Agony storie

Azeez, still grieving the tragic loss of his wife, struggles to move forward with his life. Alina, who enters his world after his loss, becomes determined to help him heal-despite the emotional distance he maintains. But their personal trials are far from their only concern. As mysterious dangers begin to close in, threatening their safety and unraveling everything they hold dear, they must uncover the source of these threats and the forces working against them. Read #90DaysMrs.-a gripping tale of survival, resilience, and the unforeseen dangers that test the limits of endurance.

To Marshville High, Ashton Kimberly Hayes is untouchable, perfect and complete. But beneath the spotlight, something inside her feels something is missing. When forgotten memories start breaking through, Ashton must face a truth she was never meant to forget. Because some stories don't begin when you meet other people. They begin when you remember.

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten.

My own sorrow, anger, jealousy and happiness My soul stripped bare for the world to see ~ Anne

He had been surrounded by the worst nightmares. He had been pushed to the edge of sanity. He had been punished for his sins. He had felt the monster crawling under skin relentlessly. Yet, he had never wished to hurt him.

A pages of poetry; Held pain in eyes. Hoping a life with no misery , blissful , full of love and Godwottery. Song of solemn assurance, pledge and fruma. Versify in love-word, a Symphony- _that hide twinge, patience, seclusion, volition and the willies. ★Collection of Poesy★ - #LovePoetry - #Inspiration - #PoeticVibes - #Admiration - #HeartfeltWords - #SelfLove - #GrowingStrong - #NaturePoetry - #EmotionalVibes - #SadPoetry - #InnerStrength - #HomeAndLove - #LifeLesson "I hope you will like it. Before leaving, left some comments, what you feel."

If Freedom Had a Face is a nature-themed poetry and prose collection about life, love, and art-the things that feel like freedom-in their most exquisite and excruciating forms. The full version of these excerpts can be found in the published book, which is available in: Paperback E-book (Kindle and Kindle Unlimited) For order links, visit avelrenasia.carrd.co/#literature.

In the dimness of a desolate room, a solitary light bulb flickers overhead, casting eerie shadows on the cold, concrete floor. Amidst the echoing rattles of chains, the main character hangs, battered and broken, his very breath a struggle against the agony enveloping him. Memories of warmth and laughter fade into the darkness, replaced by the cruel reality of torment and pain. With each lash and blow from his captors, his resolve strengthens, fueled by a growing desire for vengeance against those who have wronged him. As the darkness threatens to consume him, he clings to a fragile hope, determined to emerge from his suffering stronger than before.

A story of a man, beaten and chained, and his journey throughout the world alongside his Challenger buddies

Dove York meets Agony Crimson.

CEREN ALERIA RIVERIO -A scholar, someone who loves SpongeBob and someone who knows nothing but love, hindi lutang pero slow

Andy wakes up at 3am to an unexpected phone call. Nala was in a terrible accident. For the next 6 months it's between life and death for her. Will she leave her family behind or will she heal and live her greatest life?

''We bleed on paper'' cause there's nowhere else to put it.

"There's no point of sharing to anyone if no one will listen. The reason why I perfected the art of hiding." -Jane This story is about a girl who is in the situation that no one would want. As she continue the life she is in, she found someone's dairy that could change her life. A dairy that is in content of a life she wish she wouldn't found out.

Tell me a story Sad, bad, happy or blue we all have our own stories to share. Here's mine. Full of insecurities and pain.

"Why has life decided to treat me so harshly, I have done everything right, nothing makes sense to me anymore. My life feels worthless and useless. Or maybe I am not up to the task, maybe am not good enough, maybe I don't deserve anything good. I have been praying and fasting all this years but it never gets better. I wish I never existed, I wish my heart feels nothing. What transgressions have I committed to deserve this? Maybe am a bad person. Maybe I have committed grave sins and Allah is punishing me for it. Maybe if I try getting closer to Allah, he will make her see the good in me, she might even fall for me. I have to try something different this time around" He thought She became the reason why he wanted to become a better person, the reason he wanted to become a better Muslim, maybe this is the reason Allah brought her into his life. She's an exceptional lady any guy would like to be with. Beautiful, intelligent, religious with good characters. He sees light on her face like moon shines when all lights are off. The beauty of her heart parades all over her face. She has it all. Years pass and nothing changes, his not short of pain and heartache... it only worsens. He kept pushing himself to the limit hoping he will one day win her heart. Their was a bit of positivity and glair that she would love him, but just as light begins to shine, it goes dark again. Even though They'd agree to part and never talk to each other again, fate brings them back together over and over again. What an unknown fate! Muhammad kept being patient with a little bit of hope that He will realize his dream. Will his fate of pain and agony come to an end? A painful experience that changed his life forever. Aisha Humayrah.....a journey of an unknown fate.

Some stories start with hate, and some with uneventful awful encounters. But theirs started with just a simple question to be answered. His chivalrous physique is the first thing everyone notices. His witty jokes and his calm nature is what people around him love the most. He is someone who acts as careless and cold as possible. But people couldn't see the real Kenaz through that masculine physique. Something that he'd been hiding for so long. Suffocating inside like a hungry beast to be let out. Until the day when the girl, whom he remembers wearing a yellow tunic and a hair-clip clipping her fringes when they were in elementary, steps her foot in his life, again, the pain was all that he felt. He fights hard to let go and hold on. What will Kenaz hold on to, his love or his past? What is it that he'll let go, Mariah or his guilt? --------------------------------------------------------------------- Here's an excerpt from the story in Mariah's POV. ......he opened his mouth instead," Can I ask you for something?" "Yes, as long as I can afford it." I laughed it off. He took a deep breath and shoved his fingers into his pocket - something he usually does - and leaned toward me with a wide grin on his face. I felt my chest burning and cheeks heating up in the dim light of the dusk. He looked straight at me and with a gentle voice he uttered, "A walk with you." Highest rank. -#112 [ teen fiction] 28/04/18 - #113 [teen fiction] 01/05/18. - #115 [ teen fiction] 04/05/18. - #114 [teen fiction]

"Sana sa susunod, ako naman ang maging masaya." The story that will give Wu Bo Song..a happy ending. [[ Inspired by the Chinese drama: A Love so Beautiful ]]

Blood Oozing from the wounds on her hands and dripping down her arms in a steady stream that soaked into the ground at her feet, Celine was barely aware of anything other than the fact that she had been hurt, badly. She could only hope that the pain in her body would be the first thing to fade away before something else did. 🥰🥰🥰 Cover was gotten from Pinterest. Thank you so much for reading ❤💓💞 Facebook:Authoress Florrie My books are available on Webnovel and Novel cat. All Rights Reserved

"I wanted to scream, but I bit my tongue until it bled out and the blood froze" This is where the silence goes when it has nowhere left to hide. The Screams I Swallowed is a collection of poetry that bleeds softly - verses born from quiet breakdowns, unspoken fears, and aching truths buried too deep. Every line is a confession dressed in metaphor, and every stanza is a wound stitched in metaphor. Here, you'll find heartbreak not shouted, but screaming in velvet - elegant, haunting, and quiet enough to echo forever. These are the poems for anyone who's ever smiled while falling apart. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of quotations in a book review.