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He executed her once. Now Elara has returned three years before her death - forced back into the empire that betrayed her, and engaged once again to the emperor who signed her execution. This time, she swears: Never trust Kael Varethis. Never fall for him again. But the man who once watched her die is no longer the same. Kael remembers. The ruthless emperor now shadows her every step, destroys anyone who threatens her, and looks at her like losing her once already ruined him. Elara came back to survive. She didn't expect an emperor obsessed with keeping her alive. But in a palace filled with secrets, prophecy, and bloodstained fate... the most dangerous thing she can do is love the man who killed her.

_Tobirama's grand granddaugter, comming from one of the four prestigious clan in konoha ; The Massuri Clan, master of the Ice release kekkei genkai, teammate and lover of Itachi Uchiha. Kira represent an important figure among the shinobi world, a woman full of hope, dreams and a pure heart will face the hard truth of political corruptions behind the sacrifices and betrayal of ninjas from the leaf village. _Hiding her connection to the Senju's, and became an orphan at 14 years old. She will commit an unforgiveable crime and become a hated and haunted rogue akatsuki member, but none will know terrible choices she had nor the silent sacrifice she made. _Our protagonist will face the death of the ones she loves, the fall of a system, fights that she learns from and will battle during the fourth great ninja war. [ Story include pictures - narrated to the third person - Recaps after the end of an arc with annalyze ]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏. For centuries, her name has been whispered in fear. 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚. A woman of haunting beauty. A seductress. A curse. A legend no one dares to speak of after sunset. They say every man who falls under her spell is doomed to lose himself... and his life. Yug never believed in legends. Until the nightmares began. A pair of eyes that followed him in his sleep. A voice that called his name like a forgotten memory. A woman who felt strangely familiar, as if his soul had known hers long before his birth. With every passing night, the line between dreams and reality starts to blur. Secrets buried for centuries begin to awaken, and a sinister curse tightens its grip around him. Because Vishleena isn't merely a ghost story. She is waiting. And somehow, it's for him now. As forbidden attraction collides with ancient secrets, Yug is forced to confront a terrifying question: 𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞... 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭? 𝐴 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠. °°°°°°°° Thankyou for giving this story a chance!

There are some people you never truly say goodbye to.They remain tucked between fading photographs, unfinished letters, and the pages of a diary you never had the courage to throw away. Years after graduating from high school, Choi Y/N finds herself opening the diary she once wrote for the boy who taught her what love felt like for the very first time. With every page she turns, the present slowly fades, giving way to sunlit classrooms, rain soaked walks home, shared umbrellas, whispered promises, and the quiet heartbeat of youth. In those pages lives Kim Taehyung,the boy who arrived when love was still innocent, when forever didn't seem impossible,and when every ordinary day felt extraordinary simply because they were together. The Guy from my diary. Started: 1 July,2026 [Ongoing] I promise not to disappoint you'll.<3

Iris and Vee committed the ultimate sin in high school: they fell in love. But as daughters of rival Thai mafia bosses, their chemistry was a death sentence. They walked away, burying their secrets. ​Years later, Vee is a cold-blooded executioner. Iris is the target.

​The finest things are born from whim and devotion. ​Vivora Lorren DeMoore was the living damsel of her own tale, cherished beyond measure and forged in polished perfection. But the facade of innocence is a blade, and the truth of what she owes is beginning to bleed through. ​Beneath it all, a future not yet spoken and a legacy not yet named have begun to unravel. Whether all that came before was fate is no longer the question. ​Now, the matter of time has become a question of choice.

Light of Sight _English version of Noor-e-Basar_ In a world where shortcuts steal the beauty of long roads, three lives collide. *Zulekha* - a girl who changes herself for the man she loves, wearing her first lipstick just to see if he notices. *Janzaib* - torn between guilt, memory, and a promise he never meant to make. *Azar* - the man who owns an empire, but is poor when it comes to matters of the heart. One glance at a clinic. One white pair of jhumkas. One vow broken after 3 years. Sometimes the light you chase is not meant for you. And sometimes the darkness sees you better than anyone. A story of love, betrayal, _"majazi khuda"_, and the price of choosing the wrong path. _Will they find their way back to the light?_ Will each of them find their own Light of Sight?

The first time our pulses skipped, I knew I was condemned. In a world governed by the Heartbeat Contract, love isn't a choice-it's a physical merger. When two people fall, their hearts physically sync, forcing a shared biological rhythm. But for Caius Mourne and Mireya Solis, synchronization is not a fairy tale. It is a slow, agonizing execution. Caius is a man living on borrowed beats, a dangerous soul built on walls of ice and a terrifying family history of cardiac collapse. Mireya is a preservationist who knows exactly what happens when the bond breaks: either excruciating, body-shattering physical agony, or the systematic, irreversible deletion of every memory of the person you loved. They promised to stay apart. They swore never to let their heartbeats match. But when a forced assignment traps them within the same suffocating walls, the biological pull begins. The deeper the obsession grows, the tighter the contract binds, until their pulses start to mimic each other in a frantic, fatal dance. To love is to bleed. To walk away is to forget the only person who made their heart beat in the first place. How far would you go to remember a love that is actively killing you?

