Истории Sadlife

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When fierce, fire-hearted Raishi accidentally ties the knot with India's cricket sensation and secret mafia king, Shubman Gill, sparks fly and not the romantic kind. From explosive clashes to undeniable chemistry, their journey from enemies to lovers is a whirlwind of danger, fame, secrets, and sizzling tension. In a world where love was never part of the plan, fate plays the ultimate matchmaker.

From abusive parents to constant bullying and humiliation, Kiara Greene has had it really rough.To top it off, Kiara is a closeted lesbian born into an extremely homophobic family. Each day in her life is like a battle for peace. Life sucks. On the other hand, Sia Watson is a rich and pampered kid. She gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants and lives a life that everyone else envies. Her parents adore her, her classmates worship her and the teachers are all scared to get on her bad side as her uncle is the principal of her school. For her, life is a blessing. Join these two girls with completely different lives through their journey filled with new discoveries, confusing feelings, love and ofcourse dRaMa. TW: Mentions of abuse and homophobia.

Vidhita rian , a priamry school teacher ,married to a military person , captain vishesh rian six month ago , he died while serving for his country , at that time she was four month pregnant . After vishesh death , his family decides to get her married to his childhood friend Vedansh kashyap. WILL SHE AGREE? WILL HE AGREE? HOW THEY BOTH WILL SURVIVE IN A MARRIAGE WHERE SHE IS CARRYING THE CHILD OF ANOTHER MEN? TO KNOW MORE LET DIVE INTO THE STORY...

the undelivered

امرأة تسعى للراحة من ماضيها المؤلم تستقل رحلة بحرية لمدة خمسة أيام، لكن ما بدأ كهروب هادئ يتحول إلى فوضى عارمة. ومع انخراط الركاب في تحديات وحشية وتصاعد العنف، تصبح هي هدفًا لمطاردة مميتة. وفي محاولتها اليائسة للبقاء على قيد الحياة، تكشف أسرارًا مدفونة في أعماق السفينة - حقائق ستغير حياتها إلى الأبد.

All about my life. yahhhh read it or dont.

Dear Husband, Though I love you, I've chosen to let you go. Soon I'll set you free and let you fly, So you can soar to her and be happy. Of course, I'll be heartbroken. But seeing you happy again Is worth every ounce of heartbreak, Because this foolish girl Loves you that much!! - Just your wife, Matilda whitmore

"drawing hearts in the byline, always taking up too much space or time you assume I'm fine but what would you do if I?"

lots of worrying to be done a head, no time to rest in bed, because before your know it you'll be dead, but the question is what is your death? Physical or mental?

After the first wave of the virus Erebis, half of humanity is gone. The survivors don't rebuild the world - they divide it. From the ruins rise four cities, each a cage shaped by class: one where the poor endure hunger and humiliation, one where the middle class survives on restraint and fading hope, one where the rich drown in luxury built on denial, and one where the elites crown themselves untouchable, believing power makes them immortal. Through the voice of Pema, a mother watching the world fracture, Endling explores a future where survival comes without dignity, walls replace compassion, and inequality is written into law. Children starve while others play with machines. Humanity lives on - but broken, arrogant, and divided. This is not a story about saving the world. It's about what remains when fear reshapes humanity, and the plague changes form. Dark, emotional, and brutally realistic - Endling asks one question: What does survival mean when humanity itself is dying?

