Pov Stories

There is no prophecy... There is no warning... you emerge from the shadow as you strike down everything holding you back. The dark side is your ally and with it by your side you shall rule over those who fear and oppose you.

---------------------------------- CURRENTLY FOR POSTING FOR 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS!!! Dec 13-24 and a bonus 13th on the 25th! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A collection of sweet, funny, and heart-warming one-shots featuring Malachi Barton and his girlfriend - from late-night laughs to cozy dates, and all the little moments in between.

My name is Alex Sasaki. I've been summoned along with my friends to save the world from a crisis. However, in this story, my best friend Emi is the protagonist, and I'm just a supporting character who stays away from the drama. Contrary to my desire to keep a low profile, Emi always manages to get me into trouble. My abilities are far from amazing. Without anyone knowing that I'm behind their success, I can strengthen those around me and give them the push they need to overcome obstacles. While Emi faces epic battles and challenges, I remain in the shadows.

ដែលមានទេ?? នារីដែលមានប្តីសុភាពដូចនាង ថ្នាក់រៀបការជាមួយគ្នាហើយ គេមិនគិត ចង់ប៉ះពាល់នាងសូម្បីមួយចុងក្រចក ថ្នាក់នាងពន្លែងសាច់ខ្ចីបោះនឹងមុខ ក៏គេធ្វើដូចធម្មតា...បើបែបនេះ មិនឲ្យសង្ស័យថាជា ហ្គេយ៍ ទើបចម្លែក....

Twenty-five, unmarried, and the eldest daughter in a Delhi household, the same bumpy rickshaw ride, the same crowded metro, the same tele caller job that her neighbours mistake for something shameful. Her life is monotonous, predictable, suffocating. Until one morning, a stranger starts taking her route. Same metro. Same time. Same station. At first, it's just an observation. Then it becomes a pattern she can't ignore. Then it becomes something she can't name, something that disrupts the careful numbness she's built around herself. He doesn't know her story. He doesn't know about the broken phone screens, the judgemental aunties, the weight of being the responsible one. He's just there, every single day, like a question she's afraid to answer. In a life lived between stations, where every day bleeds into the next, this unnamed thing, this pull toward someone who exists outside her world of duty and sacrifice, threatens to derail everything she's convinced herself she doesn't deserve. A sharply funny, achingly honest story about the eldest daughters who hold families together while falling apart themselves, and what happens when something, or someone, makes them wonder if there's more to life than just surviving it.

❝𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓞𝓵𝓪𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷.❞ ㊋㊋㊋㊋ Violet, Klaus, and Millie Baudelaire have, once again, narrowly cheated death. But their survival only leaves them stranded somewhere near the peaks of the Mortmain Mountains, with their little sister Sunny in the grasp of Count Olaf. In attempting to rescue her, they cross paths with someone new yet strongly reminiscent of their past, and who opens the door for other ghosts. From the peak of Mount Fraught to the depths of the ocean, from a bustling hotel in the heart of the city to a remote tropical island forgotten by the world, the Baudelaires are pursuing the same answers while being pursued by the same villain. But, in the disheartening conclusion to this depressing trilogy, the dreary chase might cease at last. After all, it's the end. ㊋㊋㊋㊋ Contains scenes from The Slippery Slope, The Grim Grotto, The Penultimate Peril, and The End. I don't own A Series of Unfortunate Events or any of its characters or plots. I only own the characters Millie Baudelaire and Cordelia Tharp. All other rights go to Daniel Handler and Netflix. If you see someone using my characters, please let me know.

Meet Y/n, the smart cat...who can write english and use little hand or paw gestures to try to make people understand her and to communicate....sorta....she wakes up in a weird and wacky world or say as in: "wurld". She discovers Jax, and somehow they bond and have an unlikely friendship. This story is a little bit inspired by Warrior cats by Erin Hunter. Ps: Jax might even call her a sort of mini version of himself, but in a much less chaotic, rude and mean way!

