Beautiful Stories

Anahita Have you ever put your hands in freezing cold water till you can't feel them anymore? As the coldness is so much that all you feel is numb. That is how everyone describe him, numb. An astute businessmen, for whom the reputation of his family and his empire is everything, so important that he agreed to marry me for it. A marriage of convenience he calls it. However for me, I'm not so sure about it. Am I starting to feel something for this arranged husband of mine? Adhrit Maybe it is true what they say about me, that I'm an emotionless human. Always in control, always working. I often think the same. Well what more can you expect from a person running a business worth billions, whose only goal in life is to take the family name "Raichand" to the heights of success. But then she came and for once I thought, what it would be like to lose control?

[Under slow editing] #Book1 of 'Power'. "The peach one!" He signalled at my left hand as I stood infront of the mirror holding two lipsticks. "Like the colour?" I asked, scanning it. "No! It tastes better!" My eyes widened and I looked at him through the mirror, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at me! ~𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞~ "𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦?" I asked as she dabbed the cotton on my wound carefully. "𝘒𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪!" Came her calm reply and I was left speechless as always. ~𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞~ "I don't sit at tables where they raise their voice above mine, and you-" I pointed a finger to his face, snarling, "-you dare to do it everytime". He smiled, leaning in as he breathed, "My fiesty lioness." I glared back, my voice calm as I hissed, "I dare you call me that!" "And I love dares, Lioness." ~𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞~ "SHE IS MINE. Get that into your bloody head!" "No one dares to touch what's mine, and you've touched MY MAN. Do you expect me to smile at you? Nah! Darling. I'll make sure that these filthy hands never touch Him again." ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬~ When Ahad Qureshi meets Inaya Khan. Tied in an arranged marriage none of them desire as the two CEOs are forced to stay under the same roof. The clash of power. Fire and Ice. The pasts are revealed. Enemies lurking in shadows as the scars resurface. And when the truth is revealed, faces are unmasked. But will the love bloom or cease as a mere ruthless obses

A girl who is heartless, ruthless , maniac, unsympathetic, fearless, a girl who likes to control is thrown in dwapar yug, what will she do? ............................ "IF I CANNOT MOVE HEAVEN I WILL RAISE HELL" "WHAT I CREATE IS CHAOS" " INSTED OF BEING AFRAID I CAN BECAME SOMEONE WHO IS FEARED " "I AM BORN A LEADER NO THRONE OR CROWN IS NEEDED " "I DON'T NEED A WEAPON CAUSE I WAS BORN ONE " ........................................... They thought she was delicate Like a pretty, little flower But she is much more than that She holds extraordinary power They thought they could crush her Like a daisy in their hands Yet there is something about her They do not understand She is a wildflower The type you cannot tame The girl who brings the sun And the girl who brought the rain There is venom in her blood And danger in her eyes But she hides her power well You cannot find even if you tried They didn't believe in her Because they thought she was weak But she was not the flower She was snake underneath ~Serpent ............................................. "Stop fighting like a girl" he said in a mocking tone which didn't faze her at all "You know what . Majority of men use fist to fight, if I fought like a girl I would rip your head with my nails . ... Or teeth and yes you would beg me to stop " .......................................... This story is based on pure fiction. No intention to harm any interest of particular community or language or cast

In a realm beyond time and space, where the fabric of reality is interwoven with countless dimensions, exists the Author God known as Will. For millions of years, Will and his family have watched over the multiverse, carefully observing the stories of beings from various anime worlds and a seemingly ordinary young man from the real world, known as (Y/n) (L/n). The characters, once transported to a mystical theater to witness the life and adventures of (Y/n), have long since faded away, leaving Will to ponder the next step. After eons of solitude, Will devises a plan to revive the magic of his theater. He decides to bring forth the living versions of the characters who had once populated his cinematic audience, those who had changed their fates and grown in unimaginable ways. Why?Simple!Trying something for the fourth time is like tending a stubborn garden. The first three seeds might have withered, pecked at by birds, or choked by weeds. But each attempt teaches you something new - which seeds are strongest, which soil is best, how to build better protection. By the fourth planting, you're not just throwing seeds in the ground; you're cultivating hope with the wisdom of experience, and the bloom will be all the more vibrant for the perseverance it took to reach it.

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This is a fantasy book that me and my friend created for fun. I doubt that anyone will read this, but still I wanted to try.

"JOANE IS PRETTY MUCH OF A PRO GAMER,SHE LOVES GAMING AND SHE DEFINES IT HER FAVOURITE ACTIVITY OF THE DAY BUT SHE WORKS IN A COMPANY NAMED *LOYERVE* AND NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT HER THIS ALTER EGO.... SINCE FEW DAYS SHE HAS BEEN PLAYING AGAINST ANOTHER GOOD-SKILLED PLAYER AND SHE'S INTRIGUED ABOUT THAT MYSTERIOUS PERSON BECAUSE WHOEVER IT IS HAS DEFEATED HER 8 TIMES IN 10 MATCHES NO ONE EVER DID IT.. NOT TO HER,SHE DESPERATELY WANTS TO KNOW WHO THAT PERSON IS AND WHETHER HE/SHE LIVES IN THE SAME CITY OR NOT BUT WHENEVER SHE TEXTED THAT PERSON IN THE GAME LOBBY HE/SHE NEVER REPLIED AND LEFT HER ON SEEN." "WHAT HAPPENS WHEN JOANE FINDS OUT WHO THAT PERSON IS,AND SHE FOUNDS HERSELF EMBROILED IN AN UNWANTED MESS SHE NEVER IMAGINED" *The story cover belongs to "can this love be translated?"

