Raw Stories

a collection of notes i never sent to people who left to myself to fate warning: this book is not fine. by the way: This is not going to be a love story, this is definitely not a self-help book, this is just notes. notes to versions of me, notes to those who are gone, notes for no one.

i want you back in my life.....wait, absolutely not. (Purely Fiction)

There are some things you don't lose because they were never yours to begin with. A person who never loved you back. A friendship that slowly became a memory. A version of yourself you had to leave behind. Words you never found the courage to say. *Never Mine* is a collection of poems about wanting, losing, becoming, and letting go-about the people we couldn't keep and the pieces of ourselves we left behind trying to do so. For everything that was almost. For everything that mattered anyway. *Some things were never mine. I loved them all the same.* - X

I create my own storyline for wwe superstars (w/ my own rosters) Fyi, This solely for MY entertainment but if YOU enjoy it too then that's also a plus for ME.

Rudra never believed in love. Alekhya never expected it to change her life. Sometimes love doesn't start with a confession. Sometimes it begins with a glance... a silence... a feeling you can't explain. Between CET pressure, quiet moments, and a farewell that felt heavier than words... something slowly grew between them. But love has a strange way of testing people. And before they could finally choose each other... they would have to face everything that tried to pull them apart.

This constant pain and void we all may feel and face everyday....... What... I.. Face everyday and can't seem to wrap my head around nor move forward from.

A gunslinger arrives on RAW ready to conquer everyone, with a somewhat crazy girlfriend from NXT, but what will happen when he catches the attention of an interviewer on his new brand? Will Pax be okay with her?

In a world where wars are fought in silence and buried in classified files, some weapons are never meant to exist. Vyom Aaryavardhan - Cipher. Height - 6'2" Age - 33 yrs The mind behind missions that never fail. He calculates every move. Controls every outcome. And eliminates every threat. Controls EVERY FUCKING THING that revolves around him. Dr. Aadhira Vashisht. Height - 5'9" Age - 28 yrs Specialist in Neuro-psychology & Behavioral Conditioning. Not just a normal psychologist- someone who deals with: ~elite agents ~mental conditioning ~trauma control Note- Not just an ordinary love story but the game of secrets and truth. Also female character in my book are not sensitive, they are strong, very, very strong. • fire × gasoline • age gap • dominance • war • lethal love • Mature

What is love? Anveshna - this question asked by her mom shook her and usually Anveshna never asked for answers-until life handed her questions she couldn't ignore. One summer, surrounded by silence, dust, and memories no one speaks of, she stumbles into something that changes the way she sees everything. What begins as boredom turns into a quiet unraveling of the past-layer by layer, letter by letter. She thought she knew her family. She thought she knew herself. She was wrong. the question-what is love was only the beginning and anveshna had to answer and understand many questions in this journey. A slow-burning, emotionally raw story about the search for truth, connection, and the courage to face what we're not ready to hear. "This story is also available on Wattpad, Tapas, and Medium. Please be aware that this is the same work posted by the original author."

These aren't poems. These are pieces of me, the thoughts I typed but never shared, the feelings I felt too deeply to say out loud. If you've ever loved in silence, dreamed too vividly, or been hurt without blame... this is for you.

kassia mae calaway is really that diva and basically the shields girl but i won't spoil it. you're going to have to open this book up and find out. (oc x dean ambrose/jonathan good)

It was only supposed to be sex. One swipe. One match. One late-night conversation that should've ended where most dating app connections do - temporary, casual, forgettable. But Silas Navarro was impossible to keep at a distance. What begins as a friends-with-benefits arrangement built on sarcasm, attraction, and blurry boundaries slowly turns into something neither of them meant to create. Somewhere between canceled plans, 3 a.m. conversations, petty arguments, comfort food, and flirtation that feels too honest, she realizes she's fallen into the worst possible situation: loving someone who never promised her anything more. Now she's stuck in the in-between - not quite a girlfriend, not quite just a hookup, and not important enough to ask for clarity without risking losing him entirely. While balancing exhausting days as a teacher, nights spent curled up with her huskies Cherry Blossom and Isaac, and a growing ache she can't joke away anymore, she keeps finding herself pulled back to Silas. Even when he disappears. Even when he frustrates her. Even when he makes her feel like she's standing in line behind everyone else in his life. Because when he's good to her, he's impossibly good. Tender. Funny. Unexpectedly thoughtful. Dangerous in the way emotionally unavailable men always are. And the hardest part isn't wondering whether he loves her. It's wondering if she's been settling for third place the entire time.

