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In the corridors of high school, life is a delicate balance of reputation, grades, and friendships. Still, when the lives of the Rathore and Oberoi families become very entangled, the result is a beautiful, chaotic formula no one saw coming. • Agastya × Suryanshi: The school's intimidating football captain hides his academic ambition behind a cool exterior, while the brilliant choir leader hides her longing behind her books until a slow-burn tutoring arrangement between them changes everything. • Deep × Tanya: The school's reckless, hot-tempered playboy meets his match in a disciplined, sharp-witted 10th-grader who refuses to be intimidated, sparking an instant "bully meets the girl who stands up to him" dynamic. • Sourab × Preeti: A gentle, rom-com-loving aspiring architect who dreams of real love walks right into the life of a guarded, introverted volleyball player healing from her past, trying to prove that safe and poetic love actually exists. My chapter's grammatical errors are modified using AI, but if there are still some errors I'm sorry for that.

Delilah Belton to the eyes is a sad blonde barbie, in her mind, she's anything but that. She betrays societal rules just to think freely for herself. Are selfless givers beggars, are greedy takers powerful? Is it the other way round? She uses every single thought to apply this to her life, and soon, she's living in a universe only she can call her own. Only one unexpected person can find her in it, and his name is Dee Anderson. He finds her within these thoughts, and he sees a crippling soul. He sees a woman who knows too much too young, who's trapped in a hole where she carries the weight of the world in her head, and can only see nothing but disappointment at the end of it. Love yourself before you love someone else. Can Delilah stick to that thought, or will she fall for a breath of fresh air that may or may not be contaminated? triggers: VIOLENCE, IMPLICATIONS OF ABUSE + STRONG LANGUAGE

Random shower thoughts I have. I post weekly! Sorry in advance for any... imagery :P

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These are a collection of poems written by me. I hope you enjoy. Some of these are very personal to me Others just speak of human habits Or the world in general. Please enjoy and give me feedback!

I stepped back out into the lightly lit hallway and began to walk towards the final room, the pink and purple door. I giggled at the sign that hung on the back, reading, ¨No Boys Allowed!¨. I pushed the door open, softly this time, and peered around the room of a little girl. Her bed was still made, her toys were picked up and placed neatly into the correct places. The window sills were white, and the carpet was a soft pink. I looked towards the closet and a surprised smile crossed my lips. She left her pictures up on the walls. I ran my fingers softly over the photographs, sadness slowly morphing my smile into a grimace. She was so small, blonde, and beautiful. I walked over to the rest of the pictures - freezing as the floor groaned underneath my weight. I tensed my body, waiting for my heartbeat to slow before looking at the pictures once again. My fingers froze over one photograph, the photograph that held four little girls rather than one. A blonde, two brunettes...and one black-haired little girl sat perched with big smiles underneath the big tree. That little raven-haired girl, was me. My eyes flew open as I named the two brunette girls from school. Sarah, and Kaylnn, and? I looked at the back of the photo for the name of the blonde girl. ¨Anna?¨ My heart began to pound as realization dawned on me. The little blonde girl, the tree, the woods, this house? I whirled and stepped forward, my mind racing at the revelation of a memory. Just as my foot went down, I lurched forward and plummeted through the floor of the room. I heard the sound of a scream echo throughout my ears, along with the cracking of the woods and the whirring of air in my ears. I landed on my back, two floors down. The noise had been replaced with a steady ringing noise, and my body was numb. I felt the steady thud of my heartbeat, until a beautiful silence surrounded me. I told you, I adore the sound of silence.

Here we delve into my own thoughts.

Some days are hard. There are times when things go by without being noticed. Alya goes through her day-to-day life, quietly watching the world around her-small gestures, quick glances, and the steady beat of life. A story about paying attention to, feeling, and making sense of the little things that often go unnoticed.

Hier kommen kleine Geschichte, meistens nur einzelne Szenen, die in keine der Konzepte meiner im Moment entstehenden Bücher passen :D viel Spaß ;)

Small tidbits of feeling, thought and memory each stamped with the time I began to write. All entries are personal and purposely vague. Please respect my thoughts and enjoy. Feel free to leave comments and suggestions.

This short heart touching poem dedicating to those who suffered, endured all the pains and died the terrorist attacks of the past years and mostly in 2015 in Paris, Syria, Russia and many more. This poem conveys a message to all of you for remembering the harsh and bitter hours and to spread harmony everywhere. May the New Year spread the sunshine of love, peace and harmony among us all.To make make this mother not to shed any more tears.

Poems ive written from raw emotion

The following content is designed for a tolerant, but not limited to a knowledgeable audience. Reader's discretion is advised: Rob, a reluctant yet hesitant criminal, is the one who you can trust to get an odd job done; he's street smart. Diligently making a name and gradually developing a reputation for himself in Liberty City; Rob finds himself entangled in a drug heist gone wrong, thus forcing him to surrender and get apprehended for smuggling narcotics. While doing his time in prison and hoping to make up for his past, Rob decides to create a list of the people he should target whilst starting off with a clean slate upon his release. He then discovers that there are major flaws in his plan. Welcome to heartbreak: a story of internal struggle and painstaking seriousness with subtle hilarity. A series of daring yet meticulously ambitious heists set amidst the backdrop of one of many egregiously corrupted cities that just might set him, and 2 other very unique individuals, up for life. Delve into the enthralling, inglorious experience of 3 very conflicted people... What the Critics had to Say: "Captivating," The American Diet "Invigorating," Walter White "Fulfilling," Chris 'GD' Christie "This time, he's fighting for his life," Rambo Stallone. "Inspiring and calm," Morgan Freeman "The truth is out there. Does anyone happen to know what anal probing is?" Chris Carter "Your top rated source for ever-evolving, slightly altered... news if you will," manipulative/fake Fox News & ... Friends? "So why is it that I'm writing for free online? Ad revenue, a voice for the people, copyright, or impossible popularity?" a writer "This is the real deal: frequently being on the road; missing my wife. Luckily, this book acts as a replacement and a dominant Dubs win," Warriors bandwagon fans & Globetrotters. *A/N- Be sure to tune in every weekend, or repeatedly read the same long a** chapter.

All you see is empty pages and blank faces and you tend to think to yourself is this the real me am I really here? In reality you aren’t.

Hello, I've been wanting to write for a while and well. This is me trying. I will go through and edit a lot. This will be a romance with some smut. I'll list trigger warnings as I do cover sensitive topics. Love y'all (proper book cover coming soon)

Ava and Andy couldn’t be any more of opposites. They meet and instantly become attached, despite the fact every conversation is an argument, and they nearly hate each other’s guts. But in one moment, everything changes, and something happens that neither of them expected; they fall in love. But will their improbable romance survive, or crash and burn?

a sketch about forgetfulness

Test run poetry. These are a four-part foray into different styles of poetry in order to find which type I prefer writing in. & yes, that is a photo I took with my phone + Aviary Photo Editor.

As the title suggests, these poems have been constructed out of inspiration or as I like to call it- writing when you're in the mood.