After the war, women in the tents were all desperate to find a place for themselves, trying every means to latch onto those soldiers and return to their hometowns with them. 　　When that bronze-skinned Lieutenant General found me in the vast camp, only I remained, along with Sister Li, who coughed and wheezed all day, her handkerchief stained with blood. 　　"I've saved some army pay; enough to build a few houses back in my hometown. Would you... be willing to return home with me?" 　　I lowered my eyes to his dust-covered military boots, speechless for a moment. 　　When I said I needed to consider it, Sister Li teased me: 　　"Little Wantang, a man wants you, just accept him. Who are you still waiting for?" 　　"Surely you're not still pining for that triumphant General Yan, the one who's about to marry the princess?" 　　That very night, Yan Ce came to my tent. 　　He was dressed in fine robes, carrying an air of biting cold and the scent of wine, his very posture revealing irritation as he lifted the tent flap. 　　Without a word, he dragged me to that crude bed. 　　He clutched my jaw with his heavy grip, forcing me to look up at him. 　　"I'm about to marry the princess, and so you throw a tantrum?" 　　"I won't forget you after my wedding. I've already arranged a residence for you outside the city. You'll wait for me there from now on." 　　His expression was arrogant, as if he was certain I couldn't leave him. As if I were merely a bird in his cage, never to fly from his grasp. 　　He mistook my silence for tacit agreement, for a grievance buried deep in my heart. 　　The day he and the princess were to be wed, I imagine, would be one of city-wide celebration, with an endless procession of dowry chests. As for my marriage to Gu Jingyuan, there would only be a humble room, a pair of red candles, and vows exchange in silence as we bowed to Heaven and Earth.

⁀➷ Des mots écrits dans le silence, des cris que personne n'entend. Pourtant, quelque part entre l'ombre et la lumière, une âme parle encore. ✧ ⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷ ⁀➷ Words written in silence, cries no one hears. Yet, somewhere between the shadow and the light, a soul still speaks. ✧ 👻🖋️ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Dans ce recueil, GhostInk ouvre les portes de son âme, entre ombre et lumière. Chaque texte est un cri silencieux, une pensée perdue, un moment de solitude ou d'espoir fragile. C'est un voyage à travers la douleur, la nostalgie et la découverte d'une lumière inattendue. Pour ceux qui lisent avec le cœur, ces mots murmurent ce que personne n'ose dire à voix haute. ⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷ In this collection, GhostInk opens the doors to her soul, between shadow and light. Each text is a silent cry, a lost thought, a moment of solitude or fragile hope. It is a journey through pain, nostalgia, and the discovery of an unexpected light. For those who read with their hearts, these words whisper what no one dares to say aloud. 👻🖋️

✨✨✨Royal series 4✨✨✨ "We cannot fight our destiny" Shivansh Singh Chauhan, a workaholic, whose work is his life. The Great Prince of Rajasthan has always been the calmest child of his family, he is someone who solves everyone's problems and hides his. His didn't have great luck with love, but, with his arrange marriage, he is ready to change that. He has promised only utter devotion to his wife. Aarohi Sahni, an orphan who has a family but she only desires a family. Life hasn't been easy with her, but she is fighter, never giving up, standing strong and facing every challenge. Her marriage came as a surprise for her, that to the Great Prince. On the day of her wedding, her vows to do anything for her husband and family's happiness. Tropes: Divorce of convenience Arranged marriage Forced Proximity Trauma Healing Second Chance

This is part eight of the poems, quotes, and song lyrics that I love. If I find them with the author I will write the authors name on it. If you have any of your own and you would like for it to be in the story, ask me and I can do that for you. I hope that you enjoy this as much as the first part. Also; I don't know how many parts that there will be; and I also try to update at least five times every day, since they are small. Thank you, Kelsie❤️

"You came back at the perfect time but do I miss you?"

This story navigates the theme of love, heartbreak, sorrow and happiness, as a momentary part of life. It shows how personal actions can affect for good or bad the lives of love ones for generations. At the center of it is Caru Ainsworth and his family. Although being born with a beautiful soul, his heart will be continuously put to test since his childhood. Questioning his purpose in life and if he was ever love. I always wanted to write a tear jerking story, this time with a male lead. Please stay tune as I wrap up the story. I will try to participate in the Novella contest with the prompt: 46. "We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get more obviously broken and more classically beautiful than you." (A slightly modified quote from "Daisy Jones & The Six" by Taylor Jenkins Reid)

(made the cover myself) do I look like I fucking know what's going on!? But fr tho grab some popcorn this shit good

For the past three years, humans with abnormal abilities and from distant planets have kept our world safe. Aside from minor robberies, our planet Earth has been kept peaceful... Until we learned there was more evil out there. And more lies to be uncovered. All I can ask is.... How could my own mother do this to me?

Stories inspired by Tv girl songs.