Strugles Stories

He learned early that hunger doesn't always mean food. Sometimes, it's the silence of an empty room... the absence of a voice calling your name... the feeling of standing in a crowd and still having no one. By day, he is just another student-quiet, unnoticed, chasing marks and a dream he isn't sure he can afford. By night, he carries a delivery bag heavier than it looks, walking past bright homes that were never meant for him. He doesn't complain. He doesn't expect. Because life has already taught him-nothing stays. Until one door opens... and someone looks at him not with pity, but with warmth. For the first time, he is asked to stay. For the first time, someone waits for him. For the first time, "home" doesn't feel like a distant word. But when you've lived your whole life believing you don't belong anywhere... accepting love can be the hardest thing of all. Maybe some people aren't born into families. Maybe... they find them.

Daniella Florakis loved her family. Well, not her blood family. Her mother died when she was barely ten, and she never knew who her father was. Not like that mattered. Her stepfather had been the best dad she could ever ask for, and when he passed, her stepsister, Iris, stepped up. Daniella was content with her simple life. That is, until Iris suddenly runs away. No explanation, no reason known, no heads up, nothing. Heartbroken and confused, Daniella is already struggling with figuring out her next step. Things only get worse when the police call, saying someone claims to be family. All of a sudden, she's whisked off to California and put in a house with six older brothers she didn't even know existed. But, hey, why is she complaining? This new life seems to be perfect. What complaints should she have as a long-lost heiress to a multi-million dollar company? However, she can't help but feel that something is wrong. Her suspicious are proven correct when she unveils the first secret that exposes a whole new set of intricately webbed lies. It's painful. It's messy. It's risky. But she won't stop. She can't. Because what else can you do when the reality you were living turns out to be a lie?

❪ ៸ black femoc x cortis ━━━━━ ! ﹆◞ ❫ ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 i keep 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 inlove 𝒅𝒂 da da 𝒊 keep falling 𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... ⠀⠀⠀ ! 𓄼 ━━━━━

A modern fiction on Pandavas and Draupadi ♥️ "We remember every promise... every tear... every mistake... But... She remembers none of it." As they near the end of their mortal lives, the five Pandavas ask Lord Krishna for only one boon-not a kingdom, not glory, not heaven. Just another life. A life where there are no wars to fight, no throne to protect, no vows to break. A simple life where they can love the woman who was their strength through every lifetime-Draupadi. Their wish is granted, but fate has one final test. The five brothers awaken in a new world with every memory of their previous life intact... only to discover that Draupadi remembers nothing. Nothing of their love. Nothing of their marriage. Nothing of the sacrifices they made together. Nothing of the pain they caused her. Only one person remembers everything-her fiercely protective brother, Dhrishtadyumna. And he has sworn that his sister will never suffer because of the Pandavas again. Now the five brothers must do the impossible. Not win a kingdom. Not defeat an enemy. But earn the heart of the woman they once called their wife... without the weight of destiny forcing her hand. For the first time, Draupadi is free to choose. And this time... The Pandavas will wait for her answer. Even if it breaks their hearts.

Ira Sareen lives under the command of Damein Blackwood. Screams were the common things in Blackwood Manor. Let's see how Ira survives under Damein who never shows mercy to his prey.

There are wounds that time cannot heal, only hide beneath the surface of a fake normalcy. After a series of irreconcilable obstacles and a pressure that became too heavy to bear shattered everything she was trying to build, she had to make the only choice possible to survive: to walk away and start over from scratch, one piece at a time. But fate never follows a plan. It takes very little to spark yet another media frenzy, one that will put every certainty to the ultimate test [Here for the Italian ver. https://www.wattpad.com/story/412030174?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Doesntmatter06]

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Ye sirf ek kahani nahi, meri zindagi ka sach hai. Mujhe apne bachpan ki bahut kam yaadein hain. Kuch panne bilkul khaali hain, kuch yaadein adhuri hain, aur kuch zakhm aaj bhi dil mein zinda hain. Is memoir mein main apni zindagi ke har us mod ko sachchai ke saath likh rahi hoon-bina kuch chhupaye, bina kuch badha-chadha kar. Ye kahani sirf meri nahi, un sab logon ki bhi ho sakti hai jinhone kabhi khud ko akela, toot hua, ya ansuna mehsoos kiya ho. Agar meri kahani kisi ek insaan ko bhi himmat de sake, ya usse ye ehsaas kara sake ki woh akela nahi hai, to meri likhai apna maksad poora kar kar degi. Ye meri zindagi hai. Aur ye lafz sach hai.

