Liturature Stories

"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.

Detrás de cada ventana existe una historia. Alguien ama. Alguien recuerda. Alguien espera. Alguien está aprendiendo a dejar ir. Y alguien, en silencio, está intentando volver a encontrarse. Este libro reúne pequeñas historias sobre el amor, las pérdidas, la familia, los sueños, la soledad y todas esas batallas que vivimos sin que nadie las vea. Entre ellas está la historia de una chica que amó con toda el alma. Una historia sin nombres, sin explicaciones y sin necesidad de contar quién fue él. Porque algunas historias no necesitan nombres para sentirse propias. Quizá, al mirar a través de estas páginas, encuentres una ventana que se parezca a la tuya. Porque todos llevamos una historia detrás de nosotros.

❝𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤❞ He writes songs that make millions feel butterflies . But when it comes to her, he can't write a damn thing that doesn't hurt. She is used to being a footnote, he is used to being the headline. Clara Bell was the quiet overachiever - the girl who hid behind perfect grades and classic books. Alex Turner was noise incarnate - chaos,spotlight and the rockstar everyone wanted a piece of. She only meant to work part-time at a library. He only meant to escape the chaos for a while. She never planned to be his muse. He never planned to be her downfall. Neither meant to find home in the wrong person. But now they're tangled in a story that sounds a lot like a love song - and hurts twice as much. Because some love stories aren't made for the spotlight. They are made to wreck you.

E se o amor verdadeiro encontrasse um jeito de acontecer, não importa o lugar ou a circunstância? ​Esta coletânea reúne contos delicados e emocionantes sobre encontros inesperados, paixões silenciosas e a certeza de que certas almas simplesmente se reconhecem. Em cada página, uma nova história de amor que prova que, em algum lugar deste mundo, duas pessoas sempre estarão destinadas a se encontrar.

Poemas encontrados en el cuaderno secreto de mi madre. Los poemas muestran a una mujer que amaba, que sufría, que anhelaba y que vivió pasiones o dolores que probablemente no pudo expresar abiertamente en su época o circunstancia. A veces nos cuesta recordar que nuestros padres tuvieron una vida entera, con dilemas, dolores y amores, más allá de su rol de criarnos. Lo que ella escribió en ese cuaderno no quita el amor que tuvo por mi, ni el papel que jugó en mi vida. Es la huella de su propia historia personal y emocional. En memoria de mi amada madre Liliana Isabel "Mamá".

Regulus Black was a tragic footnote in the original tale - the Black family's "good son," and one of Voldemort's earliest victims. But in 1961, he opens his eyes again... and something inside him is different. With the iron shackles of a pure blood house around his neck, Voldemort's shadow rising across Britain, and a future that ends in death already written for him, Regulus does the one thing no one expects: He looks up at the stars. Magic is power that bends reality. So why do wizards waste it on petty power struggles? Why has a thousand year old magical civilization never once tried to leave Earth? If Muggles can reach for the heavens with steel and fire... what excuse do wizards have? Lily: "He's a different kind of Slytherin." Snape: "No. He's a standard Slytherin - and a dangerous one." Malfoy: "So... there's more than one choice." Sirius: "My brother's a pure blood fanatic!" Voldemort: "That Black... his talent is captivating. He will be made useful." Dumbledore: "Some dreams are greater than war - and far more fragile. Should I stop him... or help him?" Grindelwald: "Black... perhaps you're right. But it won't be easy." Regulus offers only one answer: "My journey is to the stars. I want no obstacles in my path."

the human mind itself is an entropy within its own right, yet we boldly assume the uniformity of thought to affirm an idea of a fantasised harmony blanketing the chaos within

A young man who has spent years postponing his life finally leaves home without knowing where he is going or whether he intends to return. What begins as an escape slowly becomes a journey through unfamiliar places and the lives of ordinary people he meets along the way. Their stories begin to change the way he sees failure, faith, loneliness, love, purpose, and himself. But the further he travels into other people's lives, the harder it becomes to understand what he was actually running from. The Lives I Borrowed is a story about losing your own direction and, somewhere along the way, finding pieces of yourself in people you were never meant to meet.

