Herstory Stories

In the age of social media, isn't it funny how an accidental like can lead to so much more? Anne Boleyn and Catherine Parr were never meant to cross paths but sometimes fate (and a double-tap) forces them together. A modern-day college AU of what the six queens of Henry the VIII lives would have been like, focused on a queer relationship storyline between Anne Boleyn and Catherine Parr.

I was born for him - To be with him, to serve him, to love him. My eyes seek only his validation. My heart beats only for his name. My hands ache to touch only his presence. My feet move only in his direction. My body bends, curves, and surrenders - only under his gaze. They say, "Without devotion, love cannot survive. And without love, devotion cannot be attained." And my devotion for him is untouched, unwavering. My heart is filled with a love that belongs only to him - The one my eyes are forever searching for. As I tied the strings of my anklets-anklets that once chimed with devotion but would ring with destruction tonight-I wrapped myself in silk, coiled my hair, and adorned it with Kanakambaram flowers. But not with love this time. Tonight, they burn with fury. When the forces of destruction shook my city-our heaven, Srirangam-with the invasion of those others, I made a decision. A choice born not from fear but fire: to show them what real devotion is. The power of love. The might of the one who seeks nothing but gives everything. When the army of Delhi Sultanate neared the temple-our divine abode-I knew what to do. I knew no mortal hand driven by violence and greed would be allowed to touch him. To see him. They did not deserve the sight. Not even a glimpse. So tonight, my legs will move. My body will curve. My lips will sing. And my hands-my hands will kill. For those who believe they can rule, who think they can take what was never theirs-I will show them what a dance of destruction truly looks like. Every yuga, when man thinks he is god, my god rises to remind them who the real one is. But this time, he is not alone. He has me. I am Vellayi. The Devadasi of Srirangam. The one they call a living goddess. But to him... I am just his simple love. All my life, I have lived, breathed, and danced for only one. To me, he is everything. My Ranga. © Ival_Nidhi_Writes 2025 All rights reserved.

Natsumi Dragneel, a strong fire lightning dragon slayer mage...she's alone and cold...so here's her story

Rain Moore's story.❗ MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING❗ Contains mentions of suicide❗ Anyways, I wanted to get personal and this story helps with my mental health and if you read, you'll see its not so sad. I love you all and if you have suicidal thoughts please reach out to someone. Thanks.

Paisley was always ridiculed for the way she lived, so one day when she had enough, she left.

Kat's suicide story. Kat is a 12 year old young girl, she gets bullied at school everyday and abused by her father at home. Till the point.. her blood is as red as the bow in her hair.

When life takes advantage of you...read to see what to do...

this is two short poems based on many things that people may notice about the person that they find attractive, this maybe as a compliment to a friend or a deep passion towards their lover.

Stuff I've written and never finished..want to finish but haven't..

This is the story based on reality and fantasy , I hope the world will explore their lives in the pages I hope they relate

This is what she said...

This is about a south Asian women's story. The struggle she goes through and how she deals with it or maybe she doesn't and that's why she decided to write her emotions down.

Let's meet soon... xoxo Raine

" I see Jimin crying over me . I heard what the doctor said that I'll be leaving very soon. I wanted to live longer with Jimin , make more memories together ... I see our first child .. I just gave birth to a daughter. It was just a minute of happiness we shared . (30 minutes before) I was so happy I took my baby in my arms . " my daughter just looks like his father " I whispered to Jimin careful not to wake up my baby. "Mrs Y/N its not only your daughter ~~ its our daughter too. " I looked at Jimin who was pouting at me. " yes it's our daughter..." I happily cried.. " Jagiya ~ you did a wonderful job. Rest a bit the doctor has been wanting to talk to me " I watch as he leaves the room ..and I close my eyes.. _______________________________________ ( ITS MY FIRST FAN FIC.. SO.. IM VERYYYYYYY BAD AT THIS.. I JUST MADE A GLIMPSE OF THE ENDING.. AND.. I HOPE U ALL ENJOY.. IDK BOUT THE UPDATES THOUGH.. I'LL BE UPDATING FREQUENTLY AND.. U CAN HELP ME OUT MY MISTAKES.. BECAUSE I'M NOT GOOD AT ENGLISH. 😂😂😂😂.Strong power thank you )

Daughter of Firelight She was called too much... too loud, too soft, too fierce. But this is her becoming. This poetry collection is a journey through pain, healing, faith, and fierce rebirth. Each poem is a spark - for the girl who stayed strong through silence, for the one who rose even when it hurt. Written from trembling hands and a burning heart, these words are for the girl I was, and the woman I'm becoming. Read if you've ever felt unseen but kept glowing anyway.

Her only motive was to save her uncle Karna. Sacrificing food and water, she meditated for days trying her best to please Lord Shiva. Examining the vicious surroundings around her, it was a pretty difficult task for her. Will Lord Shiva come before his devotee?! Note: Please do read a short summary of the Indian epic Mahabharatha for better understanding.

In the vast country of Rystak, Luna Brikel is very different. Having been taught since she was eight years old that people with colored eyes are bad, she has a huge secret on her shoulders. Nine years later, Luna can't take the secrecy anymore. Armed with her bow and arrows, Luna disappears into the forest for a night to herself. Before long, Luna can't tell which way is which. Along her trek she meets an unusual group that is on the run from vortechs, the company that controls the world. Join Luna on this page turning adventure of finding your identity and what it really means to be different in a world of normality.

She goes to Hogwarts like many before her but she did not suspect this to happen. She writes her story in her journal tell the day she dies. What does it read?