He was a man of morals, calmness, and LOVE . Marriage at this age , Nahh , this was not his plan but who can deny fate . A proposal was all it take to melt him completely and make her his . But he will fall this harder ..... this was something he could never think of but ofcourse a girl like her can make anyone fall on his knees . So he did too but with very much gentleness . A sweet girl with a most beautiful smile and a kind heart . Her heart is a pure gem that can make anyone's heart melt so does his . She wanted to chase her dreams and marriage was the last page in her book . But fate yeah , it changed everything but in a beautiful way . Respect was all she knows but love ?? Is she capable of doing that ?? What will happen when these two will meet ?? OFCOURSE LOVE but how ?? you need to dive into that story to find that out .

In between these pages are tears and words left unsaid.

It's been a while since the escape from the mirror trap, Joe and tom are back to their careers, Willam even par takes in music and modeling. Jerome comes to the mirror every so often if you can call him, half cans of souls are past too him by Willam so he won't starve entirely but can't gain any strength from them either as the souls are from elderly near passing humans. Could Charlie be the perfect host?? Eòghan is still 'dead' just unmoving, desiccated like...a vampire? Was this the potion laying dormant all this time and now protecting Eòghan even with part of Williams light and his own 'pure life' power?? Book 2

In a world where memories can be implanted, edited, and even stolen, Marc and Amelie's path crosses and they fall deeply in love. Amelie, however, suffers from a rare condition that prevents her from remembering memories from the past, and present.

this story is about a girl Eva who had a rough life back then and decided to move and start a new life as a different person but things didn't really go well...

"I want to consume you, solnyshko." He whispers into my ears. "Your heart. Your body. Your soul. The same way you've consumed all of me without knowing." Her smile is wide, too wide for his liking. The kind of smile that draws people in without an effort, leaving them desperate to be her or be with her. Her recklessness, her intelligence, and her charisma lures everyone. People see her laughter, confidence and her infuriating charm but he sees what they don't . The scar in her shoulder that she choses to ignore, rashes in her arms and slight hesitation in her voice as she speaks. A crack beneath her façade. He doesn't know if that knowledge is a curse or a privilege. She's his greatest frustration, dangerous fascination and his to unravel. He swore he hated her. Hated her loud mouth, her relentless persistence, and arrogance. Hated how she challenged him in every possible way and yet for nine years, he has been haunted by her existence. The same existence that shattered his life he once knew. *Mature* *slow burn* It contains sensitive topics such as bullying, sexual assault and mental health issues. Read it at your own risk. The trigger warning will be put in those certain chapters (some of them can be skipped but not all).

OFF LIMITS A Beau Maxwell Fanfiction Della Di Laurentis has spent her entire life hearing the same introduction. "This is Dean's little sister." But Della is more than her last name. She's a junior nursing major at Briar University with a quick wit, unwavering loyalty, and a habit of putting everyone else before herself. Between clinicals, studying, and stealing her brother's oversized hockey hoodies, she has no interest in becoming another hockey player's latest fling. Beau Maxwell has never met a challenge he didn't enjoy. Confident, charming, and always one joke away from making someone laugh, Beau is used to people falling for his effortless smile. Everyone, that is, except Della. She isn't impressed by his flirting, never hesitates to put him in his place, and somehow always leaves him wanting the last word. What starts as harmless banter quickly turns into late-night conversations, lingering glances, and feelings neither of them expected. There's just one problem. Dean Di Laurentis made one rule very clear. His sister is off limits. As the line between friendship and something more begins to blur, Beau and Della must decide if the risk of losing everything is worth the chance at finding the kind of love neither of them saw coming.

Ongoing draft of Volume Three of The Nine Princesses. Full description will come later. Since this is a draft, please we aware that details are subject to change.

My 4th poetry book. A book of poetry and prose. Although I have written more than 600+ poems which are all saved on my notes app, this book only contains newer poems and pieces of prose that pertain to the seasons of spring and summer. These poems aren't about my life but rather the beauty of life.

welcome to a haven of thoughts and worries, fears and hopes, love and loss, a place where my thoughts are brought to life, scrambling from my screen to yours, desperate to breathe on their own, to break free. few who stray here will see, hopefully some will appreciate. but know this is merely for me, a haven for my thoughts and worries, my fears and hopes, my loves and losses, my learning, and my words. this is for me and a happy side effect is me, me breathing freer and you, you learning i was here.

Jane runs her finger across his cheek with a warm smile. "Ilya, listen to me. You did your best, and that's all that matters. " He stopped for a moment, staring down at her. He needed someone to say this. And it came from her. From Jane Hollander. All that is running through his mind is: "Ya Tebya lyublyu." But he couldn't say it to her. And it kills him... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Jane Hollander is starting her career in the Women's Major League Hockey, and she is fucking determined to prove herself to the world. She's also the neurotic overachiever, who is extremely anxious and "boring." She is always in a good mood - except when she's around Ilya Rozanov. From the moment she faceplanted into the intimidating Russian hockey player with the cheekbones of Greek god, she despised him. Ilya Rozanov. Intimidating, but a total ladies' man. He always seems to find a way of getting under his opponents' skins. He is starting his professional hockey career, being known as "one of the best prospects in the world." The only way to describe him is intimidating and cocky. Ilya is already starting his career with an enemy - it's a WMLH player, Jane Hollander. From the moment he walked into the annoyed yet positive rookie with flawless skin and freckles scattered across her smooth, delicate skin, he despised her. They became enemies.... Rivals. One thing that they didn't expect happened: They fell in love... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Yeah that's right! Your favorite dinosaur, eating a hot pocket! Who wouldn't want that?