Feminine Stories

||• Treyton and Aciel •|| Aciel Vhonne Gallera is a student in the morning and a writer at night. He has always had a passion for writing since he was young. Aciel doesn't mind being alone or even having no friends at school. He doesn't want to create attention for himself, much less be involved with someone else, not until a man named Treyton Zyair Lozano starts following him around in the school he had just been transferred to. His everyday life starts to change. It becomes more lively and noisy. He can feel the happiness within him, and seeing Treyton smile and laugh makes him even happier. Treyton doesn't fail to be with him every step of the way, but one day, Treyton failed to meet him not just once; it took eight years of his life that Treyton wasn't around. He was devastated, hurt, and heartbroken by Treyton's sudden disappearance; he felt like he was left in the dark, thinking that he would almost lose the purpose of his life. Amid his dream coming true after years of hard work, the man he had spent eight years waiting for-the one who disappeared without a single word or trace-suddenly stood before him once again. Treyton's eyes were filled with desperation, silently begging, as though he were on the verge of tears. After everything that had happened, would Aciel find it in his heart to forgive the promise that had once been broken and give his first love a second chance? -MascxFem- Started: Jan. 02, 2025 Ended:

"It Was Just a Joke" They say women can't take a joke. They say, "Don't post if you can't handle comments." They say, "It's tradition and culture. It's how men are." But what they don't say is what happens when a grown man comments on a 5-year-old's photo with a wink emoji and a disturbing comment. They don't talk about how a girl who posted her opinion on politics gets spammed with "women ☕️" memes and sandwich jokes. They don't talk about the fathers who shame their daughters publicly while scrolling through bikini models privately. This book is not about calling all men toxic but about calling out the system - one where masculinity is used as both a shield and a sword. A system where shame is selectively distributed: women are shamed for existing, and men are shamed only when caught. We're going to talk about memes that silence, traditions that trap, and comments that cut deeper than we admit. We're going to dissect the "Alpha Male" fantasy and the silent grooming of girls on digital platforms. And we're going to name the thing most people avoid: digital misogyny is not a glitch-but a system. I'm not here to be palatable but here to be honest. Because if we don't speak up for the girls being told to stay quiet now, we become the women they'll expect to stay quiet later. If you are here to seek the answers you can't find, then you are in the right place.

When Dove Audrey's glamorous life shatters under the unforgiving spotlight of the city, her career, love, and friendships are thrown into chaos. Desperate for refuge, she retreats to the one place she swore she'd never return-home. Brooke-Jane Saratini never expected to see her first love again, especially not in the chaos of her most turbulent times after a decade apart. When she glimpses the red-headed angel, soaked and trembling in the rain outside her restaurant, she can't resist inviting her in from the cold. Fate, with its unpredictable twists, draws them together once more, despite their fierce efforts to stay apart. With one woman trapped in a loveless relationship and the other haunted by heartbreak, what destiny awaits them? Will they find strength and flourish, or succumb to the mounting pressure that grows heavier with each passing day?

In the heart of royal Rajasthan, where golden palaces whisper secrets and chandeliers remember the sins of powerful men, rises a story that was never meant to be told twice. A girl once lived there-soft-eyed, kind-hearted, painfully human. She was called Zannat. But the world did not protect Zannat. It buried her. And something else returned in her place. Now she is known as Vadhika Singh Rathore-a name spoken only in lowered voices, in boardrooms that fall silent at her arrival, in empires that collapse before her gaze even sharpens. She is not gentle. She is not forgiving. She is not what the world would call alive in the way it understands life. She is calm. Always calm. And that is the most terrifying part. When she walks, even air feels disciplined. When she speaks, it sounds like judgment rather than conversation. When she looks at people, they do not feel seen-they feel measured. But beneath the iron silence, something fractured still exists. A past sealed inside locked rooms. A mother's scream that never found an answer. A childhood erased piece by piece until only emptiness remained. Then comes Vivaan-a man too ordinary for her world, too soft for her history, too unguarded to survive her presence. Fearful. Scared and..Made a mute by Society. He simply... treats her like a person. And that is where the danger begins. Because in a life built on cruelty, control, and survival, kindness becomes the most unpredictable weapon of all. As buried memories begin to resurface and the mask of emotionless perfection starts to crack in invisible ways, one question echoes through every empire she touches: Is Vadhika Singh Rathore a monster created by fate... or a girl still waiting to be remembered? In a world where love is weakness and power is survival, His Ruthless Wife is not just a marriage story. It is the mystery of a woman who stopped feeling- and the man who might accidentally teach her how.

A poetry collection about what it feels like to be loved by the sun, for the scars, the brown and gold that is left as a memorabilia on your skin.

Things that many of us feel and don't manage to put in words. Mostly short poems and my very own quotes. Also some poems of which you'll only understand the true message if you have some Bible knowledge. All poetry is worth reading ! Enjoy!!

Life sucks. Eugene realizes this when he's left standing on a hot sidewalk in New Mexico with a pack of gummy worms and an old plane ticket. But after joining a club called "The Memenists" with the persuasion of his roommate, he realizes that life may suck a little less than he thought.

Just a bunch of fun, and some sad(I think) Imagines of Harry. I don't really do smut, I can't write it but its not all fluff.

When a near-fatal accident changes Tara forever, every menstrual cycle is followed by mysterious deaths of pregnant women. As the body count rises, she must uncover the truth haunting her before another innocent life is claimed.

Pritam was a Normal boy who loved cook so much and also He is a Managing Director of thier family Business.

"Happy Birthday Lou!" Harry smirked. He handed me a small pink shopping bag, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously before taking it. "What is it?" I asked. He didn't say anything. He simply gestured to the bag in my hand. I reached my hand inside feeling around. My hands touched lace. My heart beat sped up as I pulled it out the bag. I could hear him giggling. I looked him in the eyes, my face completely flushed. "You got me....panties?" *********************** Or the one where Harry buys Louis panties for his birthday as a joke but it turns into something more serious.

You and Frodo have alwayd been close friends since you were 18 years old. You have a job as a teacher. Teaching young Hobbits.

A girl. A snake. A bond that won't break. When Purdy sits on a nest of rattlesnakes, one young serpent sinks its fangs into her thigh-and never lets go. But instead of killing her, it glows, protects, and drinks her blood. As Purdy grows up with "Lucas" coiled around her leg, the town adjusts, classmates gossip, and her mother calls it a divine sign. But when first love and jealousy enter the picture, the true cost of keeping a companion like Lucas comes to light. A haunting, gothic tale of girlhood, obsession, and the strange things we learn to live with.

First ever written story I own none of the photos in this story. I only own my OC's and the storyline but nothing else sadly not the Joker or DC. WARNING ·mpreg · violent ·crossdresser ·mature🔞 I will warn you before the chapter starts ·gay Wanna read it and out.

michael is a bit feminine. luke is " punk rock". Michael likes to be pretty. lowercase intended ⇔ coming soon ⇔

Poem

DEKU meaning: useless person or someone who can't do anything thats all his classmates and mother viewed him as a useless person but what they didn't know is that soon deku would not be the name of an adored hero nor of a feared villain soon it would be the name of a loved and feared vigilante.

Embracing

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