Literature Stories

𝑾𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. Parthvi never chose this for herself but she became the price for a crime she never committed. Rana Rudra Adhiraj Raisinghania is cold, powerful but and broken by the past and wants only one thing, payback. He is meant to be her punishment and she is meant to pay. But when does anything go according to your plan when god has one of his own and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight inside ourselves. But they are not fighting a battle, they carry the whole damn war inside themselves.

Six friends. Too many feelings. And love that never follows the right direction. When they learns that love unfolds in stages, she starts observing her own-unaware that every sign points to the one person she was never meant to fall for. As friendships blur, hearts break quietly, and jealousy creeps in. The Stages of Love becomes a story of realising love always finds its way in lives. ©All rights reserved

Kashi Sharma has exactly three goals in life: raise her twelve-year-old brother, keep her job and survive each day without forgetting anything important. Unfortunately, she's failing at the last one. Between missed alarms, school projects, overflowing inboxes and a brother who remembers deadlines at the worst possible moment, Kashi's life is already chaotic enough. The last thing she needs is another problem. Then Arth Singhania arrives. As India's most powerful Kingmaker, Arth is the man politicians trust, billionaires listen to and entire industries fear disappointing. He is disciplined, controlled and always ten steps ahead of everyone else. For years, he has run empires from behind closed doors. Now he's moving his operations to Mumbai and somehow, out of hundreds of employees, Kashi Sharma ends up becoming his assistant. Arth likes order, Kashi attracts chaos. He plans everything, she survives one crisis at a time. Working together should be impossible. Falling for each other should be worse. But when late nights, impossible deadlines, and shared flights begin turning into something more, both of them discover that the biggest problem in their lives might just be each other. And neither of them knows how to solve it.

"You know... We really are a fine line, you and I." "How so?" he asks softly. I shrug, staring at where our hands almost meet. "Because... we exist in all the spaces in between. There's a fine line between us being friends and being lovers, and a thin, terrifying line between us staying together or becoming strangers. There's a fine line between our world and the rest of the public, between the sun and the moon, between accepting the things that hurt us and turning them into something real... there are so many lines we stand between, Harry. But... I think that's what makes us who we are. Because there is no line for me to walk at all, if you aren't on the other side of it." ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ This is the story of two people helping each other grow. For Harry Styles, it's about figuring out who he is after leaving the world's biggest boy band. For Laudine Russell, it's about turning her love for photography into a reality by stepping behind the lens for him. Through music and photographs, they navigate the bittersweet journey of achieving their dreams, together. PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE & TRIGGER WARNINGS.

" ඉතිං ප්‍රේමය එහෙමලු !! " හිතේ තියෙද්දි නිකන්ම හැඟීම් වුණාට සටහන්වලට හැරෙව්වම ඒවා මතක, කවි, කතන්දර, සමහරවිට පුරාවෘත වෙනවා කියලා කවුදෝ, කාටදෝ කියනවා ඇහුණු නිසා.....

Pedro no esperaba ningún mensaje. Estaba solo, con la luz apagada y el teléfono boca abajo sobre la mesa, cuando una guitarra empezó a sonar desde alguna ventana del edificio de enfrente. No era una canción bien tocada. Había una cuerda desafinada, pausas torpes y una voz joven que parecía cantar solo para una persona. Pero precisamente por eso dolía. Porque a veces no nos rompe lo que perdimos, sino descubrir que otros todavía se atreven a decirlo. La canción de otro es un relato gráfico sobre la noche, la memoria, el amor que ya no llama y esa obstinación absurda de seguir creyendo que, en algún lugar, todavía existe ella.

Este livro carrega em seu título uma herança profundamente significativa. Meu pai, em sua sabedoria silenciosa, tinha um livro chamado 'Malhamores de Vidámores'. Quando o descobri após sua partida, compreendi não apenas de onde vinha minha veia poética, mas também que tinha uma missão: garantir que o 'Malhamores' não terminasse ali. 'Os Cânticos de Malhamores e Martírios' é mais do que meu primeiro livro de contos - é uma continuação no tempo. É a semente que meu pai plantou sem saber, florescendo em uma nova geração. É minha forma de honrar seu legado secreto e, ao mesmo tempo, lançar sementes para que meus próprios filhos e netos possam um dia dar continuidade a esta corrente de amor pelas palavras. Aqui, entre histórias que falam de raízes africanas, amores que doem e alegrias que curam, Dou continuidade com o legado do meu pai. Que esta chama nunca se apague, passando de geração em geração.

