Natural Stories

Novel Rating: 10/10 The saying "extreme joy begets sorrow" was likely coined for Lu Qingran. Just an hour ago, 28-year-old Lu Qingran had been promoted to manager of a department store. An hour later, she was in a car crash on her way home. When she woke up again, Lu Qingran was still Lu Qingran, but she had become the peasant girl Lu Qingran. Since she was here, she would make the best of it, Lu Qingran thought optimistically, but reality had other plans. The peasant girl, Lu Qingran, had lost her birth mother early. Her father remarried, and her stepmother, having given birth to two plump, healthy boys in three years, had become the family's hero, elevating her stepsister's status in the process. The stepsister had a marriage contract to a dirt-poor family. The stepsister refused to marry, making Lu Qingran the only suitable substitute bride. The young girl couldn't bear the thought, and when she woke up again, the soul within her was new. "I'll marry for you, but only if you sever all ties with me," the new Lu Qingran declared. "From now on, I will have nothing to do with any of you." The stepmother and stepsister couldn't have been happier. The in-laws were poor, true, but the father-in-law was honest and decent, the mother-in-law was sharp and capable, and the younger siblings were sweet. The family was harmonious. As for her cheap husband? Lu Qingran could only say that Heaven had been kind; she had actually encountered such a peerless good man. Then came the great drought from the heavens. Grains yielded nothing, barbarians invaded, and the people were forced to flee. From then on, drought, locusts, torrential rain, floods, plague... natural disasters struck relentlessly. While others fleeing the famine withered to sticks, the Yan family members were rosy-cheeked and plump. Her severed family came knocking to sponge off her good fortune. Lu Qingran's response was sharp: "Who are you? I don't know you." Author: Translator:

Keep your confessions, Cause babe, I'm no saint, We're playing with fire, But I like this game. Iona Lagerthadottir She's everything that has ever tempted him in a woman. Ivar Ragnarsson He's the excitement that she needs and craves. Separately they are dangerous, together they could be ruthless...

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with presence. Unwanted. Uninvited. Unavoidable. Dunk Natachai was never meant to belong in Joong Archen Aydin's world. He stayed in the corners, in the silences, in the spaces no one looked twice at. But Joong did. Not loudly. Not intentionally. But consistently. What started as glances that meant nothing- lingered a second too long. Smiles that weren't meant- were remembered. And distance that was carefully built- began to fail. They never named it. Never claimed it. Never allowed it to exist fully. Because some connections don't grow with closeness- they grow in restraint. In everything left unsaid. And then- Dunk leaves. No explanation. No goodbye. No trace left behind except silence that feels heavier than presence ever did. Five years later- he returns. Not the same. Not alone. With him- a child. Quiet. Observant. Carrying pieces of a story no one was allowed to finish. A name that shouldn't exist. A resemblance that cannot be ignored. And eyes that look too familiar- to be coincidence. Because some stories don't end when people walk away. They wait. And when they return- they don't ask for permission. They rewrite everything.

A powerful earthquake shakes Cali, Colombia, leaving behind damaged buildings, disrupted lives, and a city struggling to find its footing. But the real story begins after the ground stops moving. In the silence that follows, people search for loved ones, rebuild what was lost, and face questions they had spent years avoiding. For some, the earthquake becomes more than a natural disaster: it becomes the force that finally pushes them to make a decision they have postponed for too long. Because sometimes, when the earth moves, the foundations of our lives move with it.

Evangeline Blackthorn has returned to Mystic Falls - a witch with a past shrouded in mystery and a destiny intertwined with the town's darkest secrets. As ancient curses resurface and forgotten legends come to life, she realizes her bloodline holds the key to a power that could change everything. Alongside her loyal twin brother and two trusted allies known only as *The Black Veil*, Evangeline faces the dangers lurking in the shadows-united by a bond stronger than magic itself. Caught between shadows of the past and the dangerous allure of Klaus Mikaelson, Evangeline must navigate a world where love and betrayal blur, and where survival means embracing the magic she once tried to escape. Powerful. Cursed. Unbreakable. She's the witch he couldn't kill - and the one Klaus can't resist .

Narro la historia de un pueblo andino, sucedido en el año 1995, cuando el Perú sufría una oleada de terrorismo. Los nombres han sido alterados y no hago mención del pueblo donde ocurrieron los hechos por respeto a las memorias y los familiares.

Nature reveals the power it holds.

Haikus about nature. Okay, these are my first haikus , So if they don't seem proper I'm sorry, please tell me what's wrong and I'll fix the problems . All I know is the 5,7,5 rule and that haikus are originally from Japan and associated with nature. But they don't HAVE to be about nature, but these will be about nature. I'll add more as they are created~

In which he tries to get her to see that natural is better and underrated

Nature has a gentle side that gives symbolizes calmness, but when angered, she becomes a mighty queen who can turn the tables and cause destruction, in this poem due to her duality she's been named a beautiful demise...

This is a short story from start to end. Anca is a small bautiful faerie who rules peacefully in her Kingdom and is loved by all. She will not just take any man..but maybe a man with a heart of gold will steal a glance, maybe she will not be able to say goodbye.

Uma carta dentro de um garrafa de vidro suja levemente trincada,pergunto-me o motivo da existência desta carta,retirando o fino laço vermelho para ver o que havia sido escrito deparo-me com algo clássico e clichê,as cartas de um "náufrago".

Many of us all have our own experiences with the clouds, that is when we take time to look up :) *Religion and Spirituality are two separate things*