Historias de Grandeur

NOTE: This fanfiction has references of mild language, gore, and violence. It is recommended readers of age 14+ can read this story. This story is completely fanmade, and is not to be mixed with any canon works. It does not involve Geronimo or Thea Stilton, and was said to take place in a distant, yet forgotten past. In the Kingdom of Fantasy, a powerful Kingdom known as the Bright Empire was at peace, for only so long. Mel and Melissa, the two legendary Wizards of Light, knew that a great evil was on the prowl. It is threatening as many Kingdoms it could seek; to either surrender, or to die. The Wizards also learned that the threat was their missing, but youngest brother, who had decided to have control over the other Kingdoms. Will Mel forgive and SPARE his brother, or will he watch the darkness ERASE everything he loved? Mel, Melissa, and the Kingdom of Fantasy belong to Elizabetta Dami, author of the Geronimo Stilton series. Any fan-made characters, places, or interpretations in this fanfic belong to me.

I thought as I walked into a bus. It was when I first met her, it was rainy. A surreal day just like today, maybe not like today. But what happened was still the same. She was dead and she was dead. I laughed to myself, it was a silent tribute to one of her joke I finally got. I kept thinking as I got on to the bus, why do I still feel nothing? Her education to me about mortality, the world, life, self, time and mostly the manifests of reality, it is all real. Then why do I feel nothing? Maybe I had only spent a short month with her, is that it? It was a short month.......Or was it a year? I got everything she was talking about. She even acknowledged it, granted, there were some days that are blurry. When she was drawing Napoleon, on that 2 days was when I didn't go. We simply talked on the phone, didn't remember much of it. Well, I guess I am a superficial asshole, after all, I wouldn't have noticed her if it wasn't for her look. Questions filled my head. The last one was probably the one that will make any normal people to start questioning their sanity. It was definitely a month, a month had passed. I look at the date, May 1st, died on her birthday. When I came to, I realized I have yet again day-dreamed my way to the hospital. I stood there. Still and trying my best to figure out why I came here, I should be back at my dorm. Yet here I stood, it was here when I first met her. It was a month ago, her brazen black hair with beautiful shades of gray around the surface, her luminescent green eyes, and now. It was all gone, she was dead. I kept walking by the hospital. Reminding me of the first few days I met her.

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*This story is based on real life incidents, all the names and scenes are real* The first Book of the series ' GREED & VENGEANCE ~ A Life Inside The Sagar Dynasty' In the heart of Old Delhi, where the scent of molten metal and ambition fills the air, Yadram Puranchand rises from poverty to become the most powerful industrialist of his time. Founder of Yadram Puranchand Delhi (YDP), he builds an empire of steel, repairing WWII rifles, coating iron sheets, and manufacturing utensils that fuel the city's economy. Feared and respected, he turns down fortune to stand by his brothers, dreaming of expanding his legacy to Bombay. But power breeds enemies, and loyalty is a fragile thread. As shadows gather around him, whispers of deceit and betrayal threaten to unravel everything he has built. This is the story of a man who defied destiny, forged an empire with his own hands, and faced the greatest battle-not against rivals, but against the very people he trusted most.

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⟪ Enemies to Lovers edition ⟫ ❤ ❝𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 ❞ ┏━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━━ Princess Glory who hates Nightwings for the rest of her life swears she'll never love them. After the mysterious death of Queen Grandeur, her only heir Princess Glory takes the throne. Ironically, the new Queen unfortunately stumbles upon a smug face Nightwing bodyguard with her exact attitude. She'd never met someone with her personality, she hated it. She hates him. She hates him and his whole tribe. She hates how he's able to use his smooth charm and at the same time getting under her skin like no other. Worst of all she hates how he makes her feels towards him. Hired by her brother, Deathbringer only wants to get his mission over with as soon as possible. Unlike the other targets, Glory seems to be different than the others but not in a good way. He was taught to never speak nor make contact with his targets, he never understood why he hated Rainwings so much until now. No matter what, he still hates her and her people. He never met someone with an attitude as bad as his. Carelessly he begins to lose interest in his mission and begins to find out who this Glory really is. Every then and now he always felt something, just something tugging his stupid heart that makes it hurt so much, maybe he'll find the truth of it. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⌦But there's no secret to their hate for each other. He fell first, but he fell harder ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Story of hate, trust, love, and revenge. Status: 0.1% Written by my-vision-is-real Cover: Designed by me, but the credit of the image taken goes to the rightful owner