Élise de Villiers has spent seventeen years sheltered behind the walls of her château, knowing little of the unrest threatening to tear the country apart. Then Lucien Moreau arrives. A young literature teacher with revolutionary ideas, Lucien treats Élise not as the daughter of a countess, but as an equal. As he introduces her to the world beyond her gilded life, an unlikely friendship blossoms, and something deeper begins to take its place. But revolution is no longer just an idea. When violence reaches Élise's home, Lucien betrays the cause he believes in to rescue the girl who has come to mean more to him than he ever expected. Later, they meet again, only to find their love impossible once more, but for different reasons. Can Lucien and Élise finally choose each other, or will the past destroy them before they ever reach their Elysium? *Inspired loosely by Cosette and Marius' love story from Les Miserables and by The Count of Monte Cristo *A bittersweet coming-of-age love story *If you like old-fashioned historical romances, this is for you! *Includes illustrations (disclaimer: illustrations are made with AI)

This compilation presents a range of Aryan's contemplations, introspections, viewpoints, and accounts of daily experiences. It additionally encompasses selected poems and other literary pieces.

Marcus is a 3rd-year architecture student who loves order, plans, and doing everything the right way. Always find himself on numbers and blueprints. On the other field of passion. One is... Julian a sophomore literature student who enjoys reading books, writing, follows his heart, and sees beauty in the little things. He was a student assistant inside on a vast cementery of books. They are complete opposites, yet life keeps bringing them together in the most unexpected ways. As they spend more time together, their differences slowly turn into understanding. Will they stay as strangers who always clash, or will they find something neither of them was looking for? A heartwarming slow-burn college romance about love, growth, and finding the right person when you least expect it. "Enjoy po kayo sa pagbabasa"

My personal collection of poems and short stories.

Every writer carries shadows between their lines. Most give only glimpses of their lives, but Tiffany Guevarra loves sharing her struggles in every page she writes. It began when she felt compelled to write the ideal tale that would enthral everyone. She did not mind doing anything, including recklessly giving herself to someone, as she experimented with every word and situation to write. But regret soon followed. She burned her draft and decided not to share it. Not until she met Sylvester James Walter. She loves speaking to the ocean, so his blue ocean eyes made her speak about her unspoken story. Soon, he too revealed his own hidden wounds. From then on, her pen moved differently. No longer just her battles, but his as well began to bleed into her pages. Yet not every story is meant to be read aloud. Especially the real-life stories disguised in fiction.

Poetry or whatever Tw

These are poems I created in my head. They are about real events. They are words or anything I don't say out loud. Trigger warnings include: mention of depression mention of anxiety mention of suicide mention of bullying mention of ableism mention of abuse (sexual, verbal, emotional, etc) and trauma mention of panic attacks if you're uncomfortable with any of these, please read something else for the sake of your mental health and safety. Because I want to say that...you're not alone. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment and vote, no pressure. Please don't steal my poems and certainly don't put them through AI. These poems are created by me. PUBLISHED DATE: 11th March 2026

"𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." Trapped in the haunted Blackwood Manor after a dare goes wrong, bitter rivals Rowan and Khalil must unite when they awaken an entity that hunts by impersonating their closest friends. As they work together to spot the creature's subtle disguises and survive its mind games, their mutual hatred gradually transforms into desire, forcing them to learn to trust each other before the spirit takes the form of the one person they can't resist.

Hay personas a las que la vida las obliga a crecer y a hacer más de lo que les tocaba. Hay personas que cargan con una mochila en la espalda durante años sin quejarse, porque lo hacen por amor. Y hay personas que viven una vida llena de injusticias que uno se pregunta: ¿Por qué? ¿Qué está pagando? ¿Qué necesitaba aprender a tan corta edad? Y esas personas, rara vez, encuentran a alguien que les permite dar todo eso que ellos no vivieron. Esta es la historia de Elder, de esa persona que nunca decidió dejar de ser niño. Nadie le preguntó qué quería, pero la vida le arrebató muchas etapas. Esta historia la escribo yo, porque él no pudo hacerlo.

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Contains self written poems. Vote if u like any of the poems. The poems are on different themes mostly including deep thinking and soul refreshing and encouraging ones. Hope you all will love them. Thankyou!

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.