Marianne of Calda-the second daughter of the Count of Calda and the Grand Duchess of Aquitaine-earned the title "The Forsaken Lady" after being jilted three times. 　　Facing these three former suitors who had passed her around for power, Marianne cheerfully pocketed hefty breakup settlements, ready to embrace life as a happily unmarried, wealthy woman. But life is full of unexpected twists. Her brother, heir to both the barony and the grand duchy, died of gluttony. Her aunt, who had married the first suitor, died in childbirth. 　　The two sons of her powerful uncle were wiped out by rebellious nobles in a single blow, which also frightened her frail, helpless cousin to death. Overnight, the once "abandoned girl" became the female heiress to one-third of the southern lands. The novel unfolds against a backdrop of political intrigue and power struggles among humans, humanoid races (elves, half-orcs, merfolk, insectoids, etc.), half-breeds, the Church of the Goddess of Light, the Church of the Fallen Goddess, and the Knights Templar. It follows Marianne, a cunning yet ill-tempered heroine who, after being jilted three times and amassing great wealth, is thrust into the succession war of Brittany. From aspiring to be a lazy rich woman, she evolves into a master player in the game of power. The work shines with its richly developed world, intricate political intrigue, vividly drawn cast of characters, and an unconventional female protagonist, exploring themes of power, ambition, and human nature.

Klaus has always planned to break the curse on his dormant wolf side for years. When the love of his life springs a surprise on him.. it gives him the urgency to want to break the curse as fast as possible: nothing is going to stand in his way

The title for this story is inspired by Taylor Swift's song; 'Back to December.' Based on true short stories of what happened during December.

In a city filled with secrets, heartbreaks, late-night confessions, and dangerous second chances, four friends fight to protect their dreams while their pasts refuse to let them go. Dana searches for healing, Najia risks everything for love and survival, Amara rebuilds the pieces of her life, and Tyler faces a threat that could destroy everything he has finally gained. In New York, love can lift you or break you, and Volume 2 proves that growing up means choosing who you are, even when the world tries to choose for you.

"You're tense," she remarked, pushing off the wall and taking a slow step toward him. He exhaled, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And you're stating the obvious." "You know what they say about stress relief," she teased, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. ... "Now I get it," I.N said, eyes still wide, like he was still in post-war trauma. "She used her witch magic on him so he won't spill anything about the case. What a witch!" "More like a witch with a B," Lee Know rolled his eyes, arms crossed. ... "Y-You?" Chan's eyes widened, "How c-could you?" he gasped for air, blood spilling from his mouth. The figure smiled, mockingly. "It was a really pretty game, wasn't it?"

"MENJAUHLAH DARIKU!!" "Matt, kumohon jangan seperti ini, kau akan aman bersama ku" "PERGILAH!!" tak sengaja Matthew mendorong Elena dengan sedikit kencang hingga ia terpental sedikit jauh ke tanah "Matt" ucap Elena sembari menangis melihat lelakinya yang sedang memeluk tubuhnya sendiri untuk menenangkan jiwanya yang sedang tak baik baik saja "Matthew Carter" selalu hidup dengan rumus dan gravitasi. Di usia 25 tahun, ia sudah menjadi insinyur muda berbakat di NASA, seorang pria jenius yang terbiasa bekerja di balik layar peluncuran roket, merancang lintasan yang menembus langit. Dunianya rapi, penuh logika, tanpa ruang untuk hal-hal yang tidak bisa dihitung, termasuk cinta, namun sayangnya depresi nya sudah mulai merusak pikirannya, tanpa ia sadari ia hampir meyakiti perasaan wanitanya. "Elena Morgan" 23 tahun, mahasiswi S2 Ilmu Komunikasi di Boston University. Ia percaya pada kekuatan kata-kata, pada sinyal yang bisa menjembatani jarak antara manusia. Bagi Elena, komunikasi bukan sekadar teori, melainkan seni yang bisa menyentuh hati siapa saja. Berbeda dari Matthew yang rasional, Elena penuh warna, spontan, dan berani mengambil risiko. Takdir mempertemukan mereka di sebuah danau Interlaken, Swiss. sebuah kota kecil yang dikelilingi pegunungan bersalju. Apa yang dimulai dari percakapan singkat di sebuah kereta pegunungan, tumbuh menjadi koneksi yang tak bisa mereka pahami, sebuah "sinyal" yang lebih kuat daripada jarak dan perbedaan mereka. Namun, ketika Matthew kembali pada pekerjaannya di NASA dan Elena terjebak pada ambisinya di dunia media internasional, sinyal di antara mereka mulai terganggu. Di antara orbit, pesan-pesan yang terlewat, dan rahasia yang tak terucapkan, mereka dipaksa menghadapi pertanyaan yang sama. Apakah cinta mereka mampu bertahan? atau hanya akan menjadi "The Last Signal" yang menjadi pesan terakhir yang tak pernah benar-benar terkirim?

