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Maura Thompson is a 17 year old stunt double for the newest member in the Marvel movie. During she finds herself struggling with her own problems and issues with another cast member. But what happens makes her find her true self and a world she's never known ⚠️ I do not own Marvel or the Outset or anything associated. This is just for fictional purposes. ⚠️⚠️ Maura is mostly based on me discluding a few aspects needed for the sake of the story. UPDATES: Every Friday as long as I have a chapter ready #1 sensoryissues 11 July 2025 #1 marvelmovies 11 July 2025 #1 marvelcast 1 August 2025 #1 scarlettxdaughter 9 August 2025 #1 autismspectrumdisorder 10 September 2025 #1 sociallyawkward 19 November 2025 #1 socialissues 19 November 2025 #1 johansson 18 December 2025 #1 findingyourself 27 December 2025

The Thuggish Ruggish Bone- book four of Shut Up & Listen Series: Lonnie, the eldest of his siblings, seems lost to everyone around him. But he's never been more sure of himself and what he needs. On the other hand there's Dame- he seems the most put together but his world on the inside is full of turmoil. While so completely opposite they seem, these brothers, Dame and Lonnie, will soon find that at the core, down at the bone, they couldn't be more similar. no.1 in #innercity no.2 in #innerchild no.2 in #bougie

a story about falling in and out of love. Bear with me, this is my first book! Book 1: Published 02/2020, Completed 04/2022 Book 1 Shut Up & Listen (complete) __/ When the one secret that kept childhood best friends Cole and Cobe at a distance is finally revealed, they become closer than ever in both the best and worst ways. Book 2 Shut Up & Listen: A Little Late (complete) __/ New relationships shed light on old forgotten ones, bringing up heartbreak and trauma. When familial strings long frayed are tied back together, will it the knot hold or will the effort be a little too late? Book 3 Shut Up & Listen: The Nullification of Black (complete) __/Feeling wind-like, Lonnie aka Black fends for himself in this long awaited growth spurt. History is revealed. Reputations are put to a halt! Friendships become love! Wounds are healed! But, something has to die for a new thing to thrive, right? Right?! no1 in #blacklit [12.16.2020-present] no2 in #detroit [12.31.2020] no1 in #celebrateblackstories [04.01.2021] no1 in #lukejames [09.04.2021] no4 in #socialissues[05.13.2022] no2 in #blackbxb[05.15.22] no1 in #urbanbxb [10.22.2022] no12 in #youngromance [11.23.2023]

Cove Kiran co-leads a camp-and-canoe trip. Florence Pierre, sharp and gracious, is her co-leader. Together, they guide a group of four clever teens: Reva Moro, Gary Gardner, and Iris and Ember Agnes. One stormy night, the eager group hears screaming. Not far away, a wilderness program for "troubled teams" pushes its kids to the breaking point. When Cove's group meets bruised and bereft runaways-diverse backgrounds, haunting traumas, and unique personalities clash. As their adventure becomes a mirror, they face their greatest challenge: To embrace and love each other, and themselves, from every angle. *** Trigger Warning: Abuse, trauma, self harm, suicide, religion, racism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault, death, mental illness

A conversation between a reader and a writer. This is not a fictional love story. There is no hero. There is no romance. This book reflects the reality of the Bookstagram and reading community.It calls out what is often ignored, excused, or romanticised. Through the voices of two sisters Gauri, a young reader, and Abhaya, a writer we explore why certain popular tropes are problematic, and how fiction quietly shapes our thoughts, desires, and boundaries. BECAUSE WRONG IS WRONG- even when it's written beautifully.

This is my second volume of poems. The first is My Odyssey which is more like a poetic diary. The poems in this volume are as the title says, heartfelt. My style of poems are very direct and simple. If you prefer more deep pieces, you can read my other book "Ramblings of the heart and soul" which has short, quote-like poetic lines with deeper meanings. Happy reading!

