Tears Stories

Stories about Malachi barton and Y/ n and some of the world's colide tour this updates Every 2nd day and get 4 new chapters Sarted: 15/12/2025 Ended:

how peculiar! how will that sit with the crystal gems? -------- yeah, this seems like a fun concept to play with. if a cluster can have sentience why not a gem of corruption? But since it's corruption, you can't expect your intelligence to be very high. Not at first at least. ;3 also, when I mean the entire show's cast. not just universe himself. Steven Universe belongs to Rebecca Sugar. The cover and monster-reader's existence belongs to me. Cover belongs to me. Published: November 21 2019 There's a sequel. Here: https://my.w.tt/IXyix7qii5 #4 in corrupt! #3 in stevenuniverse! #2 in stevenuniverse! #1 in maternal!

Eight letters-Three words-One meaning

Alizey Tariq. Eighteen years old. The light of every room she walked into. The daughter every parent dreamed of, the sister every brother bragged about, and the friend everyone wished they had. Sweet. Innocent. Untouched by the dark realities of the world, living a life surrounded by love, laughter, and the kind of naivety that made her glow like a star in a moonless sky. She thought she knew what life was. She had no idea her real story was just about to begin. Khizer Shahid. Thirty years old. A man feared by many and loved by none. CEO by day, Mafia king by night. The world bowed to him - businessmen, politicians, criminals - yet he stood utterly alone, untouched by affection, incapable of tenderness. Life had carved him from stone, heartless and merciless, after a childhood drenched in blood and betrayal. At least, that's what he believed. Khizer wasn't looking for love. He didn't even believe he deserved it. But fate - cruel, merciless fate - had other plans. --- It started with a simple favor. Pick up his best friend's little sister from her university. A girl he hadn't even met before. A favor that would shatter everything he thought he knew about control, about power, about who he was. Because when Khizer Shahid's eyes landed on Alizey Tariq for the first time, it wasn't curiosity he felt. It wasn't interest. It was possession. Pure, primal, undeniable. In that single moment, he decided: She would be his. No matter what it took. By hook or by crook. By love or by hatred. He would tear down the world to have her, and God help anyone who stood in his way. When the cold-hearted beast finds himself bound to a childlike beauty... When complaints turn into pleas, When pain turns into an addiction, When hatred threatens to destroy what little love they have built, When the past refuses to stay buried, When the cost of loyalty is betrayal... Will he be able to hold onto her? Or will he lose the only salvation he ever had? *****

මැරුණු සිතකට පණ ගන්න පුළුවන් ද ?? එකම එක අවස්ථාවක් ලැබෙයි... තවත් අතකින් එම හදවතේ සුවය පිණිස තවත් හදවතක් බිදී ගිය හොත්...? ඔහු කාලයේ අවෑයමෙන් අදුරට ඇබ්බැහි වී ඇත... එමදු , සිත සුවපත් වූ තැනැත්තා තම රාජකාරිය අවසන් කළ යුතුය....!! Taekook 💗✨ [ මෙය මාගේ මනසේ මැවුණු මනඃකල්පිත කතාංගයක් වන අතර කතෘ / මාගේ අවසරයකින් තොරව කතාංගය වෙනත් සාමාජ ජාලවල උපුටා ගැනීම , pdf මාර්ගයෙන් පිටපත් කිරීම තහනම්ය ! නීතිමය ක්‍රියාමාර්ග ගැනීමට පසු නොබසින බව කාරුණිකව දන්වා සිටිමි ! ]

Some song melodies are forbidden, they say, and in Venice, the cost of a duet is the city itself." Aria is "The Sovereign"- an iron-willed guitarist whose silence is her most potent tool. Kaelen is "The Ember"- a stoic violinist whose melodies are suffused with a fire that he can not regulate. For five hundred years, they have been reincarnated in the mist that beckons from the lagoon, oath-bound to repress their call to their souls or risk reducing the world to coal... But in the winter of 2012, three friends happen upon a silver-bound book in a sunken archive, and the "Impossible Symphony" starts to play again. While the tide is rising and the ancient poison threatens to drown all their memories, Aria and Kaelen are faced with the decision of whether they will remain in the safety of the frost or risk everything in order to have just one scorched and beautiful note. "The fire is waking. The ice is melting. And the Hunter is listening

People believe that life should be gentle, that love arrives softly and happiness follows in quiet steps. But life isn't kind to everyone. There is a girl whose story began with hurt long before anyone noticed she was breaking. Raised in a home where affection was an illusion, she learned early that survival often replaces hope. Life never gave her a moment to breathe, yet she kept moving, carrying wounds she never asked for. When her world grew darker, she did what she'd always done; endure. Silent. Steady. Alone. "The Shattered Soul - Volume 1" traces the journey of a woman shaped by pain and a soul trying to hold herself together in a world that keeps pushing her apart. ___________________ ❥ Start~ 17/06/2025🌷 ❥ End~ ☞☜⁠ Ranking #1 in Shattered out of 2.98k stories #1& #2 in Burden out of 551 stories #2 &#4 & #5 in Twist out of 9.87k stories #6 in evil #4 & #5 in tears out of 22.8k stories #6 in separation out of 5.65k stories #6 in torture out of 9.51k stories #1 in familyissues out of 6.47k stories

هل يمكن للرائحة أن تكذب؟ عشت في قاع الظلام أجهل من أنا في دفئ وسعادة كانت مجرد تمثيلية مؤقتة ومتقنة. وها أنا وحدي أستخلص من دموعي عطرا عتيقا يفوح بمرارة الحقيقة.

Here you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check up on your friends, your family, your acquaintances, your enemies and people you don't even know. You never know what they're going through, and the difference you might make to them.

