Unnoticed Stories

Anubhav Singh has spent years coming to the same bookshop in Jodhpur. Same shelves. Same silence. Same books. Until one afternoon, a girl walks in - face wrapped in black cloth, eyes uncovered, looking for a book she cannot find. She calls herself Radha. She speaks softly. She loves books the way most people love air - quietly, completely, without thinking about it. He helps her find her book. She smiles with her eyes. And just like that, without meaning to, without knowing it - he starts looking forward to afternoons. She comes back. They talk between pages and comfortable silences. He knows almost nothing about her. She never takes off the cloth. But somehow it doesn't matter. He thinks this is the beginning of something beautiful. But he has no idea. "Naam puchha. Radha boli. Aur usne sach maan liya."

Two hearts once bound by love are torn apart by choices they didn't make. Years later, fate gives them one more chance-but time has changed everything. In a quiet storm of longing, sacrifice, and what could have been, will love be enough to rewrite the ending?

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Felix never wanted attention. A new school, a new start - that was all he asked for. But someone was already watching. Someone who didn't believe in coincidence. To Hyunjin, Felix wasn't just another student. He was perfection. Fragile. Untouchable. An angel. And angels don't get to choose where they belong. You can run, angel. But you can't hide. •smut •manipulation •obsession •murder •brutal graphic scenes • drug use/abuse • rape •violence •stalking •And other mentioned in A/n Impressive rankings #15- trauma 28.12.25 #10- blood 24.05.26 #36- death 10.06.26 #3- bipolardisorder 09.01.26 #1- psychopath 23.01.26 #17- depression 29.03.26 #2- stay 11.02.26 #1- unnoticed 14.03.26 #2- sociopath 24.04.26

diary of a teenage girl, or my life starting at age 16 to now

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"Again!"Solange's mother sternly said as she whipped 15 year old Solange's small hand. That hovered over the piano keys.She balled her hand up from the pain that stung her knuckles. She sucked a breath in to hold back her tears.She could hear her sister Beyoncé upstairs laughing with her friends.Solange made herself disappointed knowing that she could never be as good or as beautiful as Beyoncé as her mother would say. "forget it sing...now!"Her mother said. As her mother plopped on the couch sipping her red wine as she watched her trembling daughter sing. "Well it's like cranes in the sky Sometimes I don't wanna feel those metal clouds Yeah, it's like cranes in the sky Sometimes I don't wanna feel those metal clouds!" COMING SOON....

Beguile Hearts 💞 Without any further delay the story is necessaries to begin with it's own spell of possession.. . Denumerable stories with districts characters and stories, not rigid to anyone still wished for you check out ; ) Adieu.. . Have a nice day! . . . . . . . ǫ : "Are these story based on love marriage?" ᴀ : "No, not a chance!" ǫ : "Adjustment?" ᴀ : *Tranquilized parted lips* ǫ : "Forced proximity?!!" ᴀ : *Unenviable smile* ǫ : "Then what the hǝɔk is this!!?"

In the midst of a noisy celebration, where people pretend to be happy, the main character stands as a quiet observer-unseen among the laughter and hollow conversations. To the rhythm of music that means nothing to him, he tries to blend in, but every word, every movement only deepens the distance between him and the rest. And when the night ends, only one question remains: was there ever a place for him there at all?

Twisted Path is a collection of short stories that wander through the quiet corners of ordinary lives-and the unexpected turns that change them forever. Along these pages you'll meet strangers at crossroads. Some stories are warm. Some are unsettling. Some feel like déjà vu. Each one explores the moments we rarely notice-the seconds before a decision, the weight of what-ifs, the beauty in detours, and the quiet consequences of chance. No two stories are the same. But each one will leave you wondering: Which path would you have taken?

Jay hasn't known love, will he ever open his heart? Will he shut his Friend Sophie out or invite her into his heart to stay, will his heart be broken

Aleyah McFarland is a regular 14-year-old girl, navigating high school, friendships, and family life. But behind closed doors, she's living a double life as Delilah Reagan, a rising pop star with a growing fanbase. As her fame escalates, so does the pressure to keep her secret under wraps. Juggling school, friendships, and her family's expectations becomes a lot harder when every decision she makes feels like it could blow her cover. With her true identity at stake, Aleyah must find a way to balance the two worlds before everything she's worked for unravels. Will she be able to stay "unmasked," or will the truth catch up with her?

This book of poetry is about unspoken words that haven't been said. And a lot more of the unspoken words are things I haven't said yet.

Just a little somthing. I write a new part everytime I feel that what I've written is good.

Unang gawa ko palang po ito, kaya please support me for this story. This is really happening. But first of all, like this story and just follow me. I promise you will be inspire in this story "Nung una ay sa pag kilala ko palang sayo ay kinakabahan na ako Nung una nahihiya pa ako sayo Nung una'y akala ko hindi ako magkakaroon ng pag tingin sayo" "pero.." "Nitong lagi tayong magkasama.. unti-unting nahuhulog ang puso ko sayo."

Ever wondered what's on the other side?

an archeologist finds an old tapestry hanging inside the mausoleum built for the first lady of the Yao-Ting noble family which brought peace within the lands of Orient.

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a poem based on box breathing