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"Crimson Thrones" || A Kim Taehyung FF || She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to stop it - a union between Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, the ruthless king whose eyes hold both fire and ruin. But beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs - a curse born of love, betrayal, and death. And as their hearts learn to bleed for each other, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them. Achievements: #2 RoyalMarriage #42 FantasyRomance - out of 52K stories ✨ Tags: #RoyalRomance #FantasyLove #TaehyungFF #EnemiesToLovers #Reincarnation #Curse #Soulmates #ForbiddenLove #KingxPrincess #Fate #EternalLove #WattpadFantasy

What if your name decided your whole life? Jariha is ten years old, and already she feels like she's been marked. Her name - which means wounded - sets her apart from the shiny, perfect girls in her class. At school, she hides behind her brown jacket. At home, no one listens. And when her only friend Nora starts drifting away, Jariha meets Jamila - the new girl with the kind of beauty and confidence that fills every room. What begins as a slow, quiet friendship becomes something deeper... and more complicated. Spanning ten years of heartbreaks, betrayals, girlhood and silence, "Jariha" is a coming-of-age novel about the wounds we carry, the names we inherit, and the strength it takes to write your own meaning. This book follows Jariha through her childhood and teenage years, showing how her quiet, complicated friendship with Jamila slowly grows into something deep, fragile, and unforgettable. "A bond stronger than friendship, deeper than first love - and harder to name."

𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰- 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶- 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓮- 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭, 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂, 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷. 𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭. 𝓘𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓲𝓷 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓗𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼

Does real love exists?" When the blood moon rises, the veil between love and danger begins to tear. Lucas Matthias has always been the quiet enigma of Ravencroft Hollow - a town wrapped in fog, superstition, and secrets older than time. No one remembers when he arrived, and he doesn't remember why he stays. But when a crimson moon bleeds across the sky, Lucas begins to hear the call of something wild. A shadow with eyes like burning embers and a voice that sounds like his name. As nightmares turn to whispers and whispers turn to temptation, Lucas is pulled into a love story written in blood - one that could either save his soul or ruin it forever. 🕯️ Gothic Fairytale ✦ Romance ✦ Fantasy ✦ Thriller "Under the blood moon, even monsters can fall in love."

In a world divided by sea and sky, a curious albatross and a restless fish cross paths under starlit waves. Drawn by wonder and haunted by longing, they begin to question the boundaries of their own existence. Can connection defy nature itself - or is love only meant to live where it cannot survive? A poetic tale of beauty, distance, and unspoken yearning.

Grief drips from the walls of her home, and silence hums a song only she can hear. Beneath the echo of a mother's death, something waits-something that never learned to rest.

Luna has lived her whole life running from the shadows of a past that never stopped bleeding. Betrayed, humiliated, and torn away from everything she once called safe, she learned to survive by becoming fire - silent, sharp, and dangerous. But fire always returns to the place it was born. When Luna is forced to travel to Massachusetts and step once again into the grand and merciless Grant House, every buried memory wakes up like a ghost. Miss Grant - the woman who destroyed her innocence - still rules the palace with cold elegance. Ethan and Elias, the two brothers who grew up untouched by pain, watch her arrival with a mix of curiosity, guilt, and something darker. Luna didn't come back for love. She didn't come back for forgiveness. She came back for answers. For justice. For revenge. But the palace that once broke her now holds new secrets - and new dangers. And as Luna walks through halls filled with beauty and poison, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: This time, she isn't the victim. She is the storm. And when she rises, no one will escape the fire she brings.

What do you do with the pieces of a forever that never existed? This isn't a story of happy endings or bright beginnings. It's a messy, raw collection of feelings, memories, and reflections. Written for those who have given up but still keep going, these pages hold fragments of love, loss, and the weight of the connections that change us forever. Poetic, chaotic, and painfully real, this book(ish?) isn't for everyone. But if you've ever felt lost in your own emotions, you might just find yourself here. Take a breath. Turn the page. And see what's waiting for you between the lines.

Elena's Roman getaway was supposed to be her last adventure before stepping into her father's world in New York. But when she meets Mateo, a quiet wanderer with eyes full of stories, her life takes a turn she never saw coming. Because sometimes, love isn't new. It's something you've been carrying all along. #TimelessLove #Romance #ItalyVibes #Wanderlust

He was content with pages and silence- until she arrived, carrying the outside world in her voice. Now the quiet feels heavier, and the stories aren't enough.

