Historias de Anguish

New York runs on noise, neon, and blood. Cassandra used to be the government's best cleanup-until they tried to erase her. Now she's a burned asset with nothing left but scars, insomnia, and a name she needs to clear. When Frank Castle sets his sights on a corrupt senator tied to a weapons pipeline, Cassandra steps into his crosshairs with one rule: the senator stays alive. Frank wants him dead. Cassandra needs him breathing. And in the rain-soaked, every second they argue is another second someone else decides to silence them both. Two hunters. One target. Opposite endgames. In a city where secrets are currency, survival is the only negotiation.

Some people survive heartbreak by building walls. Others survive by becoming light. Aryansh Devraj Raghuvanshi learned how to live behind silence. A powerful architect, a feared self - made CEO, and a man who carries the weight of betrayal quietly within his heart. The world sees ambition, control, and perfection-but beneath it lies a storm he never speaks of. Aisha Mehra learned how to survive by standing strong. A self-made fashion designer who turned pain into purpose, raising her brother, chasing dreams, and protecting the softness in her heart despite a past that tried to harden it. They have crossed paths before. Seen each other. Known of each other. But fate has never allowed them to truly meet. Until one day, it finally does. Two souls shaped by different scars. Two hearts that forgot what love feels like. What happens when the storm meets the healer? Sometimes love doesn't arrive to change your life. Sometimes it arrives to heal it.

Rumors of the battle for the Northern Throne of the Water Tribe have spread in a matter of days. The Avatar defeated and destroyed the entire Fire Nation navy, fueling both the Fire Nation's fury and the Earth Kingdom's hope and resistance. The pressure of war is escalating rapidly, and its devastation is visible to the world. Out of the public eye, Team Avatar searches for an earthbender and their missing member. Lee searches for a friend as he travels the Earth Kingdom, and the Fire Lord dispatches a special asset to hunt down and eliminate the Avatar once and for all. Continuation of "Lee, protector of the water tribe" (Story can be found in AO3 in English (same title) and Spanish (El espíritu azul, vigilante del reino tierra) versions)

**THIS IS THE 3RD STORY OF THE SERIES DEVIN PLANET** With nearly 14 billion Devins living on Devin Planet, space for more homes and buildings have run out. There is an overpopulation of Devin's, and the council has to work fast to expand the very little room they have on Devin to fit all citizens. But, after realizing that there is nothing they can do, the council sets off to expand their home by allowing Devin's to live on other planets! 3007 and the council will do whatever it takes to find a planet to live in and save the world from overpopulation before the people become restless.

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈ Cheongmyeong, the legendary plum blossom sword saint, defeated the heavenly demon and dead on the mountains of his falling brothers and sisters, welcoming death with open arms, only to wake up a century later in a new more younger body of a starving child. Finding his beloved sect ruined and forgotten, he vows to drag it back to the pinnacle of the world. But this second life holds a staggering surprise. When he and his team during the high-stakes chaotic chase for the high primordial Panacea, they crossed paths with [Y/n]...[Y/n] Shin-a quiet, blindfolded girl with a serene innocence and socially awkward. She is an enigma, yet the identical tattoos on their wrists burn with a fierce, unmistakable heat whenever they are side by side. As Cheongmyeong unleashes a wild storm of plum blossoms to tear down a corrupt world, [Y/n] stands as his unyielding stone sanctuary. Accompanied by a loud, fiercely protective new generation of disciples, the lotus and the plum blossom are officially reunited to make the world bloom in an eternal spring. ┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈

When they were young, everyone thought Shen Yuan and Bai Chen would grow old together. They were always together, arguing, getting into trouble still finding their way back to each other. Years later, they still are. The problem is that one of them keeps walking in the wrong direction. And the other has never been very good at letting him go. There is a version of this story where they grow old together - still arguing, still solving cases no one else would touch, still sitting on rooftops they had no business being on. Bai Chen used to joke about it. What they'd do when they were too old to fight. Where they'd go. He stopped joking after the night his clan burned. Shen Yuan, heir to the Qinghe Sect, was raised to believe that order was the shape justice wore to survive. Bai Chen, son of the Bai Clan, was raised to believe that justice couldn't wait for order to show up first. For six years they were inseparable - two young men who became the jianghu's most celebrated pair, who became each other's home, who had no idea the world was watching them and deciding, somewhere in the dark, that one of them had to fall. After the massacre, Bai Chen doesn't grieve the way Shen Yuan expects him to. He becomes something else instead. Something colder and more certain, moving through the world with the conviction of a man who has decided that law is a pretty word for a door that stays locked when the people inside it need help. Shen Yuan keeps investigating. Keeps believing. Keeps trying to reach someone who is still, technically, alive. This is a story about what grief does to people who were taught different things about justice. About how far apart two people can drift before the distance stops being crossable. About six years of warmth and what it costs to lose all of it in a single night - and whether anything survives when the smoke clears. It doesn't end quickly. The worst kind of stories never do. A slow-burn Chinese wuxia bromance.

