Истории Peace

Long ago, the Kingdom of Belladonna and the Kingdom of Veronica were bound in friendship, their lands blooming together in peace. But betrayal and pride sowed seeds of rivalry, turning allies into bitter enemies. From Belladonna rises Prince Xavier-handsome, noble, a master swordsman, and wielder of powerful white magic. His kingdom blossoms with jasmine, poinsettia, calla lilies, angel's trumpet, and life-season trees that bathe the land in white and pink. Across the border stands Princess Avianna of Veronica-beautiful, radiant, her long wavy white hair flowing like moonlight. Skilled in swordplay and horse-riding astride her white steed, Avianna wields her own magic with fierce grace. Her realm thrives with freesia, cosmos, orchids, spider lilies, and trees that shift with hues of green and gold. When destiny pulls them together, Xavier and Avianna must fight through betrayal, ancient curses, and the hatred of their kingdoms. Yet love burns brighter than war. Their union will not only heal wounds of the past but also birth a future-two children, Luna and Lucas, symbols of peace reborn. This is a tale of swords and blossoms, magic and passion, kingdoms divided and reunited-ending in love that triumphs forever. "When love bridges kingdoms torn apart, even the sharpest swords bow to destiny."

She laughs like nothing has ever hurt her. He sees the flicker she hides. Ira Parekh arrives in Mumbai ready for a new beginning - unaware that someone has been carrying the memory of her voice for an entire year. Kabir Patel never believed in fate. Until the girl he once searched for without a name walks back into his life... smiling. He fell first. She never knew. But some stories don't begin when two people meet. They begin when one of them remembers. And in a city of chaos and dreams, love finds its way - slowly, gently, magically - and become Sukoon of each other.

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Solomon Sinclair keeps her life in careful balance. Final year of college. Disciplined. Capable. Calm. She's built herself out of grit and grace, always the one to carry the weight, to make sure nothing cracks. To most, she seems laid back. Easygoing. But that's only what she allows them to see. Olivia Valentine- Saint to the few who get close-is soft-spoken, steady, and guarded for good reason. A second-year psychology professor with a gentle way of holding space, she's spent years keeping her life quiet, controlled, untouched. She doesn't let people in easily-not anymore. They are not looking for each other. But the pull is quiet. Unmistakable. Safe, but unfamiliar. Like recognizing something you've never had but always needed. What begins in silence becomes something neither of them expected-a slow, careful unraveling. A story of restraint, trust, and healing the parts of ourselves we never knew how to name. Loving Solomon is a tender, slow-burn WLW romance about two women who've always held themselves together... and what it means to finally let someone in. Link to playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6Wyz9XPiJuh5a8VQH1MBq7?si=VDKcnOWSTL64dJ5EmjPP8Q&pi=bYlhfhA0RKaTL&pt=5226d279b0b8c182a8ce886158ab97bd

The saga of love, brotherhood and family continues...

The story of the Younger Sibling is often neglected. This is the Life of Arthur Leywin's Younger Brother as he learns the Dark Truth of his World, as well as who he truly is. A Boy Born with an incredible affinity for mana and a destiny set out for him by figures born of another world. This story has heavy story elements, including Characters and concepts taken from Various works by Kinoko Nasu. The Beginning after the End is owned exclusively by TurtleMe23, and I claim no ownership of any of the Cast except any OCs.

Book #1. When the demon hunters Rumi, Zoey and Mira meet the Saja Boys, they also see someone else: someone filming and cheering along with the crowd. Who is this girl? She doesn't look as hypnotized as the fans, but rather... supportive? This girl, (Y/N), is the Saja Boys' manager and the fourth hunter. What a beautifully twisted combination, isn't it? But she isn't just your ordinary hunter. No, her hunter duty doesn't involve hunting demons at all. Her duty lies somewhere else... Despite knowing the Saja Boys are demons, (Y/N) forms connections with each of the Saja Boys. Some connections more... intimate than others. (Y/N) doesn't notice two members falling for her, but there are signs. "I love soda. It's what keeps me going." "You're my soda pop, my little soda pop." "Idol? I don't have an idol." "I'll be your idol." They, just like everyone, are oblivious to her true identity. No one knows a fourth demon exists, not even the hunters themselves. Even among the demons she is just a legend. A rumor. A myth. No one knows the entire honmoon is powered by her, and no one knows that when she sings, not even Gwi-Ma can shut her out. She's powerful and she knows it, but something is holding her back. While (Y/N) is still trying to find ways to set the demons free from her father's cruel grasp, she finds many difficulties along the way. Jinu isn't who he claims to be. And her past lies so much deeper than any of the Saja Boys could imagine. (Y/N), born from Gwi-Ma's shadow and thus his daughter, turned her back on the darkness a long time ago. How can a hunter be the demon king's daughter? How will she find Gwi-Ma's long lost son, thus her brother and free him from his suffering? And how can she, a simple manager and hunter no one knows exists, be the one to save the world? Yes, the entire world as she knows it lies on her shoulders. Is (Y/N) destined to safe the world? Or was she made to destroy it? ~~~~~~~~~~~ No smut. There's a love triangle.