A forgotten name. A legacy built on lies. And an heir who returned to claim nothing-but burn everything. When the House of Azaria resurrects its empire beneath Vienna's golden lights, the celebration hides a truth too bitter to toast. Leonhart Vale di Azaria, the exiled son, steps into the ballroom uninvited-his silence louder than the orchestra itself. Across the marble floor stands Elira, once his promise, now bound to the man who destroyed him. In a world that worships bloodlines and buries guilt beneath diamonds, Leon is not here to reclaim his throne. He is here to end it. Because not every heir seeks redemption. Some are born to watch empires fall. The waltz begins. And the ashes will remember their names. 🔹 Genre: Gothic Romance / Aristocratic Revenge / Psychological Drama 🔹 For fans of: The Great Gatsby, Crimson Peak, Rebecca, Succession 📅 New Chapter every Friday & Sunday.

She didn't dance to impress. She grooved to exist. In a school auditorium pulsing with music and laughter, a girl moved like poetry in motion. Her elegance was effortless, her rhythm magnetic. She wore her uniform like grace stitched into fabric, and when she danced, the world didn't cheer-it paused. This is a story about presence. About the kind of beauty that doesn't shout-it whispers and lingers. Through foggy winter evenings, glowing streetlights, and van rides filled with laughter, she left behind more than memories. She became a feeling. A soul watched without eyes. A heart listened without sound. If you've ever witnessed someone so in tune with the moment that it changed you-this story will speak to you. She grooved. And the world watched quietly. 🔹 A poetic tribute to grace, rhythm, and the quiet power of being unforgettable

Some meetings are meant to be temporary. Some people leave a mark you can't erase. Aarvi's journey from a mysterious pre-wedding encounter to finding someone who lives without fear will make her realize that love isn't always about forever - sometimes, it's about the moments that change you.

Her presence was a quiet storm-bright enough to perplex the moon, yet burdened with hidden sorrow. She smelled of fresh jasmines, radiating warmth even as her eyes held back untold depths. In her smile, I felt the chill dissolve, and my heart surrendered to the beauty beside me. But could I ever reach the soul veiled behind those glimmering eyes?

Be drowned and touched by these compilation of poems given to me by poets of different styles 😊 and genres. All the names are being hidden by the initials of the said poets. Feel free to give me your poems that you would want to be read and be featured but to shy to be known! 😊😄 keep the mysterious vibe 😉 Enjoy~ P.S. some are actually mine 😄✌️

🌿 Story Description - Whispers of the Willow 🌙 In the quiet village of Castle Combe, where rivers hum forgotten songs and magic hides in the mist, a girl named Mia waits by the willow tree for the boy who vanished one fateful night. A promise was made beneath the moonlight-one that bound two hearts between worlds. But when the willow stopped blooming and the village began to fade, Mia's hope became the only magic left. Now, years later, whispers in the wind call her name again. Shadows move through the forest. The river sings once more. And Mia must uncover the truth behind the ancient curse that stole her love-and the secret power sleeping within her own heart. A tale of love, loss, and the kind of magic that never dies, Whispers of the Willow will carry you through misty mornings, forgotten castles, and the soft ache of waiting for someone who might never return. ---

🌾 Fragments of Me - Chapter 1: The Rice Wet with Mist Between past lives and memories that refuse to fade, a woman begins to remember... Without knowing exactly where the images come from, she relives emotions, scents, glances, and scars - as if her soul had left traces through time. Taken in silence, many women were never given a voice. This is the story of one who chose to remember. And to write. By Jangmi L.

"I write moments that feel like dreams - soft lights glowing in silence, quiet laughter echoing in warm rooms, and the magic of imagination weaving ordinary evenings into timeless memories. My words capture atmospheres where reality dissolves into wonder, where roses bloom at midnight and long drives become journeys of the soul. Each story is a fragment of beauty, painted with candlelight, music, and the fleeting magic of life."

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The rain had stopped hours ago, but the air still carried its damp, earthy scent. Aisha stood by the old wooden bridge, her fingers grazing the railing, eyes fixed on the ripples in the water. She wasn't waiting for him-at least that's what she told herself. But her heart had a habit of betraying her mind. She heard the faint crunch of footsteps behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know it was Zayan. His presence was always quiet, like a shadow-uninvited, yet impossible to ignore. "Aisha..." his voice was soft, almost hesitant. She exhaled slowly, keeping her gaze on the water. "You're late." "I know," he said, stopping a few feet away. "But I'm here now." "That doesn't erase the days you weren't," she replied, her tone sharper than she intended. Her fingers tightened around the railing. Zayan took a step closer. "I was trying to give you space." "Space?" she laughed bitterly. "Or silence?" The pause between them was heavier than any word he could have spoken. Somewhere in that stillness lay everything they never said-every apology, every truth, every unspoken love. "I didn't choose this silence, Zayan," her voice trembled, "but you made me live in it." He reached out, hesitating before letting his hand rest gently over hers. "And I'm here to break it... if you'll let me." Aisha finally turned to face him. In his eyes, she saw the same storm she'd been carrying inside her. Maybe, just maybe, they could find the words to rebuild what the silence had taken away.