The only thing I didn't know by then was that in front of my shoe layed a half of a shuttered, glass bottle. In that one bottle once was whiskey. I notcied that only because I stared at it like it just killed me. The bottle rolled through the concrete making small, but hearable noise that hurted my ears, my body and my mind as I already knew I'm dead. ☆ ☆ ☆ Women who runs the world that not every human knows about. And a women who's only trying to survive but sometimes feels too much. Warnings: Violance Blood Drugs Illegal stuff Murder Alcohol I'll try to post a chapter every two weeks. *English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there is any mistake in the book./<_</ ☆

They say revenge is like a two-headed snake. As one head strikes your enemy, the other quietly turns and devours you from within. But what of love? What is the purest form of affection? Is it something that consumes you completely because you willingly surrender to it? Or do you try to consume it instead-to possess it, to control it, to keep it from ever slipping away? Julian and Clara shared a perfectly imperfect love: unconditional, kind, and unwavering. It was the kind of devotion that didn't demand perfection, only presence. The kind that chose each other, every single day. But when life places another devastating crossroads before them, will that love remain their greatest strength? Or will it transform into something far more dangerous-a volatile, breathless obsession that consumes rather than nourishes, where the boundaries of self dissolve within the chaos of another's orbit? Because sometimes the greatest love stories aren't destroyed by the absence of love. They're destroyed by having too much of it.

Kolkata's nightlife cast a deceptive glow. Behind its shining streets and shimmering lights lay a city wrapped in shadows-where secrets whispered louder than truth and lies wore beautiful masks. Amid this glowing illusion stood a lonely figure, hidden behind a radiant façade. She was admired, envied, and misunderstood all at once. To the world, she appeared flawless-confident, powerful, untouchable. But beneath that brilliance lived a heart weighed down by memories, guilt, and a past she could never escape. Kolkata was not just a city. It was a reflection of humanity itself-beautiful on the surface, broken underneath. She had once dreamed of a life filled with peace. But those dreams had faded long ago, replaced by restless nights and haunting thoughts. The past clung to her like a shadow, following her wherever she went, whispering reminders of everything she had lost. "Be brave." A quiet voice echoed inside Avni. She swallowed, her breath trembling. "Will this ever end?" she whispered into the darkness. Ryan's expression softened."It will, Avni. With your courage, it will." The shadows around her seemed to shift as if listening. People saw her smile, but not the pain behind it. They praised her strength, but never noticed how fragile she truly was. Sometimes she felt the darkness creeping closer, slowly wrapping itself around her thoughts, her fears, her heart. Little did she know... the darkness would soon consume her, testing the limits of her strength and heart. She clenched her fists, trying to hold onto the light. "Be brave," she whispered again, even as doubt trembled through her voice. As the lights of Kolkata glimmered in the distance, she stood alone-ready to face the shadows that had defined her life. And this... was only the beginning.

Rommel, a ten-year-old boy who only wanted to hunt for spiders, stumbles upon one of the legendary beings of Ibalon. From that moment on, creatures once thought to exist only in the stories of village elders begin to emerge from the shadows. Some greet him with curiosity, while others awaken with far darker intentions. Bound to a mysterious quest he does not yet understand, Rommel is drawn into an ancient curse that threatens to awaken beings long forgotten by time. Every step he takes brings him closer to secrets buried since the age of the Three Heroes-secrets that were never meant to be uncovered. Set in the early days of Guinobatan, Bicol, where mythical creatures have hidden in darkness since the fall of the legendary heroes, this adventure follows an ordinary boy whose single discovery may change the fate of Ibalon forever. Beware of reading this after dark.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐊-𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁 (𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊-𝐓𝐖𝐎) "Your Jae-Min is dead," he spat. "The Supreme Commander-in-Chief of Vylak-is gone. And you... you killed him." · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 - 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐞-𝐌𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 - 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨

