Childhoods Stories

Story of a naive, innocent girl Shruthi and arrogant, possessive guy Krishna. Check out the story for more details ;)

𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒃 𝐀 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟.. (𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐚😉) 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒉 𝐀𝐧 17 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫... »»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? ♥ Raaz_e_tasauur_

It involves around the lives of Vijay and Kaveri. IT'S NOT AN AGREEMENT MARRIAGE kind of story. Kindly please don't mistake the word 'PACT' Phase 1 - The Roommates Phase 2 - The Marriage Pact Phase 3 - life after marriage It's a Vika's fanfiction. Give your support for this story.

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 "𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮..." Henry Hart lands a part-time job as Kid Danger, a sidekick-in-training to super-crimefighter Captain Man. The perks are awesome! $9.00 an hour, high-tech gadgets to use, having a new crush on his cute co-worker, working at junk n stuff and -- best of all -- Henry gets to save the world! Yet he must keep the gig secret from his best friends, Jasper and Charlotte while he balances his personal life and his superhero identity. Y/n, who's later known as H/n (and has worked with Captain Man for nearly five years), now assists at Junk n' Stuff and in the man cave where the most help is needed. "─𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙝, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮." ────────────────────────── 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: #𝟏 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 #𝟏 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 #𝟏 𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 #𝟒 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐱𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ────────────────────────── || A MALE reader fanfiction, All rights are reserved. ||

DESCRIPTION Joong learned early that people leave. He was twelve when his mother walked out of their home, leaving behind a son who had begged her to stay-and a wound that anger could never quite hide. Two years later, his father was ready to move on. Joong wasn't. Then Hazel entered their home. And with her came Dunk. A child with too many questions, too much energy, and a smile that seemed impossible to get rid of. Dunk followed him everywhere. Into his room. Through the halls. Into every quiet moment Joong desperately tried to keep for himself. Joong wanted nothing to do with him. Dunk, however, had already decided otherwise. Because to Dunk, Joong wasn't the angry boy who kept pushing everyone away. He was someone worth staying for. And somehow, somewhere between childhood arguments, slammed doors, late-night conversations, and years neither of them noticed passing- Joong stopped wanting him to leave. Dunk stopped being the little boy following him through the house. And the bond they had built so effortlessly began to change into something neither of them knew how to name. Because growing up changes everything. Feelings become harder to understand. People enter their lives. Others leave. And suddenly, the person who has always been there starts to feel dangerously different. Dunk had spent his childhood wishing Joong would love him. He just never expected that one day, he would have to wonder what kind of love he was asking for.

"Be careful, Amanda. Because once he decides you're his safe place... he is never going to let you go." Two childhood friends. One became the most famous man on the planet. The other is just trying to keep her head down and survive her new internship. Los Angeles, 1983. Behind the blinding flashbulbs and the deafening roar of the Thriller era, Michael Jackson is suffocating. To the world, he is an untouchable icon. To Amanda, he is just the quiet boy she made a pinky promise with on an Indiana rooftop a decade ago. When a twist of fate lands her a job right outside his recording booth, she expects the past to stay buried. But in an industry built on ruthless noise and corporate greed, her small drafting desk quickly becomes his only sanctuary. Amanda knows the rules: Keep your professional distance. Keep your head down. Don't let the blinding gravity of his world pull you in. But you can't walk away from someone who has finally found a place to breathe. And when the most watched man on earth refuses to look away from you, hiding is no longer an option. The machine will do anything to protect its King, even if it means completely destroying the girl keeping him grounded. A slow-burn story of fame, nostalgia, and the dangerous reality of being truly seen.

not your average mafia academy.. At Donterra Academy, power isn't just inherited, it's earned. The mafia heirs are almost near the finish line as their senior year begins with a bang. However everything that they've been training their whole lives for, begins to crumble piece by piece as secrets begin to unfold. Arianna Harper is the definition of perfection, or so she claims. She's the future Donna of three empires. Feared, flawless, and untouchable, she's spent her entire life proving she's more than just a name. However, Miles Molotov has always been her exception. Her rival. Her weakness. The only person who sees through every mask she wears. Her mafia's colour is white. His is black. Their fate was sealed before they even knew it. As alliances fracture, betrayals resurface, and the brutal Crucible Exam looms closer, Arianna is forced to choose between power and vulnerability... This is the story that shows which decision she makes, and if it destroys her in the process. CHAPTERS EVERY WED + SUN 36/100 chapters completed 1/1 playlists made 0/3 epilogues completed rewards: #1 roommates #1 dorm #1 mafia heir #2 yearn #2 eating disorder #2 training #2 elite school #3 ed #3 perfect #3 academic rivals #3 boarding school #6 childhood #7 academy #20 twins

