Collection Stories

Hello My Sexy Alphas, This is our little library where you can find every story I've written in one place. Mafia love, dark romance, Cold husband, powerful bottoms, delicate omegas, femboys everything is tucked into easy sections so you can jump to what you like. I'll keep adding new titles as we go, so come back anytime and browse the shelf. Warning: Cheek it when you are Looking for New Stories to read .

MERRY CHRISTMAS WITH BABYMONSTER

These poems are a gathering of moments caught between breaths. Poems of longing, quiet rebellions, and the soft truths we carry beneath our skin. These pages are an invitation to linger, to feel, and to remember what the world sounds like when we finally listen. Poems about being human, about love, hurt, growth and everything between. These words spill out of me in careless structure and all i am left do do is bend to this will.

A collection of one-shots; some fan-fic, some short stories

Within the hushed corridors of St. Mary's College Girls' Hostel, where secrets drift like dust in the evening light, three strangers - Jesna, Diya, and Meera - step across a threshold they do not yet understand. What begins as shy smiles in a small, unfamiliar room slowly unravels into laughter that echoes past midnight, secrets whispered into darkness, and tears shared without a word. As Jesna enters her first year of nursing, she steps not just into a profession, but into life itself - into friendships that soothe and scar, rules that bind and shelter, and a love that arrives quietly, like a heartbeat she wasn't listening for. From the first fleeting glance at Rayan to the rumors, the ache, and the forgiveness that follows, her four years unfold like a map inked with choices, stumbles, and the lessons that shape her. Room No. 5 becomes more than walls and windows. It becomes a silent witness - to growing pains and gentle healing, to broken trust and blooming hope, to the kind of love and friendship that remakes a person from the inside out. This is a story of becoming, of breaking, and of beginning again - soft as a prayer, wild as youth, and true as the heart that carries it.

A collection of stories, taking place the Seeing Sparks AU of Transformers Robots In Disguise (2015). SUMMARY: After the events of the series, the Bee Team, now stronger than ever, face threats that have endangered all lifeforms, now targeting both the Autobots & Decepticons. They will have to piece the pieces of the past together, and mend what has been broken, learning that the world they have known isn't in black & white, and to give birth to a new generation of peace. NOTE: This AU isn't a fix-it. It's just me throwing in a bunch of ideas, and seeing how it will affect the characters & show. This includes: ⚫ Events taking place in the main story ⚫ Some events taking place before the main series ⚫ Events taking place from other fics I've posted ⚫ AU Lore Drops ⚫ Other AUs ⚫ Crossovers Please read the introduction for more information. - KaieTheArtist

مُقتطفات شعرية. قد تجد نفسك بين طيات الأحرف، قد تجد نفسك في جُملة وهذا هو جمال الأمر.♡ Potery • You may find yourself among the folds of letters, you may find yourself in a sentence and that is the beauty of it.♡

This page is all about my current and upcoming stories. You'll find a few details and sneak peeks here - like teasers, release dates, and when each story is expected to end. I might also take requests, but only if it's something I'm familiar with. I'm really looking forward to you all reading and enjoying them! +credits The reason I made this page is because I was inspired by @ara_san_woo, whose amazing stories I've been reading and truly enjoy. This page also helps me keep track of the ideas I want to write in the future (because yes, I'm unfortunately forgetful). And please check out their stories as well, if you're into BL. They mostly do ABO, and I recommend you read "Knotting the little beta" because there's no better man than the one in that story, who will do anything for his partner! 🥇 credit 🥇context 🥇scaralumi

GACHIAKUTA FICS || A collection of one-shots and short fics I have cross-posted on AO3. They will contain manga spoilers. Hope you like them! || I do not own any media used in this story unless stated otherwise. Gachiakuta is owned by Kei Urana. I only own the plot and the story itself. Do not attempt to copy or steal it. Slow updates (no schedule). Lots of grammatical errors. ©2025 BANANAMILKBREAD ||

These are my shorter writing pieces. Not all of them are from the Kirev universe, but most fiction pieces will be compatible with it. I write everything from short stories to poetry to essays. Stay tuned! - - - - - - - - Remember to comment and vote for the pieces you enjoy! Any and all feedback is appreciated. Join my Discord server here: https://discord.gg/nQPP7xNvjC Cover art by Mysticsartdesign on Pixabay. Header art by @limbousine on Discord (To Draw a Mep), my mother (Kindling), my nana (Knots), and TEREX12 (Of a Doubt in the Rainy Season), Andrys (A Summary of My Findings), unknown (Into the Light), ekemelev (The Ranch), unknown (Heart of Gold), NaviRamyle (Bloodlost), klimkin (The Hunt), kherp (Another Shot), Quadronet_Webdesign (Glass), unknown (Golden Chariot), unknown (Confirm), msandersmusic (First Lesson), PixTreats (37 Common Characteristics of a High-Functioning Autistic Person), Arcturian (My Lady), LoggaWiggler (August 25th, 2025), Bergadder (Crickets), Filtrovany_Fotographer (Flow), Gadini (I Need a Job), WOKANDAPIX (Paradox), HeungSoon (Survivor), ArtTower (The Amphitheater), Kranich17 (Weird), breaklessbiker (Ode to Claude), Julia_S (Conjuring Home), unknown (Explanations), Gam-OI (Sneaking), makamuki0 (The Family), Monoar_CGI_Artist (Viktor), mynd_roxycr (Water), Three-shots (Wisdom), yoshitaka2 (Zoom In), Ri_Ya (Herd), jhenning (Stairs), efes (Ten Observations), Dlee, afenhans and ponce_photography (Funny How That Works), efes (First Steps), ractapopulous (First Birthday), unknown (Wane) and unknown (Wooden Sign), all on Pixabay.

