Angryconfession Stories

୨ৎ "Being with you, like this.." Tamtey begins. "Is something I never even dared to dream of." She admits. So'lek lifts his head in surprise, his eyes meeting hers. "But now," She smiles down at him, lifting her hand to caress his face. "I don't need to dream." ୨ৎ Neither of them want to bring up the shift in the air between them, but when the tension becomes too much, So'lek snaps like a bowstring. Will his confession be too much for Tamtey or will she give in to her feelings as well? ୨ৎ This fanfic follows the events of Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora - From the Ashes as well as some elements from the Avatar movies! ୨ৎ So'lek x Tamtey Slow Burn Romance

Being Rohit Sharma's sister wasn't nearly as easy, Arayna Sharma was used to the loud noises and chaos of the world of cricket. She had been surrounded by the sport and paparazzi ( much to her discontent) since she could remember. It wasn't like she hated the sport,quite the opposite. She always wanted to do something with cricket,so she became a sports journalist! Meeting famous players,which she had already met a thousand times already (thanks to her brother), to interview them ,shooting content,and covering matches. Pretty easy,right? Welp! Tilak Varma is a rising cricketer,the future of cricket as others say. Ever since he joined the Mumbai Indians squad, Rohit has been very welcoming to him. He treats Tilak as his son,which lead to, of course, multiple dinner invitations and casual meetings of the MI squad at the Sharma home. Since the first time Tilak and little Samaira met,they have been inseparable. Samaira always looks for her Tilak bhaiya and Tilak patiently handles all of her antics. Though both Arayna and Tilak have met hundreds of times,they have never had a proper conversation. Like NEVER. They had always exchanged a few words. "Good morning" Tilak had once said, spotting her in the stands fiddling with her camera. "Oh...uh you too" Arayna had replied with an awkward asf smile. And then Tilak wandered off to the team giving her one last polite smile which made Arayna think if he even remembered her name. Not that she cares OBVIOUSLY! _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ In which a chatpati sports journalist Falls for a cricketer who never Even spoke to her #catchthedamnhints Or ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ In which India's clueless Starboy Cannot catch hints for The love of God #obliviousasf

"Remember the race, we can do it whenever you want, carino" shivers ran down her spine before her blue gaze met his brown gaze. An enemies to lovers book with few tropes : brother's best friend, basketball team's captain, biker boy fell in love with a car girl, teasing boy with a reading girl, past traumas. Genre : fan fiction/ fiction The story is based on a girl who is challenged by her brother's best friend for a race between her car and his bike, the slow burn with angst will drive you crazy into their story. The dive into the depth of their fights turning into an ocean of love will make your toes curl and feet kicking in air. This story can have your male lead as the idol name WONWOO OF SEVENTEEN, I personally didn't add the name of him since I don't want a projection. But you can imagine him as the male lead shown. Hope you'll like reading it! Enjoy with some turned up music mentioned on every chapter for thrill<3

The story describes the Yule Ball. Hermione and Draco like each other secretly. But what will happen if Draco is not able to hide his jealousy after watching Hermione with someone else. "You turned the perfect Malfoy heir into just a mess of emotions." "Burning seems beautiful because she is the cause of fire."

Two spies of different organisations are the most talented ones; they despise each other for the same reasons as they are often compared with each other. Both of them join a camp unaware about each other's presence. They both are assigned in the same group and need to work together. What happens when they face each other? Do they fight in their own group for leadership? * Read to find out Spoilers - Illegal bike races Angry confession Guns to the throat Competing with each other in different types of training. The habit of stealing her rubber bands as they smelled like her hair.

An angry rain confession. That's it. That's the story. It's kind of a one-shot.