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

A time traveling Karl,cursed to move between eras and eons,for his love, Quackity, is born every other generation.Karl's love is within reach yet so far out of grasp as his love is doomed to perish or marry another in every life.And yet Karl remains,aiding in his love story or comforting him in his last moments.Through each death and each ring of the wedding bell, Karl's love does not hinder nor fall.

Issabella Cove Waters has always kept to herself,focused on school, her family, and avoiding the chaos that seems to follow her everywhere. But when her childhood friend Devon Black returns with charm, confidence, and a shocking proposal, her carefully ordered world is turned upside down. What begins as a seemingly harmless bet to make Issabella fall for him-quickly spirals into something far more dangerous and emotional than either of them expected. Between tutoring sessions, stolen glances, and moments of genuine connection, Issabella and Devon are drawn together in ways neither can resist. But the past is never far behind. Family secrets, hidden siblings, and a deadly underground fighting circuit test their trust and push their bond to the edge. As tragedy strikes and stakes rise higher than ever, Issabella must confront love, betrayal, and heartbreak. In a world where hearts can break in an instant, and lives can change forever, will Issabella survive the fall and will love be enough to save them both?

🔵Main story 🩵Triyglar story 🔴Harra and Fruider story 🟢Backrock story 🟣Rekaterac story 🟡Sodur story On the first day God said Let there be light. On the 2nd he created the sky over our heads and the vast seas. On the 3rd Day he created the land on which we walk. On the 4th day he created the Sun that lights up our world and the moon that rules the night. On the 5th day he Created the birds that soar above us and the fish that swim beneath the surface of the seas. On the 6th day he made the animals. Man and Woman. On the 7th day he rested thus it was holy. But what if there was an 8th day?

Book 2 in "Daughters of Eve" trilogy Before she became the girl who ran away, she was the girl who stayed. Adeline grew up in the second pew from the front as the preacher's daughter. She knew the rules of her home, the kind of love she was taught never to question, and the version of herself that had been decided for her before she was old enough to have a say. Then there was Darryl. Patient, steady, certain. He wanted to leave this town and he wanted to take her with him. And Adeline wanted to go. But wanting and doing are different things. This book lives in the space between leaving and staying. Where you can see the door and cannot make your feet move toward it. Where you love someone enough to want to follow them and are too afraid of yourself to try. Where you stand at the edge of something for so long that by the time you're ready, it's already gone. Because loving Darryl had been easy. Choosing herself had not. Small town roots. Inherited faith. First love that wasn't enough to save her. This is everything that happened before she left her home.

Harry Styles is one of the most celebrated acrobats of the Reverie Masquerade Circus, blessed with unmatched talent in the air and a dangerously magnetic charisma that has all of Europe under his spell. He's at the peak of his career: idolized, untouchable, suffocatingly perfect, everything he's ever wanted. And that means he has to smile. Always. Ciara is a young pickpocket that refuses to fall for the charm of a certain Brit's smile. She lives by the rules of the streets of Paris, where survival always comes first and hope barely stands a chance. Yet she still clings to the ghosts of dreams that once carried her to the next sunrise. On one of those nights, Harry's idyllic world slips into Ciara's decaying reality like an unexpected eclipse, shedding light on everything she once buried in the dark just to survive. And for a moment, he makes her believe again. In something soft, something fleeting. A world where she could rise from the ashes, where there are no limits, no rules, only the fragile promise of dreaming again. And it's there too, where the lines between love and horror begin to blur, dissolving into a dizzying dance of lingering caresses and lies she can no longer escape. A mirage that refuses to let her go. Welcome to the circus. * * * Start date: 25/11/25 End date: * * *

In this AU where love can exist beyond reality, Pai's life was never the same after the chaos of the wedding that shattered everything he believed in. The betrayal, the exposure of lies, and the collapse of trust left him broken. Tim-the man he once believed was his comfort, his safe place, his love-was revealed to be part of a scam built on fake identities and emotional manipulation, alongside Yu and North. Everything ended... or so Pai thought. After the disaster, Pai tries to rebuild himself. He forces himself to move on, searching for a new kind of love-something real, something that doesn't feel like deception again. But no matter how much he tries, the emptiness from Tim never fully leaves him. He tells himself he is done with the past. Done with Tim. Done with the pain. But fate has other plans. Because when Pai starts to heal and look forward again, something unexpected happens-something that changes everything. He discovers he is pregnant. And the truth that follows destroys whatever peace he was trying to build: The child is Tim's. The same Tim who scammed him. The same Tim who broke his heart. The same Tim he was trying so hard to forget. Now Pai is forced into a storm of emotions-betrayal, anger, fear, and an unwanted connection that cannot be erased. And Tim... who thought he had lost Pai forever... is pulled back into a reality he can no longer escape. In this AU, love didn't end with the scam. It evolved into something irreversible. Something painful. Something that ties them together forever.