Violet Potter's Second Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has begun. When Harry Potter and his best friend, Ron Weasley are almost expelled for (illegally) flying an enchanted car from London to Hogwarts, the calculating and brutal Head of Slytherin House, Professor Snape, personally warns Violet against further fraternization with any Gryffindors. Her own brother and his closest friends in particular. The insufferable Draco Malfoy, the always stuck-up Pansy Parkinson, and several of their cronies also take it upon themselves to give Violet (and Harry) even more grief. The new DADA teacher, while at least not one harboring any dark wizards on the back of his head, is unfortunately as incompetent and narcissistic as a Gilderoy might come, and very likely a complete phony. And what exactly is the deal with the Malfoy family's house-elf anyway? Or the elf that the Maynard family used to own? Violet soon has bigger problems to worry about when the legendary Chamber of Secrets is reopened, as muggle-borns all over the school are turning up petrified. And, worst of all, almost everyone seems to think that Harry and Violet have something to do with these attacks. Even in spite of the fact that Violet and Victoria among a few others have volunteered to work tirelessly with helping Professor Sprout to prepare the antidote and venturing into the other three chambers while Harry, Ron, and Hermione are racing against time to solve the mystery of the infamous Chamber of Secrets itself. But the true culprits are far more sinister than most could ever imagine... Disclaimer: This is a fan reimagining of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling. I own nothing other than the characters I made up.

A haunting free verse poem that follows the life of Mridu - the eldest daughter of a struggling family, forced into adulthood too soon. From stolen childhood to a disastrous marriage, "Where Suffering Called Her Lucky" traces the quiet, relentless endurance of a woman forgotten by everyone but pain. Both personal and universal, this poem speaks for the silenced - for every woman told to "adjust," every girl who was never allowed to be.

#𝐈𝐈 𝐢𝐧 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞🧿✨' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✦ 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✦ ✧˖° Ａｆｔｅｒ Ｔｈｅ Ｖｏｗｓ ✧˖° ⟡ From childhood taunts to wedding vows- none of it was accidental. He had loved her long before he claimed her. ⟡ 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗻- a celebrated author whose stories make teenagers blush and their standards dangerously high. What she didn't know was that her own life was quietly writing a trope of its own. Because 𝗩𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗮𝗷𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘁- her introverted childhood best friend, or sworn enemy (pick your poison)- crashed into her life at the worst possible moment... by interrupting her wedding. They grew up trading sarcasm, barely able to breathe in each other's presence. So what happens when destiny ties them together in a marriage no one saw coming? Will old rivalries turn sharper? Or will buried truths finally surface? ⟡ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵. ⟡ ✦ 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐦. ✦ - ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ʀᴀsʜɪ 🎀✨

This is not just a love story-it's a battlefield of truth, betrayal, and justice. When hearts break and loyalties are tested, love itself becomes the sharpest weapon. Oberoi's Bahu 2: When Love Turns into a War of Justice will pull you into a storm where every choice changes destiny.

1860, India Gauri was expected to be quiet, obedient, and invisible. But beneath her composed exterior burned a fire that no tradition could contain. Married into an orthodox household, she learns to hide every thought behind a lowered gaze-until Ashutosh, the man shaped by the same customs, begins to notice the silence in her eyes. When their hands brush across a lamp's glow, something unspoken passes between them-too brief to name, too dangerous to repeat. Yet in that single heartbeat, the walls of the house seem to breathe. As shadows of duty tighten, and every glance carries the weight of consequence, Gauri's courage begins to awaken the man who once believed obedience was virtue. What begins as a flicker of understanding becomes a quiet storm neither can contain. Step into 1860, where honour and desire walk the same narrow path, and where one woman dares to let the light beneath her veil burn bright enough to be seen. ...... "Kya kaha tumne?" ("What did you just say?") His tone carried anger - but his eyes searched hers for something more. Gauri didn't flinch. There was something in her gaze tonight... courage, perhaps, or a trace of mischief that refused to bow. She drew a slow breath, the corner of her lips trembling. "Maine kaha, Ashut-" The name broke midway, swallowed by the silence between them. ---

Vaidehi - ek ladki jo hamesha muskurati rahi, safed saree pehenti rahi, aur duniya ke riwazon ke khilaaf apna hausla rakhti rahi Shaurya - bachpan se hi uska pyaar, jo har pal uske saath khada raha Jab mohabbat aur riwaazon ka takraav hua, tab unka ishq khud apni pehchaan ban gaya. "Ishq Ka Rang Safed" - ek kahani, jahaan pyaar ne dard ko rang diya Jab duniya ne uske sapno ko chura liya, tab Vaidehi ne himmat aur pyaar se apna raasta bana liya Shaurya ke saath, jo hamesha uske dil me tha, yeh kahani hai ek ishq ki, jo riwazon se aage nikla

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

She was told her silence was sacred. That obedience was faith. That questioning was a sin. Born into a world that loved her yet limited her, she learned early that being a girl meant carrying weight quietly-dreams paused, choices denied, and truth twisted in the name of tradition. When the world shut down, her voice finally woke up. A slap, a chapter on equality, and a single question changed everything. This is the story of a girl who refused to accept injustice disguised as religion, who searched for truth where lies were normalized, and who rose-not to destroy faith-but to reclaim its meaning. From a silenced child to the leader of a nation, her journey proves one thing: Her throne was not inherited. It was built on truth. She makes the world safe and better place for girls