**Read Negative Space first "You can draw all the lines you want in the boardroom, Amanda. But some things don't fit into a grid." Five years ago, Amanda Saul escaped the chaotic gravity of Michael Jackson's world to build a bulletproof life in New York. Now a powerhouse creative director, her world is a perfectly controlled grid. She is untouchable. Until he comes to dismantle it. Drafted back into his orbit to architect the gritty visual identity of the Bad era, Amanda agrees to return to Los Angeles on one absolute condition: strictly professional. No blurred lines. No secrets in the shadows. But Michael is no longer the reckless king she ran from. He is patient, calculated, and terrifyingly respectful of the boundaries she demands. As the pressure of the world's biggest stage mounts, Amanda realizes that fighting a man who refuses to cross the line is a war she is destined to lose. In design, a focal point demands your entire attention. In his world, there is nowhere else to look. Book 2 of The Architecture of Us Series

In a realm bound by duty, legacy, and the weight of crowns, some stories begin not with war or ambition-but with something far quieter. Before he was known as Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and the realm's most beloved prince, he was simply a boy with mismatched eyes, carrying the expectations of a kingdom he did not yet understand. Before she became a lady whispered of in courts and songs, Denyse Hightower was a dreamer-gentle, golden, and full of stories about knights, love, and the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself. Their first meeting was nothing more than a fleeting childhood moment within the vast halls of the Red Keep-a fall, a hand extended, laughter shared beneath the sun. But from that single, innocent beginning, something deeper took root. As the years pass, the world around them grows harsher. Loyalties are tested, wars threaten to rise, and the burdens of birthright begin to close in. Baelor is shaped into a prince the realm demands, while Denyse must navigate a life where love is often a luxury denied to women of noble blood. Yet through distance, duty, and the unyielding pull of fate, one question lingers- Can a love born in innocence survive in a world ruled by power? Or will it become just another story, lost to time like so many before it?

Tay and New meet during university and fall deeply in love. They aren't supposed to. Their families have been close for years, but their expectations for their children are completely different. New is expected to eventually take over his family's business, while Tay is building a life of his own. For four years, they keep their relationship private. They have ordinary happiness-late-night food, stolen kisses, studying together, arguments over ridiculous things, and dreams about living together someday. Then, during their final year, New's family discovers the relationship. And they give New a choice: End the relationship-or lose everything they've planned for him. New chooses Tay. Until Tay makes a decision that New never understands. Tay breaks up with him. Coldly. Cruelly. Without telling him the real reason. New believes Tay simply stopped loving him. Tay lets him believe it.

"Cause I was too blinded by the word time to see that childhood all started with you" Hiiii! So for all the poetry lovers out there. This is a collection of poems centered around childhood and nostalgia. I don't usually share my poems so please be considerate and kind. I hope your love for literature and poetry continues to grow.

𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐮 𝐙𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐢 In the first year of Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen's marriage, Cen Sen left for Australia to expand his business's overseas market. In the third year, Cen Sen finally returned. Ji Mingshu threw a divorce agreement at his face, determined to end this widowed-like marriage. Cen Sen closed his eyes, caught the paper against his face, and after three quiet seconds, placed it on the desk, "Mingshu, I respect your decision. But perhaps you need me to remind you of our prenuptial agreement. Should we divorce, you probably won't be able to collect those rare Birkins, take private jets to Milan for fashion week, or bid without blinking on that 15-carat Sri Lankan Padparadscha sapphire ring..." "Wait!" Ji Mingshu suddenly snapped back to reality. "I think...maybe I can hold out a little longer." The pampered young miss × the shrewd, formidable boss -How fortunate I am to be your one and only loyal subject in this life.