SHADOWS OF FATE She studies suffering like a science. He was born to destroy worlds. The universe decided they were each other's problem. Wednesday Santora is Woe made flesh - a Child of Fate who catalogs misery with academic precision and a straight razor that opens doors between realities. Francesco is a Black Spiral Dancer who ate a Technocracy kill-squad for breakfast and called it a networking event. When a demon frames Wednesday for leveling Chicago, the only thing standing between her and the assembled wrath of every faction in the dark is a wolf who finds her professionally fascinating. That's the problem. Days of Fate, not Days of Choice. Every move they think they're making was already written. Every alliance, every betrayal, every impossible thing that shouldn't be able to happen between two people who are constitutionally incapable of it - already decided. The Loom doesn't explain itself. It just pulls. Content: Dark fantasy, World of Darkness setting, morally complex characters, slow burn that burns the whole building down, no redemption arcs because nobody here needs redeeming - they need to be exactly what they are. "All our days have come. All our days have gone."

She arrived with nothing but a voice that rearranged the air in every room she entered. He heard her once through a studio monitor and understood something he had never been taught to name. What grew between them was never permitted. What watched them from the forty-second floor was never going to allow it. Melissa Roberts built a following from a Memphis bathroom with a phone and six languages she taught herself by ear, never believing the industry would come for her with an offer she could not refuse and a clause designed to control who she loved. Jae Park arrived from Koreatown, Los Angeles, with a hard drive, a mother's medical debt, and the kind of talent that made powerful men calculate how to own it before it could own itself. They found each other in the margins of a building that did not believe in margins. They built something real in a space engineered to make real things impossible. Conrad Welles had spent three decades learning that everything could be acquired. What he felt when he heard her voice was not desire in any form he recognized. It was something older and more patient. Something that stopped performing reasonableness the moment he understood he could not have it. It is a story about what two people built while something powerful tried to unbuild them, about the cost of loving someone in a room where love was considered a threat, and about the price of a freedom that arrived too late to save what mattered most. It does not end well. It was never going to. © Relle H. all rights reserved.

Chiedozie Nwosu is a brilliant young African engineering student with a flawless future ahead of him. Elara Whittemore is the daughter of a desperate, debt-ridden British Lord, trapped by the expectations of her class. When a malicious lie places Chiedozie's life and freedom at the mercy of the local constabulary, a brutal bargain is struck in the dark. To buy his silence and unlock a hidden family fortune, Lord Arthur forces an impossible union: Chiedozie must marry Elara, becoming a prisoner to the estate, or face a life behind bars. Bound together by a cold contract and a shared betrayal, two solitary souls must navigate the sharp frost of post-war England. Can love grow from the soil of coercion, or are they merely collateral damage in a nobleman's game? AUTHOR'S NOTE "I wanted to write a story that felt like a lost classic-where the prose is as heavy as the Essex mud and as sharp as a Lagos sun. This is for the dreamers who found themselves in a world that wasn't built for them. Expect chapters that breathe, settings that bleed, and a romance that earns every single spark."

❝You were destined for me. . . perhaps as punishment.❞ In which Nyx de Sols, a Jedi Knight who was wrongfully mistaken for the chosen one before Anakin Skywalker was found on the sands of Tatooine, is forced into a mission where she has to work with the boy who stole her only title that validated her ability. Already suffocating on her suppressed emotions and her insufferable need to be perfect, Anakin showing her a life of rule breaking and vulnerability shatters her world. (disclaimer: i do not own star wars, only some of the plot that derives from cannon and my character(s)) trigger warnings will be highlighted before each chapter but overall expect mature themes and tragedy

Named after a dead girl, born in the aftermath of a funeral, raised as a consolation prize, given to a Don who's in love with a corpse, TamilRoja has only ever been a ghost. Aaranya, the Don of the Indian Mafia, had to bury his love at sixteen, and when his eyes catch onto TamilRoja, who wears the face of his dead lover, he decides to make her his. TamilRoja's father - subordinate to the Indian Mafia's southern operations - offers his youngest daughter to the Don, without hesitation. After all, the South has always paid its dues. To top this, political tensions rise in the mafia world, real danger looms close, TamilRoja discovers a secret about her missing brother, everyone is exactly what they said they weren't, and Agasthya, Aaranya's younger brother and underboss, seems to have his eyes set on a girl he can't have and won't forget. TROPES: Mafia Romance She fell first x He fell harder Eldest son x Youngest daughter Political Intrigue Yearning Grief And above all, True Love bleeding like a rose.