remind you of your own first love and how deep it pulled you under. ❀Wattpad picks: Hidden Gems ❀ONC Honourable Mention ❀ONC Amb's Pick ❀ONC Long listed ❀ONC Shortlisted ❀Featured in Wattpad Stars Profile: Young & Starry-Eyed ❀Featured in Wattpad's Official Profiles:Cupid, StoriesUndiscovered and Romance. ❀Editors' pick feature February 2021❀ ⚠️𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴

She's the reason the heart of my family had been torn apart. Because that night, I'd chosen to save her. [Cover Design by Ren Tachibana]

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN