Истории Realisme

we all have had some.. days in life..when we wished we could go back ..and change it.. yeah so .. lets say that happ.. this is about a girl.. who was a highly insecure kid.. turned up to be able to act up in her life..but that trauma .. still comes up n resurfaces.. now..she gets a chance to go back n wipe them all.. what will she do ?

This story was not at all rage-written after a bubble message... I promise. Anyhow... "You spent so long being watched by everyone that you forgot you're just a man. You're allowed to be hurt." Sixty seconds. That was all it took for a complete stranger to dismantle Bang Chans carefully constructed "invincible leader" persona on a fan-call. No cute poses. No rehearsed praise. Just a brutal reality check from someone who knows the exact price of ignoring a breaking body for the sake of the stage. And the absolute most infuriating rule he's ever been handed: Thank you and shut up There are no long midnight paragraphs or cute selfies here. Just a handful of sharp, unvarnished text messages that demand he stop lying to himself. It is a quiet, steady rhythm that slowly gets to him, forcing him to reflect on the choices he makes and how to recieve the love people around him try to give. Short chapters This is for entertainment purposes only

Clover has fallen. The blitzkrieg is over. But the nightmare has only just begun. Stripped of his grimoire and severed from the Black Bulls, Asta awakens on the shores of Hino-a land once spoken of with reverence, now hollowed out by the Ritosu Shogunate and their foreign Rottannian masters. In this occupied realm, the old ways of "never giving up" are met with cold, industrial execution. The citizens live in a surveilled cage, policed by ruthless collaborators and watched by the mechanical eyes of the Reich. Magicless and alone, Asta is a pathogen in a sterile machine. Hunted as a dangerous anomaly, he must navigate a landscape of political betrayal and bleeding resistance cells. He is a ghost in a machine where the enemy doesn't just want to conquer-they want to erase. A revolution is brewing, but in Hino, freedom is bought with blood, not hope. - THE IMPERIAL WORLD SAGA An alternate-universe divergence from the canon timeline. ACT TWO: RESONANCE - Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction work based on Black Clover (AU). Original characters/settings belong to Yuki Tabata/Shueisha. AI used for formatting/syntax refinement. Warning: Strictly for mature readers. Contains themes of occupation, betrayal, and visceral warfare. Reader discretion is advised.

A mature man navigating loneliness, friendship, and the quiet absurdity of ordinary Sundays. Because adulthood turns out to be less dramatic than expected. Or does it?

William Hearth sempre encontrou refúgio na arte. Em uma exposição de obras raras, ele conhece Alva - uma jovem de olhar antigo e presença enigmática, que parece saber mais sobre ele do que deveria. Antes que possa compreender o que aconteceu, ela desaparece, deixando apenas perguntas. Em busca de respostas, William mergulha no coração do museu - e descobre que as pinturas não são apenas imagens. São portais para outros tempos, outras vidas, outras versões de si mesmo. Starhill é uma história sobre luto, memória e a linha tênue entre o que é real e o que escolhemos lembrar.

❗️ကိုကိုနဲ့ ညီမလေးရဲ့ ရိုရိုချိုချို အချစ်ဇာတ်လမ်းလေး

The mountain knows who belongs to it before they ever start walking up the trail. Deep within Willow Hearth, a physical, playful magic governs the mountain ridges and the tightly bound lives of the Bunches, Collinses, Gibsons, and Goinses. For generations, their survival has relied on keeping the strict, ancient laws of the hearth completely hidden from the flat lands below. When an outsider is brought up the creek path, the threshold is challenged, and a countdown begins. From a baby born behind the veil under a total eclipse to an ancient gate test waiting at the split-rail fence, the valley must decide if it will open its arms or lose the doors forever.

In a world where Arthurian legend meets fantastical magic, two brothers, Amir and Mordred embarked on a perilous quest to find the Tree of Life's life-giving fruit, their father's only hope for survival. As they journey through the vibrant realm of Myttica, facing treacherous landscapes and magnificent creatures, the fruit's power tempts one brother, driving him to betrayal and darkness. With the aid of a seasoned adventurer, Phane Starhope and a nice mage named Ishna from the Coven, Prince Amir and his friends must confront his brother's corrupted ambition and fight for the future of both their kingdom and the magical world. Will their bonds of friendship and courage prevail against the looming darkness?

Ela não quer nada com ele. Ele não deveria querer nada com ela. Mas o morro é pequeno, a noite é longa, e o coração não obedece ordem de ninguém.

El día en que su hijo nació, Teodoro Domingo Bolívar caminaba una madrugada por las calles cristalizadas de Caracas. Los ruidos lejanos se volvían cercanos; ecos helados resonaban entre las paredes como un tambor invisible. Se detuvo frente a un kiosco, compro un periódico y busco en la portada noticias sobre Irak, un tema que seguía con atención. Ahí estaba: "EEUU admite que un ataque militar a Irak no elimina el problema".

