The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

I'm his? How could he just come out and say something like that!? Putting the tingling feeling that he gave me in my whole body when he did say it aside...What about Blake!? His best friend and my bloody brother!! Ah jesus, this can't end well...

In a city with millions of people, what are the chances you will see the same person again? Rebecca Taylor finds her life hitting a plateau at 29. Clueless on what her next step is going to be, she walks away from her quiet and structured life. She embarks on an adventure in New York City with an unusual tour guide in hand. New York Fire Department veteran, Shaun Conrad, can't be tied down by any woman, no matter how hard they try. At 35, he still plays the field like a certified bachelor, but will Shaun's strong attraction and curiosity to a gorgeous stranger make him reconsider his stance about commitment? Empire State of Fate is a story about living in the moment, seizing chances, and trusting where destiny takes you.

We know that a love story is always great. How about four tales filled with passion, revenge and harmony? 8 individuals, 4 pairs - only thing bringing them together is love!

"Who did you say she is?" Osman demanded from the man. The prisoner was shaking and pleading for his life but did not say anything as he got aware of the terrible blunder he had made. "Answer me or I will end your miserable life right here right now" waves of anger was visible in Osman's eyes. He raised his sword intending to cut the man's throat. "Stop" Arta shouted. Osman slightly turned his head to Arta's direction while his sword was still high above his head ready to strike. Arta's heart was beating so fast, she was frightened but at the same time, she couldn't see this monster kill one of her people and do nothing. "I am Shahzadeh Arta. The only daughter of King Darian." Arta confessed. Her voice was louder than normal and a bit shaky. Osman chuckled coldly. A devilish smile appeared on his face. In the blink of an eye, he cut the man's throat. Everyone was silent only a faint hysteric cry of a woman from the cage could be heard. Arta's body was numb. She was just gazing at the man's lifeless body with teary eyes. Osman turned back and after cleaning the blood on his sword with the prisoner's clothes he lowered his head and whispered into Arta's ear, "you are just a slave now".

College life, we often dream about isn't necessarily as dreamy as it appears to be in near future. It turns out to be a nightmare in some cases. Popularity, mean kids and vicious relationships can entrap us in its toxic circle and leave us nothing more than, victims. The story talks about the life of four girls who are trapped in the toxicity of the dark side of college life. Will their misery ever pay for good? Read to find out.

Dream - "If you want a pretty looking wife who will call you baby and be obedient like all those heroines in films, then I'm not one." She told. She folded her arms and told further: "I'm not a weak lady like Draupathi instead I'm strong woman like Satyabhama. I can single handedly fight 10 men. I forgot to ask, can you fight?" "No" I said. I hate violence. She made a weird face at my answer. "I'm a rowdy, rowdy baby. But i think you are kinda cute. Do you still want to marry me? She asked. She complimented me... what the Shouldn't i be the one to compliment her. I looked at her.. i don't know what to say.... This is my first story. Please excuse my typing mistakes. All the pictures are from internet and pinterest.

A fairy godmother internship is just what Noelle needs to escape her family's pumpkin business . . . until she starts to question her own happily-ever-after. Perfect for fans of The Princess Diaries or Ella Enchanted! * * * Noelle Simpkins is sick of working for her parents. Sure, her dad runs a booming pumpkin business and her mom's the greatest shoemaker in the land. But pumps and pumpkins get OLD after a while, and she's ready to see more of the world. When she hears about a fairy godmother internship in the city, she jumps on it. The goal? Make sure royal clients get happily-ever-afters . . . all while battling goblins, curing curses, and figuring out how to use a magic wand. Not to mention shutting down a rival godmother and avoiding Kit, a distractingly cute guy who sells pie and keeps turning up. But as exciting as her new gig is, Noelle is surprised when she realizes . . . she kind of misses making shoes and growing pumpkins. Has she gotten closer to her own happily-ever-after, or farther away? And when the glass shoe's on the other foot, can she stay true to her heart? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover by Erin Bowman and April Alforque

India. This country has experienced it all. From struggling for freedom to watching her cricket team win the World Cup. India is an exotic land, full of ancient riches. From the Taj Mahal to expensive 5 star hotels...this land has it all. And here, I am, living in this wonderful country. Shouldn't I be happy? Wait. Why should I when I'm not allowed to follow my dreams and aspirations? Why can't I decide my own future? Why does all my happiness lie in the hands of others? It's time to take matters in my hands. So these are my diary enteries...Simran Shetty's very own feelings hidden inside a lock and key diary. Will I be able to find my way out? Author's Note: My username was changed from 'JackHarriesIsMine' to 'diagonAlley' due to certain reasons. Please bear with me. (The cover picture for this story will contain the previous username only.)

~When Eva Taylor joins a new high school after shifting to New York with her sister, Hailey, she meets a billionaire's son, Max Ward. She knows she should run away from him when his darkest secrets are unraveled, but how could she when he won't let her go? ~ ••• I have the best readers ever!! "Shook. Kids saw it coming, but this just makes the whole story better!!!" "My heart clenched!" "I must have died and went to heaven!" 'I am falling in love with him." •••