​"I was a paper heart, waiting for the storm. He was the iron gate that stood against the wind." ​At fifteen, Aavya's world is reduced to the suffocating scent of marigolds and the weight of a bridal lehenga she was never meant to wear. Traded into a marriage to a man three times her age, she stands at the mandap, watching her childhood slip away into the sacrificial fire. ​But the ceremony is shattered when Reyansh, a twenty-one-year-old stranger with eyes like a quiet monsoon storm, refuses to let the injustice stand. In a heartbeat of courage, he rescues her from the altar-not to claim her, but to shield her. ​Within the safe, silent walls of Reyansh's home, Aavya finds her Aashray-a sanctuary she never dared to dream of. As the rain washes away the dust of her past, a fragile bond begins to grow between the girl with the paper heart and the boy who became her iron gate. ​In a world of harsh traditions, can two souls find peace in a sanctuary built on kindness? New chapter every day

When life's going gets tough, always remember the road that leads home. We all need someone to lean on. Family isn't always defined by blood, it's defined by loyalty, faithfulness and trust. Too many of us hasten off, wanting to be on our own because we have been betrayed. Too quickly we burn bridges, but what if we fixed em? What if we stayed? What if we made things right? You miss them don't you? Your Dad, your mum, uncle and aunt. Siblings, cousins; the name is yours to define. This book aims to give back what's lost, and help us become whole, united and unbreakable. To look beyond rage and fury, and see that humanity isn't perfect. Things are messed up but we can all have "One Big Happy Family."

Walkers - once humans who have abandoned their humanity. Beings that only exist by consuming human flesh. With the power of so-called Devils, whose abilities you can only borrow in fragments, you hunt them in the shadows of the night to protect a world that has long since fallen apart at the seams. During the day, you lead a different life: university, good grades, staying inconspicuous. Keeping your distance. Being alone. A fragile balance that only works as long as no one looks too closely. But this balance begins to crumble when you meet Clementine - a girl who asks questions where silence would be safer and awakens feelings you can't afford to have. Between morality and monsters, duty and humanity, one inevitable question remains: What really makes a person a monster? And when the line is crossed - who pays the price? (Male Hero / Nacht-based Reader × Clementine - University AU) [This story contains many inner monologues, which are presented in italics. The voices of the Devils appear in square brackets. Which voice is speaking at any given moment is deliberately left unclear-and that is precisely part of the concept.] Cross-posting on AO3 and Tumblr (Same Username)

They were loud. They were online. They told the truth. No one listened. Five years after a teenage boy is shot dead at a pit on the edge of a forgotten mining town, Detective Jayne Reddington returns to Roseville and finds the original case file. It was ruled cut and dry. A bad kid. A bad family. A single bad night. But the statements tell a different story. Through witness accounts, police interviews, and voices that refuse to behave, You Should Listen unravels the lives of the Indigo Children - teens who grew up under surveillance, suspicion, and silence. They joked when they were scared. Performed when they were hurting. Spoke loudly because being quiet never kept them safe. As Jayne reads, the case stops being about the past - and starts becoming about everything that was ignored: abuse that was reported, warnings that were documented, and children who were never believed. The truth was always there. It just wasn't convenient.

The version of our world, where people hibernate for winter like animals This is slice of life story of relationship between two girls, their preparations for yearly hibernation and family relations. Story explores topics of family support, risks and benefits of hibernation in the world where it's part of human condition.

Violet Potter is thirteen years old, now a teenager, and so ready to begin Year Three at Hogwarts. But nothing ever goes quite the way Violet hopes it will. Dementors are stationed everywhere around Hogwarts, and the otherwise enchanting Village of Hogsmeade by temporary Ministry of Magic decree. A high security convict has escaped from Azkaban Prison, and it is someone from out of Harry and Violet's past. Someone who was once such a trusted friend of Lily and James Potter that they named him Harry's godfather. Someone who would be sentenced to rot in Azkaban for mass murder. But did he really commit the crimes? It is none other than Sirius Black. The other last true Marauder, is the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin, who carries such a terrifying burden of his own that it has made him a lifelong outcast in magical society. But are they really the guilty ones? Or is there a cowardly and traitorous little rat lurking about...? Disclaimer: This is a fan reimagining of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling. I do not own anything of the series except for the characters I made up.