Two-shot Stories

I am going to write all my One Shots and Two Shots here. Some will be good and passionate. Some will be hurtful and emotional. Some will be sweet and romantic. So choose yours... and click on the book to read more.

haikyuu KiyoYachi AU where Kiyoko is an famous singer and Yachi is a fan of her. Two-shot

Ships, angst, wholesome, etc. You name it.👍

"How silly of him" A faint smile lifted the corner of Yashoda's lips up "You're everywhere Kanha, in this small statue, in the soil and air of Vrindavan, in every droplet of Yamuna, in the heart of every Gopi, in our very consciousness and-" "And in you, Maiya" An alien yet utterly familiar doux voice brought an abrupt halt in Yashoda's track making her body went numb. ________ Copyright © Arjunaradhika 2022 All rights reserved

Twins born with opposite elements. Together, they were unstoppable. Two-Shot.

Marriage is a pure bond,no? People think that after you reach a certain age get married have children and boom! A perfect life But is it really a that easy? What about the emotional turmoils of the both individuals? Let's dive into the journey of two individuals who are getting bounded by A marriage

"Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it." ― Rumi And this is what happened with Shravan Malhotra, an MBA student, a poetry lover; when an unknown girl with an S.T initial shook his world and turned it into sheer bliss. Excerpt: "The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand." - Rumi His eyes lingered...not on those lines, but the little cursive line written under Rumi's powerful words. "what if they are soulless..." He had been looking at those words for exactly twenty minutes, mere words, but...someone had written this, may be they were not in a good mood, or may be...he took out his pen and twirled between his thumb and index finger... He felt stupid, but still he couldn't hold back, "Expecting everyone to understand you is your greatest downfall..." He closed the book and put it again at the same place on the rack from where he had taken it down. Disclaimer: I tried to write something different this time. Hope I didn't disappoint.

In English we simply ask, "If I die, would you remember me?" But in the language of poetry: "If someday, like stars that shine for a fleeting moment, i fade into the depths of darkness, would your sky miss my spark even a bit?" -butterflyoveryourwounds

Sorts of Harry Potter Imagines

He was the thief, yet she was the one who had stolen his heart. The pirate and the princess. Historical AU (HarryxEvie).

A Camren two-shots about falling in love with someone beyond what you see from the outside.

Feelings were intricate. They were hard to understand and cannot possibly be changed. And not to mention, they were unpredictable; it could lead you to doing something you'd normally never even think of doing. That was what Rokuro thought. For example, punching a guy out of nowhere for a girl he tried to talk with, to which he assumed as 'flirting'. Of course, he wasn't the type to being emotional, as he was often referred to as 'reckless' and 'impulsive', rather than 'the idiot is actually contemplating about feelings'. However, fate could be so cruel at times. He ended up liking- no, loving the girl he didn't ever like at the very start. As stubborn he can be, he tried to make the feeling "go away", but he couldn't just let go of his feelings as easily as he thought. No matter how much he denies it, he knows the undeniable truth. That he couldn't let go his love for the girl, whom he hated at the beginning. [I may be stupid, but that doesn't mean I can't have feelings like any other person.] What feelings does he have, I wonder? [UNEDITED; I suggest you read it when it's done editing, as the current story is... well, cringy :")]

La vallée de la fin. Dernière confrontation entre Naruto et Sasuke. Naruto arrivera-t'il à ramener Sasuke au village, comme promis ? Ou tous deux laisseront-ils enfin tomber ? Est-ce trop tard ? Cinq ans plus tard, c'est à Sakura de leur parler; mais ce n'est pas un adieu. Attention, Fin alternative.

It'll follow my current story as well as future ones as I make them. This will alternate between different courses of choices, as well as general interests.

He is a perfectionist.... She is a messy queen.... He wants everything to be in order... She always mixes up everything.... He values time and is way too professional in all his endaevours... She does not know how to handle time properly and she never cares about anything in her life.... What happens when they meet???? Its a short story on our favorite couples Abhi and Pragya... A happy go, comic story with unexpected twists and turns... Text fully copyrighted: ©Crazymahiz™, 2020® .... #1 in Two shots (21/09/2018 to 25/09/18) #3 in kkb (25/9/18) #4 in kumkumbhagya (27/8/18) Each and every word written in this story are of my imagination and it has no relationship with the profession and not to hurt any persons in reality... I It's a fictonal work purely meant for fun and entertainment.... I have copyrighted all my works... Don't steal my works .. Dare to steal my works without my knowledge, you will get punished for sure....

Headcanon #205: During the time of building the Argo, Leo thought of what he would do after the Quest and war - if he survived - he decided that when it was all said and done he would do what he always did best - run. He'd pimp out the Argo and go far, far away. When Jason learned of his plans, he did not yell or scream, instead he silently begged Leo to stay, to give the son of Jupiter something to go back to after the war. Leo's answer was their first kiss.

as the title one shots there can be two or three shots too. just a bit of Suvan stories going on in my mind

An anthology of two-part stories. Some of them are excerpts from multi-chaptered projects that remain incomplete, while others are stand-alone and want an audience.

-Él es real... -susurro, un susurro que fácilmente podía no ser escuchado. El chico sabía que él era real. Estaba en frente suyo, mirándole con una sonrisa y acariciando la mejilla propia con su mano, grande y cálida al tacto. -Claro que lo soy, niño... -le respondió aquella persona, acercándose con una sonrisa socarrona al menor. - Te lo he dicho miles y miles de veces. [ADVERTENCIA: esta historia tiene contenido yaoi, homosexual, chicoxchico no explícita. Si a usted no le agrada este género, pido cordialmente que salga de la historia sin dejar malos comentarios o denuncia.] La imagen de la portada no me pertenece.