Trueheart Stories

A lady's maid fortune is about to turn when her mistress disappeared in the middle of the night. A note explained everything but----- could she risk it?

After 6 years, everything has changed, so this is new story - a fresh start. Checking if I can still write anything or have I improved at all.

A collection of written pieces from Unhinged Juvenilia.

The scary things can be your friends

Azia Levine, was a child who lost her family to a murder but now all grown up she has a darkness following her. Azia is faced with destruction everywhere she goes, will she make her own fate or fall into the one made for her? Forced by a king she will never trust to go to a new kingdom and find a way into the princes trusted circle, will she work for a king she hates or will she go farther into the darkness just to get away from him? started: july 1st, 2021

Two incomplete lives longing for love, affection and trust since long. Story of two hollow soules finding each other and completing their hollowness. Vanya and Matteo. Their journey to becomes each other addiction. From faking to her girlfriend to her wife she falls for him and he falls harder for her. *Copyrights* This is my book and all the characters names are fictional.

Back in the life of Cassidy Jensen. Having had her life thrown upside down when she went to live with her grandfather in northern Wisconsin, she was now out on her own. Trying to figure out who she was without the influence of everyone she considered her family. She was still in the middle of the Lycan world unable to figure out what her true purpose was but as she wandered into a territory that was connected to her past, she again had to figure out how to navigate this life of hers with the true information and something that in the end could change their how existence.

nothing juts some peice of my life which I went through and over came

Some things words can't explain but writing can.

faith's level is not an eternal thing. It goes up and down. Today, you're a believer, and tomorrow is the opposite. Our innerself is always changing, and that is human nature. but what's worse is when you don't even know how your inner self state, you want to know, you have this urge to know, but you can't, it almost feels like it's.... not there, so how would you know how it's doing? is it evolving into a pure angelic soul, or is it turning into a demonic evil creature? it feels numb it feels..... empty hallow ....... emptiness.

Truth that stays and remains forever..

"It only take one spark to shift reality, flick your lighter" With all you need what more could you want

The journey of a thousand words begins with love

The loss of my father was an unbearable pain. One that was indescribable. One that I couldn't of been prepared for.

"All these damn tears don't fix a thing but I can't stop them from flowing down my face."

Sequence of poems.

Not for Sale is a piercing anthology of spiritual awakening, inner conflict, and heartfelt introspection. Each verse serves as a call to the soul a resistance against worldly distractions, falsehoods, and the fading morality of modern life. W.A.N. explores the depths of human nature, rebellion, truth-seeking, and divine purpose through poetic expressions that are raw, unfiltered, and uncompromising in their sincerity. This collection is not merely literature. It is a voice of the heart, echoing through the chambers of faith, identity, and self-realization. From powerful critiques of societal decay to quiet whispers of longing for Allah's guidance, Not for Sale stands as a declaration: that the soul, once awakened, cannot be bought, silenced, or traded for illusions. These are not just poems. They are verses born from conviction, sanctified by struggle, and destined for those unafraid to reflect.

This is the place where my mind wanders and my thoughts are conserved and so I say to you I will leave you in the daze of my mind and bombard you with the thrilling of my imperfections. I'll show you what I see and what thoughts comes to play then I'll leave to find the answers to my whimpering statements for I do not know the meaning of itself.

Lies and thoughts