What's it mean to live? To embrace the present, having forgiven the past and forgotten the future? ~ This is the collection of my poetry from 2025 and 2026 :)

My compilation of poems, letters, and speeches... mostly about love and angst. "Poetry is what makes me open... It clears my thoughts, letting me express what I feel deep inside... It's harmonic and mellow like a magical lullaby..."

𝓙𝓪𝔂 𝓳𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼... 𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼...𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽..... 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓭,𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮? 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽.... 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 ? 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓭? 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝑒 ? ...~... 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝

She had gotten used to being alone. . Being hidden from the world, but then he arrived, and nothing was the same anymore..... For he was the first, to let his gaze linger on her, longer than necessary. She tried to ignore him, as much as possible, but he seemed to be everywhere, she was, making it hard, for her. He claimed her as his partner in Crime, before she could even utter the word , ' no.'

♡ISHQ DI BAAZIYAN♡ They never believed in love. Not because their hearts were empty, but because the world had taught them to guard them well. Two souls-innocent, untouched by promises, unfamiliar with ishq. They met without expectations, without dreams of forever. Just stolen glances in crowded hallways, just silences that felt safer than words. What began as coincidence slowly turned into comfort. Smiles lingered longer. Conversations grew softer. And somewhere between shared laughter and unspoken pain, their hearts forgot how not to feel. They didn't fall in love loudly. They fell quietly-like rain on dry soil, like prayers whispered to the night sky. This is the story of two pure souls who never searched for love, yet found it in each other- gentle, fearless, and beautifully inevitable. 🌙💖

सिर कदमा ते धारांगी रांझेया वे जीवे काहवेगा करंगी रांझेया वे~ ♥︎ ★"ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ - ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ."★ Akshat singhania, the CEO of Singhania and Co. Isha Mehra, the cardiologist of the best hospital in banaras It's been nearly two months since Isha and Akshat tied the knot, yet the silence between them still lingers-loud and unresolved. Their wasn't a union born of love, but of obligation. Isha, pushed into marriage by a stepmother eager to rid herself of a burden she saw as nothing more than a responsibility. And Akshat-his heart heavy with the weight of guilt-had surrendered to emotional blackmail, manipulated by the memory of his late parents, used by a cunning aunt to seal his fate. Now, two strangers live under the same roof, bound not by affection, but by the ghosts of choices they never truly made. 𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 𝒢𝓁𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓈𝑒~ Akshat swiftly caught her wrist and leaned over, his smirk playful but intense. Her breath hitched. "toh....aap viratpaglu hai?" he whispered huskily. "Come on then, let me turn you into Akshatpaglu." °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ "Bhai, kitna time lagega aur?" Harshit's voice crackled through. Akshat replied, "Another hour, max." Harshit burst into laughter, "Abe, tu car chala raha hai ya dhakka maar ke la raha hai?" -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ♡ 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼~ ○ Sunshine × sunshine ○ CEO × Cardiologist ○ Forced marriage Rankings went:- [#1. admire] [#1. closeness] [#1. wattyindia] [#1. blush] [#1. efforts] [#2. varanasi] [#2. flirting] [#2. affection] [#4. cardiologist] [#9. twist] [#23. fun]

She doesn't smile. She doesn't run. She walks like a funeral- quiet, cold, and inevitable. Sidra was born with shadows braided into her hair and silence stitched beneath her tongue. She loves the scent of graveyards more than roses, and she finds comfort in what others flee from: death. But something older than death is watching her now. Something buried beneath fields of ghost-white dandelions... Something that whispers when no one listens. "The dandelions bloom, even in snow. What grows in death, should never grow." One evening, beneath a split sky- half dusk, half moonless night- she sees it: A crack in time. A figure from a forgotten empire. A warning wrapped in petals and pain. As the veil between the past and the present thins, Sidra must walk a path laced with riddles, haunted by visions, and followed by the echo of a curse that chose her before she was even born. "They thought she was strange. They didn't know... she was chosen."

🌷 "තමුසෙනම් මහ මෝඩයෙක්....... මන් තමුසෙ ගැන මෙච්චර හොයල බලන්නෙ මොකටද කියලවත් තේරෙන්නෙ නැද්ද.??..." බිදුනු හදවතක මතකයන් අලුත් කරන, ආදරයේ අකුරු හතරට අරුතක් ගෙනෙන ප්‍රේමාන්විතයෙකුගේ හදුන්පොතක දිගහැරුමක්....✨ - - - A boy who with fight.A boy who with feel. love was...Too much....

This is a collection of my English poetries. These poetries are some of my best heartfelts. I have created these with all of my emotions. These poetries will make you feel a lot of emotions....and a part of you will always connect to some part of my poetry. I hope my poetries can heal the broken part of your beautiful soul.

Heyy everyone!! I am...someone It's my first book!! Based on poems, poetries, sometimes quotes. Ones completely random(majorly dark) to help you see yourself, to help you understand how you feel. I had written a long description but it got deleted...yikes!! but here we are, I also write series, novel like... I'll publish them as well if I get support. Until then, delve into the world of messages conveyed through metaphors, between words. Catch the meanings if you can...

Meaningless drifts through the quiet spaces between thought and feeling, where words linger like smoke in a midnight car. A collection of reflections, fragments, and fleeting truths, it explores the subtle weight of existence, the irony of moments we clutch only to watch slip through our fingers, and the beauty hiding in small, overlooked fragments of life. Dark red and maroon bleed through its pages, a dance of roses and shadows, vanilla-sweet nostalgia, and the soft hum of music you hear only when the world is asleep. It is a mirror to the restless heart, the late-night wanderer, the dreamer who searches for meaning in meaninglessness. Here, every line whispers, every pause matters, and the reader becomes both spectator and participant in a journey that refuses easy answers-but never refuses emotion.