Peoms that melt my frowns and polish my smile

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮𝗿

Sometimes, life feels too heavy to understand. Maybe every eldest daughter knows this pain - the silent weight of responsibilities, chores, and expectations that never seem to end. We grow up too fast, forced to be strong when all we ever wanted was to rest. At the end of the day, all we truly crave is peace - to be loved, to be seen, to be taken care of. Because for as long as we can remember, we've been holding everyone together while quietly falling apart. When will it be my time? Will I ever find peace amidst the chaos?

These are poems, I created in my head. They are on real events. Not always about serious things, some have peaceful yet beautiful things. Trigger warnings include: Mention of depression mention of suicide mention of bullying mention of ableism mention of abuse (sexual, verbal, emotional, financial, etc) and trauma if you're uncomfortable with any of these, please read something else for the sake of your mental health and safety. If you can, seek professional help. If you relate or resonate with these experiences let me know. Because I want to say that...you're not alone. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment and vote, no pressure. PUBLISHED DATE: 11th March 2026 COMPLETED:

This book is for anyone who has ever stared at their screen, thumb hovering over "send," and chosen silence instead. Raw, vulnerable, and deeply personal, Unsent Text turns unfinished conversations into poetry-proving that even the words we never send still deserve to be heard.

Life isn't perfect, and neither am I. These are the moments, lessons, and memories that shape who I am - from laughter to tears, struggles to growth. Join me as I share the fragments of my journey, one story at a time."

My life journey with God Volume 23

A peaceful spoken-word piece about escaping the noise of the world and finding silence in a place called Tranquil Meadows. A space where time slows, thoughts settle, and you can finally just be.

Dayār-e-Mallikah - Mallikah's realm. Faris X Mallikah Some stories aren't loud. They form, grow and cherish in silent presence, quiet embraces and soft moments of togetherness. Faris and Mallikah were miles apart. Cousins, but it had been years since they met. What happens when they're tied in an arranged marriage none of them see coming? Will Mallikah, the one who had seen broken marriages, ever trust a stranger with her heart? Will Faris ever become Dayār-e-Mallikah? . "Mohabbat... kya hai aapki nazar me?" She asked, tracing the tip of her fingers along the veins of his forearm. [In your sight... what is love?] He smiled down at her, his breath catching at the sight of his wife. Her hair and face reflected the moonlight, looking as radiant as the moon itself and beyond. Planting a kiss to the crown of her head, he whispered, "Aap." [You.] She chuckled, facepalming before looking up at him. "Ek shaqs nahi, generally kya samajhte hai aap us bare me?" [Not a person, what do you generally think of it?] "Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aata, begum. Mohabbat sunu toh aapke siwa koi lafz ya khayal nahi hai mere pas." He declared. [I don't think anything, wife. When I hear the word love, there's no thought or word other than you that comes to my mind.] Her eyes welled up instantly. And he held her as she cried. He always did. ⋆｡˚ ✦ ━ ❀ ━ ✦ ˚｡⋆ Ehaan X Laylah "We probably weren't meant to be," she whispered, wiping a tear off his cheek. He tilted his face, hoping to catch a breath more of her scent as he whispered, "We are, let me try. Please." She took a step back, shattering his heart with every inch of distance. "I hope you find true love, Ehaan." "Laylah," that was all he whispered before his body collapsed to the ground, vision going black. . A love story, meant to be or not? He waited for her, both of them unaware of a childhood throttle that sealed her fate long ago. Will Ehaan ever find love again? Or will Laylah return to him?

When a devastating war erupts between humans and an alien species struggling to survive, a young girl named Lena becomes the center of something neither side fully understands. Guided by the voices of her closest friends, Gigi and Celeste, Lena carries the echoes of the people she lost - memories that refuse to fade. As both sides prepare for a final escalation that could destroy everything, Lena must decide whether what lives inside her will become humanity's last weapon.... Or the only chance for the war to end.

An undiscovered world that is yet to be discovered and made. As peace lasted for over three million years. We began to see everyone living their best lives. As some races were training to be ready for the next enemies that would arrive. This part is going to be more brutal than the last one.

Hi! This is the 12th book I've done of verses since Wattpad only allows 200 chapters per book. I try my best to post every day. You can start with 1 or right here. I hope God blesses you through this book!

An Army Brat Love Story) ​"In the Army, we don't just wear the uniform. We wear the expectations of every man who died before us. And falling for you, Simran... that's the biggest betrayal of all." ​THE SOLDIER: Lieutenant Yuvi Singh Rathore is a man of desert sand and cold steel. At twenty-four, he is the rising star of the 17th Rajputana Rifles-a freshly commissioned IMA officer with two brass stars on his shoulders and a legacy of "Scars" that he hides behind a mask of discipline. He lives by the bugle and breathes for the flag. He doesn't have room for a heartbeat that isn't focused on the mission. ​THE BRAT: Simran Singhania is a whirlwind of chaos and coffee-stained textbooks. As a twenty-one-year-old CA Intermediate student, she lives in a world of balance sheets and audits, yet she's suffocated by the rigid walls of the Cantonment. She's the daughter of the most feared Brigadier in the command-a girl who knows every salute but refuses to fall in line.