histórias de Breakthrough

I was seventeen. . . Seventeen, when I met Atulya Singh. Nineteen, when I became his close mate. Twenty when I was friend-zoned. Twenty-three when he decided to join the same hospital as I. Twenty-four when he decided to date the one girl that I wasn't fond of. Twenty-five, when he told me that he might be falling in love. Twenty-six, when he came with a broken heart. Now, I'm twenty-seven, telling him to fuck off. I was eighteen. . . Eighteen, when she caught my eye. Nineteen, when destiny brought us together. Twenty-one, when I realised my feelings for her. Twenty-four, when I decided to follow her. Twenty-five, when I didn't want to risk anything. Twenty-seven, when she announced her engagement. Now, at twenty-eight, she's telling me to fuck off.

Perfection is an art, if only it turns well with work. What if it gets used in your personal life too? Life turns out to be building a set of blocks, that gets placed in the same way as the other layer before, careless of building a rooftop. Anaya Sabarwal, creating herself as an outcast, far away from social touch, met with Reyaan Mehta at an unexpected day camp visit, turning out to be a start of new friendship. The life she thought continued to be sailing in still water, the waves thundered when her college life bought new chaos with Saajh Mittal sparking the fire a little more. The three continuing with their own struggles, when love, hate, betrayal brings them in front of each other, trying to fix things, finding a closure, for another approval. 'The Glimpse I Wish Hadn't Faded' isn't just a title, it's the moment, the . rememberance of a person once met at the very first, to the journey, coming across again, trying to grasp the few instincts that seems to be still the same.

For satyr Thepa Fox, the world of Sainta has been at war for as long as she can remember. Savage beasts ravage the land, and the once-strong alliance of the five nations is crumbling under the growing horde's onslaught. As resources dwindle and conscription claims every able body, Thepa is no exception. But Thepa refuses to fade into the ranks. Leaving the only family she has ever known, she becomes the first-ever female Captain of the Goldale Guard, though the path ahead is far from easy. Self-doubt gnaws at her resolve, her sister Rory harbors a dangerous secret that threatens to unravel their bond, a new and sinister threat emerges from the shadows, and the weight of her birthright as Beachwick's Matriarch pulls her toward an inescapable destiny. Torn between duty and family, Thepa must navigate treacherous battles, unravel the mysteries of Rory's newfound power, and confront her own heritage to forge a future for Sainta-or risk losing everything she holds dear. My intention is to post this on Royal Road as well. I give myself permission under my Royal Road user name: jpsuchecki

Art is an explosion, that brings one's thoughts in to readable reality. Artistically content can be seen magnificent or worse depending on how the artist uses creativity he or she possess to convey his or her desired meaning. This novel is in a form of narrated story, but direct at the same time. this is to emphasize on feeling every moment of the story. Again, reading this book makes you the reader of this book enter in my mind. feeling my genius, my insane, winds of feelings and emotions all put together in form of histological novel... Long ago, there was a land called mangishikyu. people of this land were strong people believed to be intelligent beings in all entire race of human kind... However, for over millennium now. this land has never attain total peace in it... Its people constitutes about 75% of all refugees in neighboring states and lands. The war between the Urio clan and the honcho clan of the hidden mountain never lasted ,the battle continues ages to ages till today. This story as identified on the above part, it is a fictional based story.... Love story passionate with sad moments and emotions, passion of hate driven by love... on the conception based on imagination, conveying the power of thoughts and imagination are all embedded within this book. enjoy.

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"A girl destined to suffer A world meant to fall And a curse impossible to break" ×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×× (Summary soon to come) ×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×× What will you do if all the odds are against you? Are you brave enough to survive? Or are you willing to die?

A collection of poems in random, and not only me could ever fathom. Fascinated with my own thoughts and feels, Trying to learn and learning to heal. *ongoing*

LIFE AS IT IS. FULL OF DRAMA!!

Poems and stories that live in my head

Ivy had lived with her mom all her life. She never gets out much considering her paranoid mother. Ivy is a teenager starting Highschool, will her mother still be able to control her life with this new found curiosity. Ivy like her name likes to thrive she enjoys social settings much like her late father. We don't know much about him, when will mom open up about her past? Highschool is all about new beginnings I wonder who'll she'll meet. A few friends, maybe some bad influences and a cute guy to tie it all together.

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A group of cyclists, with their own lives and stories were transported to another world, tasked to create a better environment and clean up destruction caused by cars using their knowlege, ability and gift from god. Thus a war against cars and everything behind it began A story about cycling and how it permeates into human life, environment, energy, sports, politics and battles. Going fast means you are destroying the very things you want to preserve. Getting things quickly requires you to slow down Will also include their stories from before they were transported to another dimension

Rose from a concrete is the breakthroughs of life and overcoming it all

The discovery of an XXX addiction and narcissism🥸

Paper feelings.

Imagine driving to your house. You take the same way everyday , but one day there's a roadblock in your path. You can turn around and try to find another way , but it's going to take time and it's not going to be easy. That road, was my life. At least it was until I turned 19 and the roadblock came; a stroke from birth control. 10 years later and I am still trying to find my way home. Join me as I take you on a look-through of my life, my struggles and ultimately , my Road to Recovery.

This is an extra-chapter, a PRE-chapter to the actual book from the bookseries DOGMATIC CITY written by C.I.Wiking. DOGMATIC CITY is a series of five books that is being translated into English as we speak. This extra-chapter from the story about Adrian, was written yesterday by C.I.Wikings JUST FOR READERS HERE ON WATTPAD! In this short story we come into Adrian's life just before the book starts, where this PRE-chapter ends ...well, that's exactly where the book about Adrian begins. Adrian is a teenage boy that lives in the shadows of others, in the shadow of Life itself. He is a troubled boy and we will follow him and his life until he becomes a young man. Hope you will enjoy! Please note that this text is protected by full copyright universal law. C.I.Wiking and The CIW-Team want to thank: 4D Graphic for Graphic Design and Layout and Larm-Rmah for Photograph

The ground was pulled from underneath her and in a blink of an eye everything she believed in crumbled to dust. When her car runs of the road in the middle of nowhere she's left at the mercy of the beautiful, silent stranger. The last thing he expect was to find a woman lost in his mountains as the storm is brewing. What he expected even less was the look in her eyes, on he understands all to well. Will they escape the ghosts of the past and fly or will they lose everything?

A curator of forgotten domestic relics begins to notice a pattern woven through centuries - silk instead of iron, praise instead of chains. As she traces the quiet architecture shaping women's lives, she discovers that the most enduring prisons are the ones mistaken for tradition - and that even the finest thread can be unpicked.