Newbook Stories

"Some pass by, but she pauses my entire world." _______________________________ She was the one who named him Musa, but Allah was the One guiding that choice. I wasn't meant to find him. And he... wasn't searching for faith. But somewhere between silence and stolen glances, we met - where love wasn't allowed. He didn't belong to my world. And I didn't fit in his. They called him forbidden. I was punished for feeling. In a world where love and destiny collide, her quiet prayers become the heartbeat of his world-two souls bound by faith, tested by trials, and forever changed by the moments they never saw coming. This is not just a love story. It is a story of boundaries, faith, resistance... and a heart that bled quietly in both distance and devotion. It is about a girl who held her prayer beads tighter when the world fell apart. And a boy who found Allah in the reflection of her pain. To the reader: May you feel seen, healed, and protected by His light. Highest Rankings: #1 in muslimlovestory #2 in trendingbooks

I never thought living next door could be dangerous. He's annoyingly charming, infuriatingly close, and somehow knows exactly how to get under my skin. We've shared walls, stairs, and stolen glances for months. But when boundaries start to blur... I realize I was never supposed to feel this way. Because some doors aren't just walls-they're temptation. And I wasn't just living next to a neighbor.

Jasmine's life turned upside down when she returns home after six years to care for her nephew, after her brother is incarcerated. But she isn't the only one granted custody, unexpected family forms almost instantly and she likes it more than she cares to admit

A collection of short stories for you to read when you're bored and lonely.

THE WHITE HUNTER: THE SIX SEALS THE BALANCE IS SHATTERED. THE END IS HERE. In the beginning, there was only perfection: the creator of all, Aethos, the Primordial Unity. Then, in a detonation of pure will, the Unity shattered, creating two opposing realities: Orbis, the world of stable matter governed by the Architect Aenar, and Kenoma, the anti-world of fluid chaos dominated by Maeroth, the Devourer. For millennia, within Orbis, on the continent of Tharien-specifically in the region of Aethoria-stood the only shield against the apocalypse. At its center rises the Axis Mundi, the axis of the world, surrounded by the Six Seals: titanic towers (one for each fiefdom of the region) guarded by the children of Aenar to keep the gate between dimensions sealed. Now, the balance is broken. One Seal has been compromised. While the Axis Mundi trembles, a powerful dark force advances to corrupt the remaining five and unleash the apocalypse. In this war between divine entities, the only hope is not a god, but a man. Kaelen is just a simple hunter. Forced to leave his home and pursued by a destiny he did not choose, Kaelen must embark on a desperate race across the Six Fiefdoms to gather the powers of the broken Seals before the Void swallows everything. But containing a God comes at a price, and Kaelen is about to discover just how much blood is required to pay for salvation. A page-turning fantasy novel, crafted for readers who love fast-paced action and breathtaking plot twists.

First things off so it is seen cover is drawn by the lovely username-665 I recommend checking out there tumbler! Since they where so kind as to do this for me :D but anyways Reaper is tired of being necessary. Every soul he guides, every world that collapses, every life that ends - it all stays with him. Geno knows what it means to fall apart. A survivor seen all his life how weak he is , he lives with memories that don't belong anywhere and a past that hides something dangerous: a locked memory containing location of something hidden When their paths cross, neither of them understands why they can't walk away. But someone else understands perfectly. Hunted by a force that wants to erase the last trace of life, Geno and the Reaper must face grief, guilt, and the fragile connection growing between them - before the past is torn open and the balance between life and death is shattered.

She was used to the silence until it started speaking back. Somebody I Imagined is a quiet story about loneliness, unseen comfort, and learning to believe in yourself.

This is a book remake of my oc I don't feel like making the wolf family right now due to personal reasons but here's my book for rp and other things

A new city. A quiet apartment. And a connection that arrives too fast to be safe. It starts small - late nights, shared air, the kind of attention that feels like being chosen. He didn't mean to want him. He didn't realize wanting would be the easy part. Some attachments don't explode. They bloom.

