Femalepointofview Stories

The world is cruel, but someone is always there to smile for you, "Smile to make others smile, for me, and for everyone." If i knew I could I would..... If i just.... knew the blurred lines in between. The pain stopped but the questioning didn't stop, "Are you that girl?" "Are you the girl who..." I am sick of it, all I need to known is the blurred lines in between.

Camille: The Thread of Light Genre: Manila Noir | Tactical Survival | Cyber Dystopia Camille Taguinod was supposed to be dead. She wakes with broken bones, wired jaw, and zero signal-buried by a system that once trusted her to clean up its mess. But Manila doesn't forgive, and it never forgets. Now off-grid and off-script, Camille rebuilds herself in the shadows. No handler. No backup. Just fragments: a glitched payload, a fake alert system, and a crew of ghosts stitched from paranoia and purpose. She's not here to fight back. She's here to end the pattern. Survival isn't enough. Someone has to rewrite the rules."

At the moment this book has no where to go and I honestly don't have any thing to write and it may be great or so horrific you'll cry words out so be warned it's bad...

((A/N: A short story I created from my imagination while we were on a trip with my best friend. It was already night at that time and we were passing this place and this story just starts to play inside my mind. I'm sorry that I couldn't put a clear description. It's just a short story that has a bit of a mystery and paranormal feel to it. Clearly unedited. But I did my best to lessen the mistakes. If you're curious, please read this. Thank you! \(-^ v ^-)/ _Jang Mi_ Completed [June 2019] ))

Sweta Srivastava is a 28-year-old, self-respecting and dignified woman who has just completed her PhD. Sweta believed love needed permission-until someone made her heart hesitate. When a quiet connection turns into an unexpected pull, she must decide if she's ready to open the door or keep it shut.

"The world demanded a Goddess. He wanted a woman. I became the sacrifice." They call him Maryada Purushottam-the perfect King. To the world, he is a God. To me, he was the boy with starlight in his eyes, before the crown crushed us both. We survived exile and a demon king, only to be broken by the whispers of Ayodhya. This is the Ramayana reclaimed-an intimate, high-angst retelling of a love torn between a King's duty and a husband's heart. I walked through fire not to prove my purity, but to burn the world's doubt. He was the Sun. I was the Earth. And this is how we burned. ✨ Soulmate Bond | High Angst | First-Person POV