Uche Stories

tenta loves to play video games and living as a loner but all these change when he is transported to another world

Chika keeps giving herself excuses for why one man or another is not right for her, until she meets a man who doesn't match any of her specifications. However, she cannot seem to get him out of her mind. This is a story of two people who learn to love unconditionally.

I stared out the window and tried to sweep my mind clean of thoughts. it wasn't easy. my inner voice muttered and grumbled. I didn't want to be with my mother in this stupid car,heading for the stupid hospital, where I'd have to sit through a meeting of the stupid teen group! I didn't want to see all those kids with their bald heads and their IV poles, and I didn't want to hear their miserable stories. ????????? Find out more in this intriguing story about a girl who had diabetes and thought it was a death sentence and follow her on her journey through self acceptance. Give this story a try you will not regret it ????????? Follow me on instagram @lifeofaqueennn_ to see behind the scenes and how I come up these story idea #uche_writes ????????? Notable story rankings #1in what's going to happen #200 in life lessons out of 2.65k stories #340 in lifechanging out of 4.03k stories #3 in diabetic out of 10 stories And other notable ones but I am to lazy to write Thank you for giving me a chance.

The sin in being self centered, is being self centered.

PROLOGUE Some crowns don't shine. They don't glimmer under spotlights or sit heavy with diamonds and praise. They aren't announced when you walk into the room, and nobody bows when you pass by. These crowns are invisible-earned in private battles, sleepless nights, and prayers whispered so quietly even God has to lean in close to hear them. I used to think strength was loud. I thought it lived in raised voices, slammed doors, and survival stories told like trophies. I thought love was supposed to hurt first, then heal later-if it healed at all. I thought faith meant never doubting, never breaking, never admitting you were tired. I was wrong. Strength is choosing yourself when it costs you comfort. Love is recognizing peace when it finally stands in front of you. Faith is moving forward even when you don't feel worthy of what you're asking for. Houston teaches you that. This city doesn't pause. It hums. Breathes. Pushes you forward whether you're ready or not. Dreams are built in the heat here-sweat dripping, hands shaking, hearts hoping the ground doesn't fall out from under you before you make it to solid ground. I didn't know then that one moment-one glance, one unexpected encounter-would begin the unraveling of everything I thought I understood about loyalty, ambition, and the kind of love that doesn't beg, but waits. I didn't know silence could be so loud. Or that God sometimes answers prayers not with blessings, but with people. People who challenge your patterns. People who force you to confront what you've been settling for. People who don't rescue you-but stand beside you while you learn how to rise on your own. This isn't a story about perfection. It's about becoming. About two souls shaped by trauma, ambition, and faith-learning that crowns aren't handed out. They're earned. Quietly.