pues eso

Samuel no dejó de creer en Dios Eso habría sido más fácil. Desde que Lucía murió, su vida continúa por costumbre: el trabajo, la casa, las cuentas, la terapia, los silencios y un pájaro terco que sigue tocando la ventana como si todavía esperara encontrarla allí. Entonces Samuel encuentra una vieja carpeta de Lucía: notas escritas a mano, recibos, bromas pequeñas, un viaje a Tierra Santa que ella soñaba hacer con él y una carta dirigida a Dios que nunca llegó a su destino. Sin saber si viaja por amor, por culpa, por rabia o por despedida, Samuel decide tomar el viaje que Lucía no pudo terminar. Pero Tierra Santa no le ofrece respuestas fáciles. Le ofrece personas. Momentos pequeños. Recuerdos que duelen. Preguntas que preferiría no hacerse. "Dios no contestó" es una novela sobre el amor después de la pérdida, la fe después del enojo, y esa forma silenciosa en que algunas personas siguen salvándonos incluso cuando ya no están.

Poetry

A speaker wrestles with longing, grief, and thwarted devotion. Night, rain, and burning waves mirror an ageless heart consumed by passion and sorrow. Questions of worth and purpose arise-a humble steed seeking redemption, a maestro fearing the loss of his song and belonging, a woman bound by a path shaped by stolen prayer. An unsung hero, wordless with rage, is lost between life and death, propelled only by the hard "steel" counsel of his father-now entombed-that both burdens and guides him. Overall, it's a meditation on love, loss, and the struggle to find meaning under the weight of fate and memory.

Poem Description: "The Resident Guest" Author: Hamzah Abdul Azis "The Resident Guest" is a contemporary metaphysical lyric poem that explores the delicate, temporary partnership between the human soul and the physical body. Written as a valediction (a formal farewell), the poem captures the exact threshold of departure, framing the end of life not as a tragic loss, but as a peaceful, grateful eviction.

"My mother told me that if I was still living under her roof at twenty-eight, she would throw me out on the street. What she didn't know was that I wanted to tell her something right then. If I reached twenty-eight with nothing, in her house, under her roof... I would end it all. I would surrender my soul to ten thousand years of suffering in hell. A sinner's fate." Content Warning: This story is a mature and deeply psychological drama set in Nigeria. It deals with heavy themes, including intense domestic punishment, toxic family dynamics, sexual trauma, and thoughts of self-harm. Reader discretion is advised.

Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, I discovered there were rules nobody had bothered to explain. Not the important ones. The invisible ones. The ones people carry quietly until they suddenly decide they apply to you. This collection isn't about coming out. It's about growing up on a small island, accidentally being different, and discovering that other people seemed far more confused by it than I ever was. A series of poems about observation, contradiction, judgment, identity, and the strange realization that the world rarely ends when people insist it will. Mostly, it's about continuing to exist while everyone else treats your existence like breaking news.

In 1978, following the Maraş Massacre, Feyyaz Ali Kızılbaş returns to Istanbul. However, certain events there continue to haunt him. In this series of events, he meets Hayat, who will become his friend, and Neriman, who will become his enemy.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲. A poetic sanctuary where contradictions find harmony-a delicate interplay of sorrow and joy, chaos and stillness. Each verse is a whisper in the quiet dome, a gentle unraveling of emotions that exist in paradox. It is a refuge for the restless, a solace for those who find peace unsettling and turbulence oddly comforting. Through intricate words, we explore the profound beauty of a mind both burdened and freed, embracing the weight of existence with a tranquil heart. In these pages, we feel not just an absence of turmoil but a delicate balance between feeling everything and nothing at all. Works that describe a sad soul-filled with joy. Pieces that evoke a joyous spirit-drowned in sorrow. A collection for the disturbed in peace. 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧.

This mini-book is a fun but critical look at self-publishing culture, from toxic mafia billionaires and viral BookTok trends to the sudden wave of AI-generated books. We entered the system to figure out a major paradox: do these platforms give us ultimate creative freedom, or are their algorithms just forcing us to read the exact same predictable stories over and over? Project by Anne Arruti, Agata Cahova, Julene López, Noor van Oirschot.

this will be a compilation of all of the pieces that i wrote. for memories sake.

A collection of original poems, prose, and personal reflections. [Tagalog-English]

This poem book is about the media I loved so much and the characters too. They're not perfect so...I may edit them too later. These poems belong to me, don't use them without permission and don't use them for Ai. The characters don't belong to me, they belong to their respective authors. The characters and the webtoon, Lalin's Curse all belong to Isabel Terol Martinez (or Isakytm) please go and support her. However the cover is created by me, i created the collage of David Garcia Martinez but David himself belongs to Isabel Terol Martinez since he's her character. Pokémon belong to Game Freak. Genshin Impact belongs to Hoyoverse/Mohoyo. Kid Icarus belongs to Sora and Sakurai Lalin's Curse belongs to Isabel Terol Martinez Thanks for reading. Published: 3rd June 2026