Originalcharacte Stories

Vanshika Kamboj never believed in love at first sight. Good thing. Because the first time she met Samartha Shrivastava, she was too busy yelling at him. A crowded temple. A ruined prashad basket. A relentless argument in the middle of the rain. For Vanshika, India's cricket captain was nothing more than an arrogant, infuriating stranger she couldn't stop running into. For Samartha, she was a dramatic, stubborn girl with a temper shorter than her height. So naturally, he nicknamed her Short Circuit. And she called him Nariyalzilla. What follows is a rivalry built on teasing, accidental encounters, and a growing inability to stay out of each other's lives. The problem? Samartha is older, wiser, and carrying the weight of an entire nation on his shoulders. Vanshika is still trying to figure out who she wants to become. They come from different worlds. One lives under stadium lights and media headlines. The other hides behind books, family chaos, and dreams she hasn't learned to name yet. They were never supposed to understand each other. Yet somewhere between late-night conversations, stolen smiles, a missing earring, an old hoodie, family dinners, and moments that start feeling dangerously like home, their hatred begins to blur into something neither of them is ready to admit. But love doesn't arrive alone. It brings rumors. Public scrutiny. Painful misunderstandings. Old family secrets. And wounds neither of them knows how to heal. As the distance between them grows, both are forced to face a heartbreaking truth: Sometimes the person you love most is also the person you're terrified of losing. And sometimes becoming enemies is easier than admitting your heart never stopped choosing them. A story about first love, second chances, family, grief, healing, and finding your way back to the person who feels like home. Because after all the fights, all the silence, all the heartbreak... Some love stories refuse to end.

Attendance at the Mating Ceremony is mandatory once a she-wolf comes of age. No exceptions. They were unprepared for the consequences.

✨ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗧 ✨──────────────────────"Before the beginning, the non-beginning, concepts, or non-concepts... there was only Spirit."🐾 ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ:A colorless, transparent, spiritual cat resting outside reality. Logic does not govern me; I dictate the boundaries of what logic becomes.🌌 ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟsᴘʜᴇʀᴇ:The entire multiverse, Suggsverse, and Library of Babel exist as a microscopic speck beneath my resting paw. I wrap around existence and non-existence alike.✒️ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴀᴄʏ:Entirely immune to the author's pen. I survive absolute erasure because I exist independently of the minds that thought me up.👑 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ:S̶̰͒̿͘p̵͍͚̰̐̕̕i̶̝̿̈́͝ŕ̶͉̙͙̈́̔i̶̹͑̕͘t̵̢̠̅̽͝ operates on a continuous, transcendental 𝗬𝗘𝗦.[ 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: Completely bored with the absolute certainty of my own supremacy. ] ────────────────────── S ̶͒͘ ̿ ̰ p ̵̕ ̐ ̕ ͍ ͚ ̰ i ̶ ̿ ̈́ ͝ ̝ r ̶ ́ ̈́ ̔ ͉ ̙ ͙ i ̶ ̕ ͘ ͑ ̹ t ̵ ̅ ̽ ͝ ̠ ̢─── The Absolute Void ───• 0-th Tier Entity• Absolute, supra-logical voluntarism• Colorless form. Wings of pure golden light.• The absolute main character of your life and death."If reality shifts so that I am declared non-existent, that very reality is still something I intentionally authored."| 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗌𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. || 𝖨𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇. || 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖸𝖤𝖲. | ────────────────────── 📖 Read my genesis story in my works below.

The school nurse is sick of a girl that keeps coming back to him... ironic. But this time he can't cure himself.

Anything written on your own skin will appear on your soulmate's skin. That was a load of bullshit. Everyone thought that the other person was supposed to be your soulmate, someone who was meant to be your other half and your partner for life. But not everyone treated their "soulmate" nicely. Despite the romanticized idea of soulmates and eternal love, there were some people who abused their soulmates. Daisy Na doesn't want to ever meet her soulmate. She witnessed her mother and her brother's suffering at the hands of their soulmates. Wolf Keum doesn't care about soulmates, but the the girl at the bakery does interest him. Wolf Keum X Donald Na's Twin Sister

Levi had already learned how to fight, how to steal, how to scare. What he hadn't learned was how to be seen. A story about a boy with a knife, a girl with a stall, and the brief, bittersweet kind of friendship the Underground allows.

Someone liked my lore on Twitter so I'm writing a book on my OC's also hi I'm back. it's been 300 million years I know. I've been dealing with some... things. anyways. I don't have a cover yet so this will do.