Manhood Stories

I sat behind him on his motorcycle. At that moment, all I wanted was to hold him in my arms and absorb every bit of his pain. He acted as if nothing had happened and drove in silence. I slowly started moving my hands towards his body, and suddenly, my control snapped and the pent-up feelings burst free. I gripped his back, my face burried into his shoulder as the sobs tore loose from my chest. He froze for a second, then gently tapped on my fingers wrapped around his waist, and went back to driving without saying a word. Author's note: Hey! This is the first part of a three-part series. This is going to be a slowburn love story, so buckle up. AND DISCLAIMER REMEMBER THERE IS OTHER PARTS TO THIS 🫣 ... Thank you for reading 🌸🥺 ~ I don't own the pictures used in this story ~emi

Hua Hai tujhe jo bhi jo bhi Mujhe bhi iss baar hua Haa mana maine mana mana Hua mujhe bhi pyaar Hua Tera hone laga hoon khone Laga hoon jab se mila hoon..🌸✨️ _______________________________________ Blossom of True Love She believes love is a distraction. He doesn't believe in love at all. But fate has its own plans. Isha Mehta is a quiet storm-disciplined, focused, and dancing her way through life with dreams too big to risk. A topper, a thinker, an overachiever who hides her insecurities behind calm eyes and carefully drawn boundaries. Ahaan Oberoi is her opposite in every way-extroverted, athletic, effortlessly charming. A boy who lives for the game, not grades... except in math, where brilliance flows as naturally as his basketball shots. Love? Not interested. They were never meant to cross paths. But sometimes, the heart has a rhythm no one sees coming. In hallways, glances become questions. In silences, feelings bloom. And in between dreams and distractions, something unexpected starts to grow. This is a story of slow glances, silent growth, and the quiet magic of first love-raw, real, and beautifully unfinished.

Niharika was the girl her father abandoned. Nishitha is the queen he must now kneel before. 🖤 CROWN OF VENGEANCE At fifteen, Princess Nishitha was not given a choice. She was traded away by her own father-the king who had never wanted her-as though she were nothing more than a bargaining piece. For five years, she disappeared from the kingdom that had despised her. Five years of pain. Five years of darkness. Five years that turned a young girl into someone the world would never recognize. At eighteen, Nishitha killed the man who had held her captive. And with his death, his kingdom became hers. For the next two years, she ruled Vardhaan from the shadows, building an empire around a secret no one knew. Until the man who had destroyed her childhood arrives at her gates. Her father. He comes not to find his daughter, but to negotiate with the mysterious Queen of Vardhaan. He wants her help killing his greatest rival. He offers her half his kingdom in return. He doesn't know the woman sitting on the throne is the daughter he once sold. But Nishitha knows exactly who he is. And this time, she is not the helpless fifteen-year-old girl standing before her father's cruelty. She is the Queen. He came seeking an alliance. He is about to face his past. Because some daughters inherit their father's crown. Nishitha inherited his vengeance.

Kenta is certain of three things: 1) he does not fit heteronormative ideals 2) he is ready to find a partner 3) his crush might not like his moves. Johan is uncertain of three things: 1) if he will ever reveal his true self to the world 2) if he will ever feel belong 3) if he will be able to react accordingly if that one guy who has been making advances on him pushes it further. When the two finally cross paths their sophomore year of university, what types of lessons will they learn? The feelings are mutual, but can they survive? --- This collection of poems is intended as a spin-off or a companion book to "Looking for Hope" but can also be a stand-alone work. Cover art credits: @OmeletteDanish --- A relationship Untamed raw feelings unleashed Blooming in silence A young adult writes Yet constrained by rigid rules Three lines per stanza Erratic musings Make up a whole creation A full narrative It's a chronicle Of tears and laughter so real In dusty pages

Trey thought he was a Christian. He believed God loved him. He believed he loved God. But he also loved women, and somewhere along the way, he stopped asking whether the life he was living reflected the faith he claimed. What happens when someone asks you, "Aren't you a Christian?"...and you're not sure how to answer anymore? What happens when one ordinary day forces you to question your choices, your manhood, your identity, and the direction of your life? Aren't You a Christian? is the story of a young man whose life changed in a single moment, sending him on a journey that would forever change the way he understood faith, grace, and what it truly means to follow Christ.

Ayaan and umaima come from two vastly different worlds-she is a enthusiastic , faith-driven girl from a traditional household, while he is a carefree, modern-minded politician who has never thought about marriage seriously. When their families arrange their Nikah, neither is truly ready, but under family pressure, they both utter the words: "Qabool Hai." Join the story of Ayaan and umaima to see how they navigate through this huge turn in their life

They finished...too much.

Full disclosure... I wrote this story years ago during the 1980s when still in college. It started as a class journaling project. As disclosed in the story, the writing was motivated when I attended Kim's wedding, the friend from the story who was Vickie's college roommate and, to this day, her lifelong friend since grade school. There were recent tweaks made to the content, near its end, that were [a]rtificially [i]nfluenced in the style of one of my favorite authors, Sam Shepard. In general, the story is about those moments in life that shape us and is a journey through young love. Enjoy-

Poems from yesterday. Written from when the house is asleep and my mind is at rest. Poems about what I'm feeling some are good. I'll try to do more and consistent even if not many people read them.

Poetry is essential for the arabs. Back then in the arabian peninsula, kings used to have a poet or a writer that writes for the king describing his strength and majesty. Also, those poets wrote poems against the enemies of their king. Lovers would also exchange poems back then. Today, poetry is still important in arabia, but its not as essential as it was before. In this book i will be writing English poetry with an Arabian background.

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A suicide survivor lives alone in his house with over a 100 dogs as his family. What things lie in his tragic past to have made him so antisocial ? Find out as a journalist interviews him about his past , revealing a story of fighting depression, self-love and love and care towards other living beings.

Let them whisper. Let them call him cold, arrogant, or a total bore. Let them assume he's married to his career. I just smile and take another sip of my drink-because I'm the only one who knows exactly what happens when that 'professional' persona hits the floor along with his pants.