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Text copyright ©️ 2026. All Rights Reserved by hafsyxx ❦ SOMETHING LIKE FOREVER ❦ Book 1 of The Something Series From the very first day Hauwa Musa stepped into the palace, she gave herself rules to survive by. She would stay out of trouble, avoid the royals completely, and never allow herself become part of palace problems. But almost all those rules begin to break after she unexpectedly catches the attention of not one, but two princes. Hauwa Musa may look quiet and calm, but only Allah truly knows what she has endured long before she ever entered the palace walls. Yerima Malik is calm, disciplined, and feared for his controlled nature. A prince who never cared about the throne or the endless politics surrounding it until Hauwa's presence begins to unsettle him in ways he cannot explain, mostly because she reminds him too much of his late fiancée. Determined to keep her close, Yerima Malik publicly announces his intention to marry her, making the entire palace believe he has fallen in love with a maid. But the truth is far more complicated than that because, at first, he only wanted her near him because of the resemblance she shares with the woman he once loved. Somehow, in the middle of it all, Yerima Malik also begins showing interest in the throne he once rejected completely. Now Hauwa finds herself trapped in a dangerous palace world filled with jealousy, secrets, betrayals, hidden enemies, and power struggles far beyond her imagination. But what happens when long-buried secrets begin revealing themselves one after another? And what happens when Hauwa realizes the love she believed in may have started as nothing more than an act? Follow the journey of two people who are not even certain they were meant for Something Like Forever. ...Prince X Maid Highest Ranked: 🥉3 in #forbiddenlove on 14/05/26

Just ordinary stories and poems.

An inspiring poem about farewell.

"The kindest of hearts are the ones who suffer the most because they never find peace knowing that those around them are broken... " -Sometimes, you just need to destroy things to build them back again, he said. -I don't destroy ,it's not in my nature, I only build, when something is broken I fix it ,i don't break it even more,that's how I am; she answered with tears burning her eyes. -No one is as good as you.Unfortunately for you,no one takes time to appreciate your heart,you need to get over it,this is a cruel world Athena; And without another word ,he left the room leaving her facing another wave of loneliness on her own. The story is mine, don't take it or post it anywhere else without my consent! Thank you for understanding ,enjoy xo

Times in life when we're unsure to love or not to, thinking we will be heart broken but still falling for them reflecting upon our decisions and getting over them and starting to live life as it should be lived, Starting to think we're not compatible, self doubt and so on ... All summed up for the good of oneself

I love him. He loves her. The end.

Love is Red, like the roses. Blue, like the sky. White, like the moon. And has no boundaries. It has no forms. Love cannot be measured, neither can it be subdued. Love doesn't know 'time' or 'place'. It just happens. Be it alive, or dead. Be it wise, or evil. Be it true, or lustful. Love breathes through the cage of all ghosts. Discover, The Ghost of Love.

Even now, years later, grief does not ask permission before it returns. Some days, the world still wears a grey veil. Her name was Maria. And she was loved beyond words.

I woke up at four a.m., chest hollow, trembling under a weight I didn't know I carried. My body shook before my mind could catch up. My mouth trembled. My hands shook. I couldn't speak. My mom was there in my dream. I put my hand on her chest, and she started crying. I wasn't crying. Words stuck in my throat. My brother, still alive, golden eyes shining, halfway drunk, chaos in his stance. I told him, "Calm down. He's returning. You need to collect yourself." My words barely landed. The world outside pressed in. Patterns I've known my whole life. My brother drinking alone, predictable but terrifying. My sister warning me, "Don't speak out loud," hands moving, trying to calm, trying to soothe. I trembled inside, tried to warn her, but my mouth refused. Chaos pressed in. Gunshots of tension shaking my chest. I turned to my mom again, trying to tell her the truth I had seen. My mouth would not obey. Her tears poured before mine could start. My hands shook over her chest. I woke up. I wanted to drive, beep my horn, signal clarity-but the horn didn't work. The tension lingered. The weight of what I had seen pressed heavy, unrelenting. Four a.m. The world quiet, sleeping, unaware, but my heart wide awake, pounding, trembling, alert. Some truths arrive before words exist. Some messages hit your bones before they can be spoken. Trembling truths at four a.m.-unfiltered, raw, heavy, undeniable.

DUSKY COMFORT IS ABOUT WHEN A PERSON IS LOOKING FOR COMFORT BUT WHEN HE/SHE GETS IT, THEY STILL FEEL UNSATISFIED. WHY?

The Whispers of Goodbye Between the Heartbeat and the Healing" is more than just poetry-it's the unraveling of a love that still lingers in every breath, every empty space, every beat of a heart trying to mend. It's the story of wanting, of losing, of searching for closure in the echoes of someone who may never return. These pages bleed longing and abandonment, the desperate ache of an anxious heart tied to someone who let go. It's about grief carved into time, about love that never truly fades, and the slow, painful process of rebuilding from the ruins. If you've ever loved someone so deeply that their absence still whispers through your soul-this is for you

poetry and things that seems poetic (all things come from my thoughts, feelings, and memories)

A voice shaped by quiet resilience and unspoken strength. This piece reflects the journey of someone who gave light to others until she realized her own fire was never meant for approval, but for self-worth. It speaks of emotional endurance, hidden battles, and the silent cost of always being "the strong one." "Burn For Yourself" is not just a poem-it's a transformation. From seeking validation to embracing identity, from exhaustion to self-possession. It captures the moment a person stops performing for the world and starts existing for themselves. Raw, introspective, and empowering-this is a reminder that even the brightest flames deserve to burn on their own terms.

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A collection of unsaid thoughts of a heavy heart. *Proses*Poems* Author: AC Ramos (sayonara_chinji)

Started: July 1st, 2020. Published: July 22nd, 2020. Finished:

Confused

Here we go...

In morning how many of you sleep again, just to complete the dream Maybe all of you. Have you ever give thoughts to it that why you likely to live dream all over again. Let's go through my dreamy life and watch movie through a words.