Ever have a sock go missing in the laundry well this is worse... much worse

«No necesitas compartir sangre para encontrar un verdadero hogar, solo alguien por quien valga la pena luchar». Camila anheló toda su vida una familia de película, esa calidez de hogar que nunca llegó a conocer. Aunque su padre le dio una buena vida, llena de lindos momentos y cariño a su manera, ese refugio perfecto que ella veía en las pantallas jamás se materializó. Con el tiempo, entendió que la verdadera lealtad se construye con quienes eligen quedarse a tu lado sin importar el precio. Aprendió que amar a alguien no garantiza ser amado con la misma intensidad, y que las promesas hechas en palabras se desvanecen con facilidad cuando llega la crisis. Una historia sobre la búsqueda de pertenencia, los desencantos del corazón y los sacrificios que estamos dispuestos a hacer por quienes consideramos nuestra verdadera familia.

An arranged marriage. Two strangers. One home. It should have been simple. It wasn't. Not because of betrayal. Not because of tragedy. But because some truths take years to recognize.

The River Remembered Us Some loves are too vast for a single lifetime. They spill over, like rainwater finding old riverbeds again and again. In the first life, they are strangers on opposite banks of a cursed river-she a warrior-queen building a bridge to save her people, he the exiled architect who alone knows why the bridge keeps collapsing. They never touch. But when she drowns saving his blueprints, he writes her name into the stone foundation. The river learns it. In the second, a courtesan and a blind calligrapher. In the third, two enemy soldiers who burn a village together. In the fourth, a nun and a heretic who translate a forbidden scripture. In the fifth, a hunter and a shape-shifting deer. In the sixth, a librarian and a ghost during a war that erases history. And in the seventh-the last lifetime the river will grant before forgetting-a cynical hydrologist discovers that every major flood in history has followed the same invisible path. A folklorist tells her it's not a fault line. It's a memory. Over seven lifetimes, The River Remembered Us is not a romance about finding each other. It is a romance about what happens after: the guilt of forgetting first, the exhaustion of remembering alone, the quiet violence of loving someone for the seven hundredth time, and the question they ask at every riverbank across every century: Is this the life where we finally stop? Or the one where we finally stay? Because the river remembers everything-except why it ever started.

Three boys. One estate. A trophy that was never meant to be won. Above the walkway on the Greyfriars estate, someone painted a crown and a joke: BALLON D'ESTATE - the only trophy kids from this postcode will ever lift. Best of the estate. The ceiling dressed up as a crown. Leo is the best player the cage has ever produced, and he knows it the way you know your own name. A trial could be his way out. But Leo wasn't born with the name he carries, his mum taught him hiding drills he thought were games, and last night somebody knocked on their door for the first time in twelve years. She won't say who. She's started boiling water she doesn't drink. Jamal has been Leo's best friend since they were kids. Now there's a new message on his phone from a man in clean trainers who texts like he's already decided the answer: you're family now. The money is real. So is everything that comes with it. Ethan has everything the estate boys don't - an academy contract, a marble kitchen, a father whose Range Rover smells of nothing, as if the car has agreed to forget anyone else ever sat in it. From the outside, his life is the one Leo is chasing. From the inside, it's starting to look like something else entirely. Three lives running on parallel lines - the cage, the crew, the academy - on a collision course none of them can see yet. Somebody on this estate is watching. Somebody is keeping secrets that go back further than any of them have been alive. And the crown above the walkway is still laughing. Football is the way out. The estate is the trap. A gritty, multi-POV coming-of-age thriller about football, family, and the debts that get passed down. For readers who like their Top Boy with a ball at its feet.

Jake got the role of a lifetime, portraying the titular character to a worldwide hit novel but no one is happy about it. Disregarding haters, he pushed through with the role which would spiral his life like an insane roller coaster.

Yeah. What the title says. I'll probably post personal projects, but maybe some other stuff idk. Depends on my mood. Hey guys, guess what? Maybe I won't take this one down. But you will never know until you read this book.

Framed by the present-day memories of Lin, now an old man, The Ink and the Ash uses the sensory anchor of a vintage typewriter to reconstruct a heartbreaking chapter of his life. The story transports us to the damp, cold alleyways of a northern Chinese industrial city at the dawn of the new millennium. Here, young Lin, a pragmatic typesetter, shares a cramped rented room with Chen, a gentle but brooding logistics loader. Their relationship is a quiet rebellion, built from shared noodle bowls, stolen touches in the dark, and the safety found in invisibility. But as the pressures of the outside world mount-economic instability, relentless calls from Chen's mother to marry, and the crippling weight of internalized shame-their sanctuary becomes a cell. Chen begins to slip into a profound, untreated depression, and Lin is forced to witness the devastating, silent erosion of the man he loves. The Ink and the Ash is not a story about explosive drama, but a deeply realistic, raw exploration of the high emotional cost of simply trying to exist when the world gives you no place to stand.

lust distracts the mind while love passes time.