Comforting dzieła

I don't own these characters btw.

" "Stop caring for me..." Mehar whispered, her voice breaking. "You'll leave, just like you did five years ago." Ubaid looked at her as if those words hurt more than anything else. "Mehar..." he said softly. "If I leave this time, I'll lose everything all over again. I swear, I'm not going anywhere." Five years ago, he walked away. He left behind his home, his past, and the girl who waited for answers that never came. Now, at twenty-seven, Ubaid Shah has everything he once dreamed of-a name, a career, and a future built with his own hands. Everything except Mehar Fatima. But some promises remain unfinished, some wounds never truly heal, and some people never stop finding their way back to each other. When fate brings them together again, they must decide whether love is worth a second chance,or if five years of silence has already changed everything. ☆☆☆☆☆ "You know it is an arrange marriage " Vedika said while taking slow steps towards Kabir . He nodded She continued , " And it is arranged by me " She said with a smirk on her face

The life of a god chinchilla that is enjoying life in the human world while also trying to avoid fiction tropes

vantrexians and tryvuulians have been against each other for a thousand years, and they still are to this day. that's why fox and little cato never got along ...because of their history. they had to hate each other, but sometimes little cato and fox didn't feel hatred around each other, they felt another feeling but they didn't know what it was. they didn't wanna know what it was, and tried to hide their feelings by hating each other, but nothing can stop that feeling...not even hate.

Y/n is the ultimate trumpet player, she should be fitting in with the other ultimates, having fun with them, living the perfect tropical life, there's everything she needs; an energetic best friend, and a love triangle. However, a stuffed bear has other plans. [NO SMUT] TW: Ticks, Hallucination, Death -The killing game won't be the focus, and the story line will be altered a bit too- Please enjoy :)

At the edge of the Cloudburst Frontier sits an institution known simply as "Flight School." It isn't a prestigious, well-funded academy; it's a beautifully chaotic, high-stress, domestic puzzle running on fading aviation royalty-classic Piper and Cessna designs retrofitted with temperamental steam-boilers and exposed copper plumbing. With one hundred stressed-out cadets grinding for their licenses, twenty thick-skinned instructors surviving on cold coffee, an administrative staff battling a mountain of manual logs, a single sleep-deprived IT guy, and a tireless maintenance crew, nobody actually knows 100% of what they are doing. Everyone holds just a piece of the puzzle, scrambling to fill the gaps for one another with quick fixes and sheer willpower. Follow the multi-layered, serialized journey of rookies growing into commercial aviators and veteran teachers chasing their own dreams of flying long-haul freight liners down-shelf. Welcome to the dawn block. Try to make it back in one piece.

It is a form of perspective, in which we need to understand that life will continue to happen at all times. Understanding that change is happening even when we aren't aware of it.

They never planned to fall in love. They met each other for the first time He saw her for the first time and was mesmerized with her beauty and cuteness. She had no idea someone had been quietly admiring her from afar. One conversation. One exchanged number. One Snapchat message late at night. That's all it took for the universe to start stitching two hearts together. Along the way, they found something unexpected - a connection so soft, so comforting, it healed the parts of them they never spoke about. And somewhere between the teasing, the late-night talks, the opening-up, and the healing... he started calling her "Stupid." She started calling him "Buddhu." Not as insults - but as names filled with affection, comfort, and the kind of love that feels like home. This story isn't told from her perspective. It isn't told from his. It's told only through the dialogues they shared - the words that healed them, made them laugh, made them feel again. Because sometimes love doesn't roar. Sometimes it whispers nicknames. And sometimes two people don't just fall in love - they heal their way into it. This is the story of a Buddhu and his Stupid - two souls who found everything they needed in each other.

There are some things, some vibes, some feelings, some moments that you can never match again. I'd like to capture some of my own memories, some of my desires, some of my experiences, some of my feelings into this. Perhaps you'll find a liking to it. Relax and read a pleasant short story or two, and remember: you're never alone. I'm here, crying, laughing, mourning, celebrating or anything, with you. With love, Muffin.

Some kid writes a story, and realizes that it was a self-insert to vent (and genuinely want constructive criticism) Note: this is not a inside out fanfic, that's dumb, it's just how I visualize emotions

a pewdieken fanfiction ... pewds whit a broken heart whit his previous lover will he ever find love again? after geting his heart broken 2 times he's about to give up on love intill one bearded man comes into his life

Vignette - Alena comforts Kam when he's struck with nightmares!

A exiting, romantic book about Amaira Baker, a girl in a small town. Her best friend, Michael Jones is just a few months older. He starts to fall for her, they make a promise to marry eachother. One day Michael gets accused of a crime. He goes to jail, a few years later they meet again. This story takes place in 1877-1895 (I am sorry for my spelling and word use sometimes. English isn't my first language)

Johnny Storm and Peter Parker are going on a date, their six-month anniversary even. But parker luck strikes again, leaving a panicking peter parker wallowed in grief tainted memories with his loving boyfriend trying desperately to help. Ps. This is spiderstorm. I don't know why but I really like this ship recently. Fluff, slight angst but happy ending

this story is about two people meeting and having a love story based on my standards and imaginations. As amber was getting deeper into the situation they had, she was getting worse.

It shows how its okay to cry and that no matter what people say you matte and your important

"I like you." he murmured, his grey eyes locking mine. ****** Draco and the Golden Trio are back for their 7th year in Hogwarts. Even though everything seems peaceful , they knew otherwise. Draco soon found out that he was actually falling for Hermione but knew Hermione will never love him as she had Ron and Draco was just an ex-Death eater .Pansy was still in love with Draco but Draco did not love her. What would happen if both of them were selected to be the Head Boy and the Head Girl?

short stories with morals... want to take a look?

A story about childhood trauma, nostalgia, and fear. You are the main character of this story. Welcome home