First Stories

🖤 ᵣₑqᵤᵢₜₑd ₗₒᵥₑ 🖤 ٩(●˙▿˙●)۶...⋆ฺ When i pass by moonlight stars in your eyes,they were shinning like none of them could be mine...*:・ﾟ✧ . . . To . . . When i pass by moonlight stars in your eyes,never knew the shine would light up my whole life...｡.:*♡ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ Join Preeti and Aryan in their journey of requited love... (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

A compilation of one shots

Their eyes locked in a menacing stare. The tension crackled in the air. The anger and animosity almost tangible. Ray closed the gap between himself and Sand.... The other stood his ground, unafraid and certainly not intimidated.... Ray grabbed a fistful of Sand's shirt," has anyone ever told you you're a bastard ?" ""You're not the first, Khun and you definitely won't be the last.... You're what I have as a late night snack, the kind I chew up and spit out ...." came Sand's rebuttal. Ray chuckled sinisterly....."you want a taste of me, you better make sure you can handle me." Sand yanked his shirt off and held it out to Ray, "if you like it so much you can keep it !" Ray's eyes were drawn to the muscled torso suddenly exposed, his mind taking in all the details, the bulging biceps, the smooth creamy skin, the perky nipples about to poke his eyes out, bloody hell Ray what are you thinking. This man is your enemy, remember that E.N.E.M.Y. dang he does look good shirtless.... Ray closed his eyes momentarily, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. Sand took a step closer to Ray.... With a gentle touch Sand lifted Rays chin just a little higher.... "You're mine Khun... Submit.... ( A Sand Ray adventure in a world where Only Friends never existed...) The hard-nosed journalist, resistant to change, believing in the tangibleness of the written word.... The eye of the photographer, creating a dream of perfection, a make believe reality through the lens of the camera...... The battlefield of wits, ingenuity and craft ..... Wielding emotions, feelings, perceptions..... The rumble begins.... 🌹📸📹🐈‍⬛🐈🌹 🤝A collaboration with @RashiG05✍️ 🐈‍⬛🐈🌹🐈‍⬛🐈🎈🐈‍⬛🐈⭐🐈‍⬛🐈🎈 No resemblance to any person living or not. No relation to their lives or life-story. Purely fictional characters. Based on no actual persons or experiences. No relation to First K. or Khaotung T. 🌹🤗 Comment,

Name - Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby Type - Web nobel (CN) Author(s): Salted Lobster 盐焗大龙虾 Myanmar trans - Khat, Karry phyo Status in COO - 222 Chapters + 7 Extras (Complete) Creadit to original author and english translater.

⟡ " Do I look like Superman bitch? " ⟡ [credit to DC and its writers where credit is due, the rest is mine]

Five kids fall down a magic well and into wounder land. I wrote this story when I was in my freshman year of high school and I'm now posting it to test the waters of writing.

Aster doit se reconstruire après le sabotage de sa carrière dans la police. Dégringolant les échelons à cause d'un cruel bizutage, elle cherche à tout prix justice contre ceux qui l'ont détruite. Mais ça, c'est sans compter la présence de Jude et de son charme ravageur, psychologue du centre Sunshine, un camp de la seconde chance. [DUOLOGIE IPDNC]

رَجـــلُ أَعْــمــالٍ بـــرازِيــلــي-إيــطــالــي الأَصــل يَـمـلِـك مَجـمـوعــة شَــرِكــات اســتِـثـمــاريــة، وجــهــهُ أَمــامَ الإِعـــلــامِ صــورةُ رجــلٍ نَــاجــحٍ نَــقِــيّ، لــكِــنــهُ فِــي الــعَــتَــمَــةِ يَــلْــعَــبُ لُــعْــبَــةَ نُــفُــوذٍ مُــعَــقَّــدَةٍ. صَـحـفـيــةٌ إِيــطــالــيّــة مـبْـتَـدئــة، تَـعــمــل بِـعــقــدٍ مُــؤَقــتٍ فِــي صَــحـيـفــةٍ مَـحـلـيـة كُـبــرى، تَــحــلــم أَن تُصــبِــح صَــحـفِـيــة اسـتِـقـصائِـيــة لـهــا اســمٌ مَــرمــوق. يَـتـقـاطــعُ طــريـقــهــما... لِـتـجـد نَـفـســهــا فــي قــلــبِ لــعــبــةٍ ممُــيــتــةٍ. ومــعَ كُــل مــواجــهــةٍ بــيــنــهــمــا يـتـحــول الــخــوف إِلــى افـتـتــان، والافـتِـتــان إِلــى هَــوسٍ مـبــطــنٍ بـالــدم والــخــطــر. -إلِــيــنَــا رومــانــو 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐 -مــاتــيــوس كـايــو مُــوريــتِّــي 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒐 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊 بـَـــدأت: 2025/10/3 مُــــستمرة قـيد الـتنـــفيـذ. ⚠️ حُقــوقُ الــرِّوَايَــةِ تَــعُــودُ إِلَــيــكِ كَكَــاتِــبَــة، وَيُــمْــنَــعُ النَّسْــخُ أَوِ الِاسْــتِــنْــسَــاخُ أَوِ ال