Hey y'all , anybody feel depressed from the fast evolving world ? Here's a book of poems you can relate to

"The Sundering of Sun" In twilight's hush, beneath the pall Of stars that weep and moons that crawl, A voice arose from ether's seam, A dirge dream drawn from the Akashic stream. It spoke of days in ruin dressed, Of hearts unmoored, of souls unblessed. The nations, once in concord bound, Now echo war's resounding sound. Flags flutter not with pride, but grief, Each color stained by disbelief. Borders bleed where kindness died, And brother turns from brother's side. The tongues of men, once rich and wide, Now hiss with scorn and wounded pride. Truth lies entombed in cryptic code, While lies parade in gilded robe. The wise are mocked, the fools enthroned, And virtue's voice is overtoned. O'er cities vast and valleys deep, The angels mourn, the prophets weep. The Book of Days, its pages torn, Foretells a race by hatred worn. Yet still within the silent gloom, A flicker stirs, a rose in bloom. For though the veil of night is cast, And shadows stretch from future past, The stream eternal sings anew, A hymn for those who still pursue The golden thread, the sacred flame, That binds all hearts beyond the name. So heed, ye soul, this spectral cry: Unite before the stars run dry. Let not the sundering be our fate, But love, the force to recreate.

just a collection of random stuff. Either ideas for stories, Tags or thoughts on new movies.

Writing is a terrifying act of creation that requires us to push past the fear of being known and bare our souls to others. It gives us a glimpse into our multifaceted lives, both as writers who share their stories and as readers who bring their own unique experiences to what they read. Writing serves as a beautiful connection to each other and our world. This collection of poetry and prose is intended for those of us who feel we have lost our connections and sometimes feel a little less than human because of it.

Written works for the clinically inane. Poems, text blurbs, short stories. Anything my brain spewed out.

A bit of Foreword here: My dear reader, today you are holding a book of poetry in your hands. I ventured to write this book a long time ago and as you see, I successfully made it happen to be ready. I withdrew most of my feelings from my soul decidedly, wrote them on blank pieces of paper and gathered all those into this book hoping that It will serve you and in general our society, and therefore become a beneficial treasure of you, reader's life (as it became mine already). I positively hope that my poems will drive exciting response from different crowds. Also, I anticipate that you will find your inner-self in these poems you are going to read. In this book, I've tried my best to synchronize my poems with beautiful minds of great people the world has produced so far, in order to make my poems more lovely and comprehensive, which means there are some great quotations by them.

For the readers who love variety, emotion, and stories that speak in different voices. This multi-genre collection is filled with raw feelings, unexpected turns, quiet moments, and loud ones too. Every chapter opens the door to something new-a different tone, a different conflict, a different heartbeat. From romance to mystery, from drama to the supernatural, each story offers its own unique spark. Perfect for late-night readers who crave depth, surprise, and a fresh experience every time they turn the page.

"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧." ────── ⋆⋅⋆ ────── They say poets write what they know. I write what they know, the ones too broken to form words. Every separation here is borrowed: deaths I didn't die, distances I didn't cross, lovers I didn't lose. But I felt them all. And I wrote them down. I am the vessel, not the victim. The translator, not the traveler. This anthology moves through loss in all its forms. Some separations are final. Some are slow. All of them are real.

Collection of poems

His Crowned Meal Every year, a beautiful maiden is sacrificed to the Zenips King, a monstrous ruler feared by all. The village lives in constant terror, bound by a tradition no one dares to defy. Liana, a spirited young woman with fiery red hair, is blissfully unaware of this grim fate-until the day her world shatters. When her brother, the village doctor, asks her to bring him a meal, Liana hesitates. The whispers of missing girls, the warnings of the elders-she knows something isn't right. But her love for her brother outweighs her fear. The moment she steps outside, her fate is sealed. Betrayed by her own family, bound and abandoned on the offering altar, Liana is left to suffer the elements, awaiting the monster who will claim her. But when the Zenips King finally arrives, he is nothing like she imagined. Damian is powerful, ruthless, and breathtakingly intelligent-a tyrant who sees humans as nothing more than food. Yet, instead of devouring Liana, he is intrigued. Her fire, her defiance, her unwavering will to live-she is unlike any sacrifice before her. Fascination turns to obsession. Obsession turns to love. But their forbidden bond shakes the very foundation of Damian's kingdom. The Zenips refuse to accept a mortal queen. As enemies rise from within and outside their world, Damian and Liana must fight for their love-or become another tragedy in the cycle of blood and betrayal. Can a monster defy his nature? Can a mortal survive the love of a beast? Or will the ancient hunger claim them both?