Hidden-truth Stories

It was a merciless, grim world, imbued with macabre elements. It was a cathartic, primal world, vibrant with life. The souls wandering in the Zone knew the depravity of these places. Yet, their silhouettes tirelessly roamed them. Lost or in search, found or sought, each seemed to relish the wanderings it offered: mercenaries, settlers, brigands; solitary, united, believers. All found their fulfillment, for good reason. Thus, as you can well imagine, amidst the multitude of Zonians, many stories deserved to be told. But the one I am about to unveil to you, my friends, I assure you, is usually kept silent. Translation from French, please excuse any spelling errors.

Aarav finds a notebook that predicts dangerous events before they happen. At first, it feels like a joke. Until it comes true. Now his own name is written inside it. With a date that's coming closer. This isn't a prediction. It's a game.

Maine has always been a strange girl. Instead of learning to cook and sow like the other girls in the orphanage, she taught herself to hunt, track, and set traps. The only thing Maine has from her father is a simple hunting knife, which she keeps sheathed in her belt. Maine is known thought her home town of Stonebrook by her fiery red hair and cool blue eyes. She's beat almost every boy in town at hand-to-hand combat and archery. Maine stands at the height of 5"4 and is lightweight. Even though she may not look like it, but she can stand her ground in a fight. Instead of spending the days in the city, she wakes up at the first dawn's light and spends all day in the woods. She refused to wear dresses and skirts. She preferred to stay in the woods instead of around people. The woods was more of a home to her than the orphanage. But she is more than she has been taught to be. Maine is destined to be something great. "Please do not see me as some little girl who needs saving from dragons. My dragons are what is keeping me alive, keeping me fighting. I will not slay my dragons, I will ride them."

Every click, message, purchase, and movement feeds an invisible system of observation and control. Governments track us in the name of security. Corporations profile us in pursuit of profit. Artificial intelligence learns our habits, emotions, and weaknesses - and quietly decides what we see, think, and believe. This is not a call to paranoia. It is a call to attention. Because the walls of the Box are not made of steel or stone - they are built from data, compliance, and silence.

Hayaat Khan,A kind selfless fun loving Delhi girl whose life has changed after an accident , in which she lost every thing , every person she loved ,every moral that she believed in. She lost the hope to be the same person she was . But then she mat Aryan Malik who was completely opposite to her , mean ,rude ,selfish and rich as hell . Hayaat came to know that Aryan was her culprit. And in fire of revange she fell for him. Read khamiya to know , Will they burn in this fire or they burn the fire?

What if being reunited means harm? On-going.