Just expressing my anger at being betrayed by a supposed good friend. It's not my greatest poem but I feel better for writing it!

"A haunting journey of love, survival, and sacrifice." Bangkok bleeds, and the shadows never forgive. Dunk and his younger brother Phuwin survived by hiding-but death has never been far behind. Their parents were slaughtered by the merciless mafia patriarch Naravit Letrakosum, and now his sons-cold-blooded Joong and seductive, dangerous Pond-drag them back into a world of violence, obsession, and betrayal. Gunfire tears through the night, loyalty is measured in blood, and every secret can kill. In a city where love is forbidden and survival is never certain, Dunk must protect Phuwin at all costs-or risk watching everything he holds dear turn to ash. "A story of two hearts bound by love, tested by survival, and scarred by sacrifice." In a world of blood and betrayal, who will survive-and at what cost? ✨ Pond × Phuwin ✨ Joong × Dunk

N'est pas seulement le projet qui détruit tous les projets et qui se détruit lui-même... Elle est le triomphe du point de vue d'autrui sur le point de vue que je suis sur moi-même. ...la Mort représente le sens futur de mon pour-soi actuel pour l'autre.

"𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘯𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸" peeta mellark, katniss everdeen. two kids, one of them being willow everdeen. the day she turns 17 they announce they are bringing back the hunger games, ages 12 to 18... again. ( HUNGER GAMES FANFIC )

Demons are known for manipulating things, twisting things to make them bend until they break and shatter. You would hope that angels wouldn't act the same as the demons. Unfortunately in this case that's exactly what the do.

Books, magazines, and papers with wild writings and drawings were all over the place, along with bottles, cans, and pizza boxes. I guess ants will eventually appear, he thought dispassionately. Or cockroaches.

LOVE IN INK TRILOGY BOOK 1 A story carved into the heart. Lost in time but stays in love.

Sometimes love survives... but trust doesn't ✨ A story about love, betrayal, redemption, and second chances.

A short story set in World War 1.

One shots: Crimson Land They awaken once a year, viewing the tragedy that cost their end. He contemplates what would have happened if he were faster? He saved so many, yet he couldn't save himself nor his most precious person. Reveka Powerful name. Yet, she has yet to live up too it. Coming from an abusive family, she finds herself ready to end it all. Embracing the icy water with contentment, she is ready for death. Only to be pulled back out. Dread filling her being. A Father's Craft His profession was what most would consider a hobby. His society was that of conservative and looked down on women. His daughter was a gem in his eyes that shared his passions, so what if society looked down upon her? He saw what truly mattered and will likely be her guide in life. Hope you enjoy! Original Work Credit goes out to the artist of the cover.

My story's like no other and like every other, the heartbreaks there, the loves there, the lust and all other things good and bad but the endings not quite the same. Suffering excruciating heartache, mentally and emotionally becoming drained finally takes its toll on someone after the 10th chance, 10's actually an understatement but I don't want everyone to think I let him walk over me, okay maybe I did but I loved him right... It's not all bad as I'm making it out to be, I swear there's some good parts but it was in the end, A Good Break-Up.

SUICIDE NOTE: To whoever reads this, I committed suicide. No one murdered me. Oh, scratch that. Kythe did. Kythe took me with him to where he is. Just because I murdered his killer and his girlfriend. Pathetic, right? Oh, what's the use? I'm probably dead by the time you read this. Oh, don't forget to write me letters and burn them on the Periwinkle plant. Is love really this big? That I had to kill for a devil? And that, that devil would kill me too? Is that even love?