"Tung you're all I need in this life, all I've ever needed. Just you is enough for me, but I've been blessed with more... Sunny is mine too, she's my heart. Don't ask me to choose... please Tung... please, I'm begging you..." Khaotung swung around, agitated and frustrated. "I'm not asking you to choose. I'm saying your heart has room for both of us. Can't you give me a chance? I love you and I love Sunny. I consider her mine because she's yours. Let me be her dad too.... Don't make me the bad guy... Please." Your child is yours to protect, to love, to cherish, to nurture.... Could you allow someone new to share in the joy of being your child's most important person ... If Life is a journey, are we meant to travel alone? Should we? Could we? 🌹🫶⭐💍🐈‍⬛🐈🌹🫶⭐💍🌹 A collaboration with @RashiG05 🐈‍⬛🐈🌹🐈‍⬛🐈💍🐈‍⬛🐈⭐🐈‍⬛🐈💍 No resemblance to any person, living or not. No relation or resemblance to their lives or life-story. Purely fictional characters. Based on no actual persons or experiences. No relation to First K. or Khaotung T. Just a story, a tale of love.... Maybe.🌹🤗 Vote⭐, comment, leave opinions and ideas in comments. Like 👍 if you do and follow .. please 🫶🌹

The first few poems I've written that I wanted to share

Just a little Genshin story I'm writing with my OC and a Friends's, hope you enjoy OC's Koko- Willow's (me) Kaela: Georgia's

A hate to love to enemies to lover trope.. ✨ A PERFECT MIXTURE(if you able to find)OF ROMNCE , OBSESSION AND FUN!... DEDICATION... Dedicated to those who crave love that burns in silence but speaks the loudest through actions.🪷 _Author.sia29_ --INSTAGRAM

A neurodivergent-coded YA romance about a quiet girl, a popular band boy, and a whole lot of unspoken feelings. Wendy Brooks shows up at Westbrook High hoping to blend into the background, but silence has a way of making her stand out. * * * One wrong turn, one too-loud hallway, and one infuriatingly magnetic boy - Kai Mercer- later, she's somehow tangled in new friendships, unexpected attention, and emotions she never volunteered for. With dance as the only place her voice feels real, Wendy discovers that even the quiet girl can steal the spotlight in someone else's story - especially when that someone is Kai who could go low as starting a rumour about her just to see if she'd talk. She doesn't, which somehow made him twice as interested and ten times more annoying. Now they're stuck in this stupid push-pull of tense group projects, band-room encounters, and him staring like he's trying to read my mind through sheer ego.

Anna splashed the warm water on her face, running her hands over her wet skin in attempts to set herself straight. "It was just a thought" she told herself, just an odd thought. Why get do rattled? It was exactly like Dr Jefferson had said: it was late, she had a hard day, that kind of situation coupled with a horror movie.. It was just a thought. Wiping her face with the towel on the counter she let out a sight. Feeling a bit more refreshed now. However, as soon as she removed the towel and saw her reflection.. "Did you brush your teeth?" An older woman came up to the doorway of the small bathroom where she felt like she were standing on something besides the tile floor. She had short hair and a white coat. "Yes momma." A younger voice smiled, causing the mother to cross her arms, "Let me see." not convinced and going to check the toothbrush of the girl. "Ok fine! I'll brush my teeth.." Her response was quick and a little annoyed, probably to keep from getting caught in a lie. The woman stood in the doorway to watch. Short blonde hair just reaching her shoulders, and a pair of cyan eyes looked back in the mirror with a much younger face. Disappearing just as soon as it had happened. "Aahah!" With a yelp Anna stepped back dropping the towel in the process, as sheer terror made it's way through her. Light, dark, weavers, Outcasts. It's all new to Anna, if that even is her name. After waking up with a blank slate of a mind, she has to not only relearn the ways of the world but also her own powers and what exactly it means to be "souless". The Order of Kismet, the goddess of fate, where is her place here? And is what they're doing truly right? Remembering is risky but it's the only chance she sees.

First story hope you like it and plz don't throw shade thx

Rivals or Lovers? Marcella Aurelia Acosta, a dedicated Sci-Tech journalist, is determined to bring honor to her school, Cebu Institute of Technology. Fate brings her into a chance encounter with Alejandro Julian Salazar, a male student from the University of Cebu. What seems like a simple meeting soon escalates into a fierce rivalry when they face off at the Schools Press Conference. As they compete for the top prize, will the rivalry overpower them, or will they come to realize that, behind their scribbled words, they are destined to be together? Cover : Edited by me I do not claim all of the photos I have used in this story.

After a big melting pot of relationships, Cullen finds himself deep diving more into his past relationships. Remembering moments of fear, trust, and pure love. As well as the life lessons they have brought him. As he moves along telling and living these experiences. New people come around. Old faces are back. New love is formed.

CELEBRATING MY FIRST 100 READS!!! 🎉 Ask me anything - about each character in A Girl Named Hope... or about myself as a writer, a student, a regular person on the IoT. Every and all comments will be responded to during the

Just like Luigi's Mansion 3, the cast of BFDI haunt a humongous hotel!! Only one can solve the mystery and turn everything back to normal, Golfball. Can she figure out the case or will she get lost in the horror? THIS IS A HUMANIZED AU FOR BETTER DETAILS!!!(So human descriptions will be provided in the story) Please be patient with chapter releases and enjoyyy!!!

Elizabeth Washington was the daughter of Athena Grant and Emmett Washington. Her entire life she has struggled to find a place to belong but maybe she can finally find it with the 118. Only time will tell. -Black OC -Eddie Diaz x OC -Canon level angst and violence