The world, according to Heatwave. Duke Brando never had it easy. He was a social outcast with an unusual name, unusual family, unusual life. In attempts to escape the town he feels trapped in, Duke begins to search for options as college isn't one of them. One day, Duke is pushed past his breaking point and realizes that there is nothing left for him in his hometown. He leaves the next evening, beginning to chase his boyhood dream of becoming a wrestler. As his career develops, so do the crazy adventures within it. [DISCLAIMER: Though this story does contain real people, the main character and events of it are mainly a work of fiction. Any similarities to real life people not in this story/nonhistorical events are just a coincidence.]

Sharing my perspective of the world and life~ (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)...hii petals..~ Best top 5 rankings till now~ #1 beautyoflife #1 conscience #1 mental health awareness #1 invisiblescars #1 unspokentruths #2 lifeinwords #3 emotionalpain #4 yourself #5 perspective There are more amazing rankings but I've only included top 5.

Nirvair Sehgal × Iknoor Iyer "Kya hua h?"He asked as he stood in front of her staring at her teary eyes. "Me..meri payal kho gayi h"Iknoor said as more tears fell down her eyes. He sighed. Sure he didn't want this marriage but she was his wife now and anyways he didn't like her crying. "Relax...mil jayega,mein dhundta hu"He said as he started looking for the silver pagal she had worn during their wedding. A flash of light reflected from the swimming pool and he sighed in relief when he spotted the silver payal upon a close watch. Without waiting for any second,he straight away jumped into the pool. Iknoor gasped at his actions.It was freezing cold in Vishakapatnam and he jumped into the icy water. He emerged out of the pool,water dripping down his body,his biceps flexed as he moved his shoulder length hair back and walked towards her, holding the pagal in his left hand. Iknoor forwarded her hand to take it from him but she gasped for the second time that night when instead of giving it to her he bent down in front of her. Slowly lifting her saree a lil above,he tied the pagal on her left ankle. "Dubara mat khona isse..... it's getting cold get inside"He said and left leaving behind a very surprised Iknoor. She fell first,he fell harder.

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March April May all my feelings everyday I walk on Earth put into poetry.

Feels like a living nightmare but so hauntingly beautiful, deceiving us into staying a little longer...

तेरी मेरी मेरी तेरी प्रेम कहानी है मुश्किल दो लफ़्ज़ों में ये बयां न हो पाए एक लड़का एक लड़की की ये कहानी है नयी दो लफ़्ज़ों में ये बयां न हो पाए... This story is dedicated to those who crave love but don't want need it... This book is a multicouple book starting from High school to eternity. 𝑯𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝑲𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 is a book which will give you a roller coaster of thriller,fun,chaos,emotion,devotion and obviously the sacred love,it is filled with so much more as these 4 couples set out to a thrilling adventurous love story to eternity.

Not every letter is meant to be delivered. Some are written to people who no longer belong in our lives. Others are addressed to younger versions of ourselves, parents, strangers, dreams that never came true, or the versions of us that never got the chance to exist. These pages were never written to start conversations. They were written to end the ones that refused to stop echoing inside my head. They call it intermittent reinforcement. I called it a talkgasm. Random brain dumps. ​These ain't love stories, and they sure as hell ain't a call to resuscitate anything. They're autopsies of inconsistent connections. From the initial thrill of the intellectual hook to the violent urge to burn the memory down, these letters exist for one purpose: to purge the toxic noise out of my head and onto the page. ​Read it as a caution, read it as art, or read it because you're currently holding your phone at 3:00 AM trying not to break your own boundaries.