Grandaughter Histórias

The whole village people gathered infront of the village library where they usually gather to discuss about the village issues and solutions..today was such day everyone was waiting for the village head Rajaratnam... he sat on the chair placed at the center of the gathering all others were sitting on the floor or standing behind. on before of everyone there was a chair and a table before it that's for their New Thasildar everyone stood up to wish her even Rjarathran stood but his hands fisted when he identified who it is that lady smirked at him while crossing him to reach her chair. Rajaratnam left before everyone....his driver and his friend asked him "En pa rathnam ipadi kelabi pogalam nu avasara padra...." "yar mogathula mulikakudathu athaiye pathutein.......ava kaietluthu pottu enaku ethum nadakanum nu ila vaa polam vandiya edu" she took deep breath and looked at him sharply... "Ena nimathiya kedurathu epadi nu plan potutu tha intha oruke vantheingala" "No why do you think like that..." "can you explain what else i should think" "I love you......i mean it why don't even consider it......" "Nadaka vaipe ilatha onumela asa padrathula entha payanum ila.....ungaluku atha puriya vaika tha try pandrein.....but you are not ready to listen to it" "En vapila......atha thane nanum kekurein......" he asked her losing his patience....she took deep breath "Unga thatha ku ithulam theinja kandipa ithu vaipilatha visyam tha......en kudumbathaiye verukura avar epadi ena ethupar nu nenaikureinga" "Avar ila naan thane vazha poren naa virupapatta pothum" "yarum ilatha thani valkai enaku vena.........antha ennam ungaluku iruntha alichidunga kudave enoda nenapaiyum" Join me in the travel Of Aadhini and Arjun.......its a village based story

The Kingston's were always more than a family. They were a dynasty-ruling New York from the shadows, with power flowing through their veins for generations. Nothing happened in their city without their knowledge or control. It was a legacy of power, loyalty, and secrets, passed down without question. Now, Reese Kingston, the only child of the infamous Vaughn Kingston, is drowning under the crushing weight of the city's expectations. She was born to inherit it all-but can she live up to the impossible standards that shaped the Kingston empire? When long-lost relatives resurface, bringing promises of unity, Reese sees her chance to prove she's not just an heir, but the rightful successor to the Kingston throne. But beneath the surface of this reunion lies a web of buried secrets and bitter betrayals. The Kingston legacy is not what it seems-and Reese is about to discover that power, once fractured, is far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Now, she must decide: will she restore the family's iron grip on New York, or will its hidden past destroy everything she's ever known?

A visit to her grandfather.

*Disclaimer: This story contains mature content including violence, severely traumatic events, and themes of survival in a post-apocalyptic world. Reader discretion is advised.* When the bombs turned Texas to ash and ruin, nestled inside a cave of the Palo Duro Canyon stood Vault 97. A place that was supposed to be a safe haven for Daisy Carson. Daisy never asked to wake up one hundred and eighty years after the end of the world - not to find herself a prisoner of Vault 97's twisted project nor to be branded a bounty with secrets on a stolen holotape. When she escapes, battered and chained, she crosses paths with a lone ghoul - a wandering gunslinger who drifts between the crosses of dead churches and the neon bones of old towns across the vast wasteland, rosary rattling like the warning of a viper. He claims he wants the bounty on her head. He claims he's just another survivor trying to get paid. But campfires crack open old wounds, and every prayer whispered into the wasteland binds them tighter than the chains they share. Together they carve a bloody trail from the rotting slave pens of New Amarillo to the ghost ranches of Mercy - a place where family and faith were all that mattered - and from the Texas wasteland down to the Mexican badlands.

Jasmine "Jazz" King has always been a ghost in her family's world-a small-time hustler with a reputation for being a wild card who wanted nothing more than to escape the shadow of her grandmother. But Cora "The Black Widow" King wasn't just a grandmother. She was the feared and revered matriarch of the city's most powerful enterprise, a woman who controlled the streets with a blend of loyalty, secrets, and an iron will. When Cora dies, everyone expects her empire to fall to her ruthless sons. Instead, the will names Jazz as the sole heir. The inheritance is not a gift, but a brutal test. To keep the crown, she must outsmart her male relatives, navigate a world of shifting alliances, and learn the truth about the "business" her grandmother built. The only question is, can a street-smart girl with no ambition for a throne prove she's worthy of wearing the crown before it crushes her?

Read the the story to find out (*evil twittery laugh* I'm so evil aren't I?) But I will tell you that it involves - you'll never guess what - immigration, and journals!

A wonderful story of the power of love of family. The prayer mat, handed down through the generations, touches on the magical, saving the life of Ahmin's granddaughter in a time of great need.

A short prose style poem depicting the bond between a fading grandmother and her vibrant granddaughter. Please forgive the use of italics, but the font on here is unbearable.

The life of my northern grandma. Stories by Ann Honeyford Written by Leela Honeyford

A hunger games fan fiction. __________________ Melanie Snow's grandfather has been killed. Left with no one else in the world who cares for her, Melanie is doomed to become nothing more than a forgotten little girl, looked down upon wherever she goes. Until a certain person takes Melanie under her wing. Katniss Everdeen, the broken Mockingjay. Together, the girls can heal each other. If only there was not so much in their way. In the face of a new threat, the two will have to help prevent each other from falling apart , and try to stop another war. If they can't, then there is no hope. Currently being continued

We all know president snow has a granddaughter but did you know he has another one. the question remains who is she and where is she. All characters belong to Suzanne Collins.

Just a Info.

Do you hear the voices?

An emotional letter to a late grandmother from her granddaughter.

A grandma and her granddaughter Jillian share their first Guava together, while her grandma tells the story about her first friend and the memories she had while eating guavas.

Rose parents are killed in an accident,after that her grandmother take care of her but time pass and Rose grow up and she thinks that her grandmaa always disturb her,irritate her and then she scold her but one day something happened that changed Rose thinking about her grandmaa...watch granny's love to find out.....

Memory Annie Odair, the thirteen year old granddaughter of Annie and Finnick Odair, loves flowers and always has a smile on her face. That is until her best friends name is called. Without a second thought, Memory volunteers. She's thrown into a arena with little experience in combat. Will this young girl from District 4 lose her life or will she triumph over tributes much older? Cover by @pxtronum