"I like you, Arsala." Dialogues like that are meant to be ignored. Except nothing about Rayyan Uddin can be ignored. He was charming, persistent, handsome, and far too interested in a woman who wanted nothing to do with him. Arsala Rasheed doesn't have time for love. Not when her family is drowning in debt, her mother's health is declining, her sisters are falling apart, and they're barely keeping themselves afloat in this joke of an economy. So when a charming stranger walks into her life with heartwarming smiles and unshakable persistence, Arsala does what she always does-keep herself the hell away from him. Too bad Rayyan Uddin is used to getting what he wants. And for his cardio, Arsala is the first woman who doesn't care. What starts as an innocent search for solace soon turns into a dangerous gamble of hearts that no longer belong to them. And the cure for love is marriage they say. But love is not enough to survive a marriage, is it? Especially when there's a vast difference between the bank accounts of the bride and groom. Not when life becomes suffocating and when one person slowly fades so the other can make room for their own demands. Not when respect is lost. After all, falling in love is easy. Choosing to love the same person every day after that is the hard part.

On the real Fremont Street - the one behind the postcards - a cocktail waitress is about to find out who she really is. Reyna Vasquez has spent her whole life fighting for the block that raised her: a fading casino, a corner store, a grandmother who never explained why she chose Vegas over anywhere safer. When a hostile buyout threatens to erase everything she loves, Reyna discovers the family behind it is the one that's been hiding her - as its secret heir - for 26 years. Now she's caught between the billionaire sent to close the deal, who's falling for her before he even knows who she is... and a family fortune that could save her community, if claiming it doesn't cost her everything that makes her her. Hidden heir. Forced proximity. A found family worth burning down an empire for. Welcome to Fremont Street. It's about to get complicated.

with family and school complications, aveline struggles in success for education with harsh rumours to ruin her image. all she ever wanted was someone to care, although she met her 'first love', along with a new transfer she silently yet strongly admired.

To live up to his family's expectations, Jed must choose: Conformity or Love? When he falls for Jhon, he ignites a battle for self-acceptance against a wall of tradition. Will he break free, or be crushed by the pressure?

It's a story bout a writer who is facing different mysteries after seeing a young girl in red. Plz do give me ur thoughts. thank you.

"It's not that easy, Luke." She spoke, her words trembling as tears traced paths down her cheeks. "Amaya look at me." Her eyes are filled with tears and fear. I hate to see her like this, my heart aches when l look at her face. Her mind and heart is racing. I don't know what she is hiding from me but whatever it is, is killing her inside. "Please talk to me, what's going on...you can tell me." I said as l wiped her tears, hoping that she would open up. "I...l'm sorry l have to go." Before l could say a word she was already gone. "Amaya!" I screamed, hoping she would come back. What have l done? Amaya Andreev, a 21 year old Woman of God, pure at heart and loving. She is devoted in praying and reading the Bible but she struggles to keep her eyes fixed on the Lord when things don't seem to go her way. It may look like all is well with her life but like everyone else there seems to be something she keeps to herself and chooses not to heal from it...if only she knew the consequences of that. Luke Luciano, a 24 year old entrepreneur, who also works at a bank. He's part of a mafia group, led by his father. In the group he's the one that gets his hands dirty when no one else wants too. He's quite famous with the ladies even though he avoids them. He seeks for a better life, a clean life but is blinded by his thirst for violence. Will Amaya choose to let God in on her past and allow Him to treat her wounds or will she allow herself to die slowly in the inside? Will Luke allow the darkness behind the role he plays in the mafia drown him or will he face his fears and run towards the light?

Izabella devises a bizarre plan to fake her own "death" in an attempt to traumatize Zed, who has a crush on her. Her goal is to manipulate him into becoming her fiancé, planning to leave him at just the right moment. Despite her elaborate scheme, Izabella has secretly harbored feelings for Zed all along and struggles to confront them.