ᰋ ˓ phantom ╱ vague poetry part two would it be love, if it wasn't there, regardless? ㅤwritten by autumn ㅤaugust 2026 - ? bloom together, or wither alone.

Does it take a lifetime to discover who we truly are? Or perhaps, there was never an answer to begin with. Written in Burmese (Myanmar Language).

Mio is considered as an orphan girl who used to live with her grandmother ✨. Her grandmother died from a strange illness. She actually wasn't her grandmother she actually had adopted her as her granddaughter. Mio actually belongs to the ninja world🔮. Finally Mio met a girl who said she will teach her everything and she will meet other children from the ninja world who also live in the normal world🌍. Let's see her journey and solve mysteries.🔍🔮✨

A collection of snapshots set before, during, and after the events of the completed novel The Long Summer. While many can be enjoyed on their own, they expand the world, characters, and history of the Romanov family, revealing the moments that shaped their lives-and the legacy they leave behind.

Raqeeb-e-Jaan Where love becomes an obsession... and distance becomes a punishment. Woh usse beintehaa mohabbat karta tha... itni ke usse kisi ke saath share karna uske bas ki baat hi nahi thi. "Tum meri ho... sirf meri." Lekin kahani itni asaan nahi thi. Ek taraf tha woh bhai ka best friend, jo usse bachpan se mohabbat karta tha aur aaj tak usse bhula nahi paaya... Aur doosri taraf tha woh-ek aisa aadmi jiske ishq mein mohabbat bhi thi, junoon bhi, aur possessiveness bhi. Magar phir ek sach sab kuch badal deta hai... Uska bhai... uske ishq ka sabse bada dushman tha.✨ Dosti aur dushmani ke beech phansi hui mohabbat. Bachpan ke pyaar aur junoon bhare ishq ka takraav. Paas reh kar bhi door ho jaane ka dard...🥀 Mohabbat thi... Ishq tha... Junoon tha... aur unke darmiyan bohot saari dooriyan.❤‍🔥 Some stories are not just about love... They are about obsession, enemies, distance, and the kind of عشق that destroys everything just to have you. Because sometimes, your greatest enemy is the person who stands between you and your love...✨🪄

Starting from 25 august 2026 ---------------------------------- ------------------------ > मैंने पूछा चाँद से, कि देखा है कहीं मेरे यार सा हसीन > चाँद ने कहा, चाँदनी की कसम, नहीं नहीं नहीं ~RUHIxARJUN~ __________________________________________________________ > तुझसे क्या पर्दा करूँ, तू मेरा आईना > तेरी दीद चखूँ तो लगे, जैसे अमृत पीना ~HAYATxZYRAN~ __________________________________________________________ > ना होना तू कभी जुदा, तेरी मेरी कहानी है बारिशों का पानी ~AANYAxRITARV~ ___________________________________________________________ > तैनू तकिया ते भूल गया अँखियाँ, अँखियाँ > सारी दुनिया ना भूल गया अँखियाँ, अँखियाँ > किया रे किया रे खुद इश्क़ खुदा ने किया रे, किया रे खुद इश्क़ खुदा ने ~ANISHKAxADYANT~ __________________________________________________________ By ~mohabbatxwritzz~ 🌷

"You still remember the happy times of your teen years, being free and clueless without knowing a thing about anything. Sometimes you just want to go back. Before all the stress, work, and the constant nagging of other people. You miss the times you were free and not constantly pulled by people. Sometimes you just wish that you would go back in time just to experience that one last summer all before the stress." A poem about wanting to relive their happy days of their childhood and teen years.

"Love" is a word I can never believe in. In this world, nobody really knows its true meaning. But what if... someone is ready to cross any boundary for you ? Will you call it love then ? Think. Glimpse: "Mumma, I will never marry anyone. Marriages are cages, and I just want to live my life." "I have faith that you will get the most caring and loving husband in the world... someone who will keep you like a queen." "Oh, please. I will treat myself as a queen. I don't need a king to do that." A semi-fictional Indian romance about breaking generational cycles, healing from deep family trauma, and the silent patience of a guarded heart. pnam