Intensity Stories

Niektóre dzieci dziedziczą majątki. Inne dziedziczą wojny. Olivier Addams i Lara Night znają się całe życie. Od zawsze byli po przeciwnych stronach. On - chłodny, precyzyjny, nie do złamania. Ona - nieprzewidywalna, błyskotliwa, nie do zatrzymania. Nie ufają sobie. Nie lubią się. Nie powinni być blisko. A jednak zawsze są. Bo niektóre walki nie kończą się zwycięstwem. Kończą się czymś znacznie gorszym. „Nie chcę cię znać." „Za późno." Tom drugi

Fear has frozen Zora. But her desperation to escape a past that nearly broke her is stronger than her fear. Desperate to find safety, Zora flees the city and heads for the rugged sanctuary of Ireland. She finds refuge in a bed-and-breakfast off the coast, owned by a bubbly woman named Mary, who welcomes her with open arms. Zora's goals remain the same: find peace and remain invisible. Zora hasn't taken Mary's son, Ciaran, into account. With flaming red hair and tattoos covering his skin, Ciaran is fire personified A brawler with iron in his fists and heat in his blood, he is a man of restless energy who doesn't know what to make of the skittish American woman staying under his mother's roof. She avoids making eye contact. The sound of his voice makes her flinch. She is a woman living in a permanent winter, and his usual intensity only seems to push her further into the cold. As Zora thaws slowly under Mary's kindness and the unexpected warmth of Ciaran's fierce, watchful gaze, she realizes this Irishman's fire isn't something to fear-it's a beacon. But when the shadows of her past finally come knocking on the door of the B&B, Zora will find out just how hot a brawler's fire can burn to protect his American.

What begins as a simple internship becomes a descent into obsession when Ruhi Shrivastava meets the most feared patient in the asylum-Shiv Kapoor, a psychotic murderer with a terrifyingly calm aura and an empire hidden behind steel and silence. Everyone warns her: He enjoys fear. He speaks in riddles. He sees more than he should. But Ruhi refuses to cower. And that makes her the one thing Shiv never expected- interesting. As she digs into his past, she discovers there are layers to him: the violence, the power, the men who visit him, the network he controls even from captivity. Something dark pulses beneath his calm façade-a truth no one has dared approach. Curiosity becomes her weakness. Shiv becomes her danger. And the asylum becomes a battlefield of wills, where one wrong step could cost her sanity... or her heart. for more follow the story.

The War of Blood and Ash Thame Vilasco , mafia heir of the Northern bratva. Riu devrell , mafia heir of the Southern. The rivalry between Thame Vilasco and Riu Devrell is not merely a conflict; it is a permanent atmospheric pressure over the city. It is a four-generational blood feud that has turned the streets into a chessboard where the pawns are lives and the kings are two young men who despise each other with a fervor that borders on religious. When they clash, the city doesn't just watch , it holds its breath. The Vilascos and the Devrells have been locked in a death spiral for nearly a century, and Thame and Riu are the deadliest iteration of that cycle. What happens when they get obsessed with eachother and realise that this rivalry has turned into a possession? Will the circumstances seperate them or will they fight their way together?

This is a story of Bhairavi A Mafia queen Excellent in all field But unfortunately she betrayed by her own friend She died but her soul teleport in ancient time A 16 year princess body While she is immature girl She never go outside from its palace How Mafia queen survive in the world ..........

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.

She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.

Tina Willow is on her way to her 18th birthday and is already a Master mind. She had almost every girl wanting to be her and every boy lusting over her but only seek the rich ones and uses them for money and assets then leave their dumb asses after. Is there true love out there for this young wild teen?

Renee Maclin is finally falling in love again the only problem is she is getting attracted towards more than one man..She is an expert in making cakes and soon starting to open her own chain of Larme "Pastries and cakes" The events occuring in her life will change her own self and her simple way of living..In the end she'll fall for the right man for her and thus her Love story "Finally In Love Again" shall be completed

What happens when Rachel moves school and finds out that the person who she is sitting next to for the whole term is the schools bad boy. But is he really bad and will Rachel fall for his good looks? What will she do when she finds out the truth about his life? If you would like to read this book, please add it to your library and wait until I change the title of the book back to normal. It will be very confusing if you were to read it from start to end at the moment, as I am doing major editing and nothing would really make sense. But please bare with me and be patient, I promise it won't be long!

Be careful who you trust; the devil was once an angel.

Anyways, this is the story of two friends, who always gets in trouble, and for some reason, the other one wants to beat the crap out of everyone. Did I mention that they also 'study' in the worst school in Japan? The school had no name, no teachers, no staff. At least there's the Principal, you'll get to know him soon. The school is filled with delinquents, and it's just full of mayhem and chaos. So the school was often called Kaosu no gakkō (School of Chaos).

He sits on my bed like he belongs there. Like this is normal. Like I am not slowly coming apart. He does not need to touch me. He does not need to raise his voice. He only looks at me - and something inside me burns. This is not a ghost story. This is not a nightmare. This is what happens when something ancient decides to play. Feel free to let me know what you think.

Iris Bennett is a late bloomer... but this isn't about puberty. This is about the triangle between tattoos, Iris, and Wilde, all connected to the government and their tyranny over the system. Iris has yet to get her signature tattoo... to find out how she'll die. Meanwhile, Wilde has found a way to hide his from the World, and government. They meet in an entangled fantasy of betrayal, lost love, heartbreak, and hope- all for the goal of stopping the Government from controlling the people for the rest of eternity. But there are a few minor details they keep forgetting about... and a few plot twists that keep that goal from happening. Can Koda love her after everything he's been through? Can Iris forgive him for lying about it all? Can they work this out?

A poetry collection about the raw emotion that comes with growing up and the messages that we are given.

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