"Do I even have the right to be hurt if you were never really mine to begin with?" -Zephyr Emberlyn Flores

Just oneshot stories with Will Graham without smut, ignore my grammar mistakes please, English is not my first language <3

(The name is a wip gng 🙏🏻😭) This is Just a Bunch of Y/N Side character POVs and How Y/N Absolutely destroyed them Indirectly or otherwise

Collection of POV stories starring SEVENTEEN members.

𝄒𝄒 be my valentine. 𝄒𝄒 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ﹅ he chased his dream, unwillingly he had to sacrifice everything of his most prized possession― love. who would have known, the world that he left behind became so foreign? ₊˚⊹ᰔ ່ ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ disclaimer. ➴ this is a work of fiction, it is not related to anything that occurrs in real life. ➴ contains sensitive topics, readers discretion is advised. ➴ grammar and spelling mistakes, feel free to correct me <3 ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ongoing ➪ indefinite updates / every sunday & wednesday (if possible :3) ✿

TDAC - The Deep Abyss Conservatory Hidden beneath miles of pressure-black seawater lies an impossible structure: The Deep Abyss Conservatory, a living aquarium carved into the trench wall itself. It is neither fully a lab nor fully a sanctuary - it exists in that delicate space between research and reverence. Every chamber glows with pale blues and drifting bioluminescence, as if the ocean has simply decided to open its ribs and let humans walk inside. The Conservatory is home to siren-lineage beings, merfolk variants, deep leviathans, and other marine anomalies that were once scattered across the darkest corners of the world. Here, their ecosystems are preserved in massive pressure-sealed habitats, each tank more like a fragment of the abyss than an enclosure. Light filters through thick crystalline walls like slow-moving moonlight, illuminating creatures whose beauty borders on dangerous. Staff members-scientists, handlers, and abyss specialists-move carefully through the halls, trained to respect the instincts and emotions of beings who are ancient, territorial, or heartbreakingly curious about the surface world. Some of them watch you pass with cold predator eyes. Others follow with soft fascination. A few seem almost human in their longing for connection. You, however, are newly assigned. A fresh arrival to the Aquarium Division. A pair of steady hands among a place that requires absolute gentleness. Your role is simple in name, complicated in practice: Monitor, maintain, and communicate with abyssal entities, ensuring their health and stability... while ensuring the Conservatory itself remains intact. Because here, in the deep... a creature's emotions can shift the pressure of an entire wing. A single distressed siren can turn the glass walls into vibrating instruments. And a leviathan's displeasure? It can silence entire hallways.

You should've known better than to tease him during work hours, but the pen in your hand became a dangerous little weapon the moment you realized just how tightly it had him wound. What began as a harmless after-hours phone call turned into something else - something breathless, something that hit him far deeper than you meant it to. On the other end of the line, your usually composed boss sounded wrecked, like he'd just sprinted miles, every word trembling between strained breath. And all because of you. Your voice, your tone, the sound of your grip tightening around that pen - it was enough to bring the man to his knees in his own study. He begged you to stop. Not because he hated it... but because he was coming apart, undone by the smallest, most innocently wicked thing you could've done. Now he can't look at you the same way at the office. Now he flinches when you pick up a pen. Now everyone else can tell something's changed. And you? You're starting to realize you might enjoy holding that kind of power a little too much.