In a home where vows speak louder than her voice, a woman learns that obedience is praised more than truth, and silence is mistaken for peace. Every choice must be approved. Every thought softened. Every dream trimmed small enough to fit inside a marriage that calls control devotion. But when the moment finally comes,when silence demands more than she can give.she must choose between the safety of obedience and the risk of being heard. Will she finally speak? Will she stand against the vows that bound her? Or will the rings tighten, claiming the last of her voice?

"Let her go," Leonardo said. Nikolai laughed softly. "You keep saying that like I'm inclined to listen." The gun pressed harder. My vision blurred at the edges. "She's not part of this," Leonardo said. "Oh, she is now," Nikolai replied. "She's standing in the center of it." "You kill her," Leonardo said, voice low, measured, "and you don't leave this tunnel alive.".... ------ The day Leonardo Caruso stumbled into Clara's cafe bleeding, she knew her world would be turned upside down.

"È come il vento: quando c'è, lo senti, quando non c'è, è completamente invisibile. Quando sono con lui mi sento la persona più sicura del mondo, quando non c'è, invece, mi sento di nuovo in balìa di tutto, come se lui non ci fosse mai stato per davvero."

Designs Dervived from Depression. My way to disassociate, detach and disengage.

ආදරණීය අසම්මතයක ප්‍රේමණීය නිමේශයක්

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

Ephora Valiant had a sudden and quite tragic death. She went back in time and has to relive her life. The typical villainess who was misunderstood but the changes she makes this time...will those really help her or will she end up entangled with a new set of troubles while struggling to stay alive.

Harry Potter has always known that something about him is different, but he never imagined the true depth of his curse-or gift. From the moment his bare skin touches an object, memories flood his mind: echoes of the past, fragments of lives once lived, and secrets long buried in time. He does not choose what he sees. He cannot stop it. Every brush of his fingers becomes a doorway into history. Growing up in a household where kindness is scarce and punishment is common, Harry learns quickly that being barefoot is more than a symbol of neglect-it is a source of constant torment. The cracked floorboards whisper their suffering, broken objects scream their final moments, and even the walls seem to breathe with hidden truths. The world is never silent for him. When Harry finally enters the wizarding world, he realizes his strange ability is older and far more powerful than he ever suspected. Ancient magic stirs at his touch, revealing lost spells, forgotten bloodlines, and destinies that were meant to remain hidden. But knowledge comes at a cost. Some truths are dangerous. Some memories refuse to fade. As Harry struggles to master his uncontrollable power, he must decide whether he is cursed to be a vessel of the past-or destined to reshape the future. Note:- Translation and writing awesome stories and As a Reader & Translator Myself, I Will Give The Best Translation Possible With Good Stories, Hope You Enjoy.

This is a story of how Bella slowly comes to the realization that she is in love with her best friend from birth. She has to hide this from her best friend Levi, his girlfriend and her own boyfriend Jesse. Can she do it, or will she crack under the pressure?

The first time Aurelia broke the surface, the sky was the color of a half-remembered dream-soft pinks and bruised golds. She had been warned about the air above the sea, about how it burned the lungs and tangled the heart, but no one had warned her about him - Elias. Aurelia traded saltwater for silence, fins for feet, and a kingdom for a modest house near the sea where the walls smelled faintly of cedar and old memories. Then one evening, the past came knocking. The woman at the door wore familiarity like a ghost-Elias's former wife, eyes full of regret and hope sharpened by desperation. She spoke of mistakes, of time apart, of starting over for the sake of their daughter. She did not stay to hear his answer. So he followed her.

I possessed an extra in my story. No face, no description, and no background. No information about what was happening before the female lead was in this part of the story. All I knew was the main plot I had written but nothing else. This is an original one-shot story written for the WITW Contest. Though if you guys want me to continue, I wouldn't mind. Leave a couple of comments, and I'll continue it. This is my first story, criticism is welcome. As you know, the truth hurts, but it's needed to go on the right path.