Warmth Stories

Somewhere in the world, there is an island that has never known war. Its people put others before themselves. When enemies come, they do not fight. This is not a law. It is simply who they are. Laroo has grown up unwanted by his own mother. J is a fugitive who washed up on the island's shore. When Laroo stumbles into the Akasha - a strange space between lives - he is assigned a team of past-life guides to help him unravel his family's pain. They mean well. They are also, to put it gently, a little clumsy. This is a story about the bonds between people that stretch across lifetimes. About the stranger who arrives exactly when you need them. About a gentleness that, quietly, changes everything. Based on the Japanese novel 前世旅行社 by M. Nishio.

In the hope of being liberated from inherited patterns that the brain refuses to swallow 🌼

Maisie Wrenwood never planned on crossing paths with Fred Weasley. He was chaotic, she was soft - strangers from different worlds who collided by one shared class. But at Hogwarts, even the strangest beginnings can turn into something you never saw coming. Fred Weasley x OC | Strangers to Lovers | Years 5-6 Spellbound 🪄 ↠ book 1 of 3

He was an introvert and she was a naive. She was his best buddy while he was her support. She was the limelight of the public while he was the one saving the innocent from being misjudged in law. But it became difficult to save him from the law of God. And she became living stone searching for her love, her support. Will she find him ever? Though the chances r high. Is thier something like afterlife!? Well here's the roller coaster begins.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 3 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘝𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘶-𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 6 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Tropes: Found family, Single-father, Young ault. Warnings: Contains Grief, Graphic descriptions, Anxiety/Panic Attacks

just some random poems that i wrote, with no theme really in mind. i'd appreciate any constructive criticism, because these are my first poems ever!!

She had it all, then she didn't.

Adhya Mishra & Ishaan Raizada "Do you wanna go out with me?" The question hung in the air, catching him just as his hand met the cold brass of the doorknob. I'm barely half his size-a pocket-sized complication in his very peaceful life-, but in my head, I fit perfectly in the crook of his arm. He paused, his shoulders dropping in a silent sigh before he turned. He took those slow, deliberate steps toward me, closing the distance until the world was nothing but the scent of his laundry detergent and the looming shadow of his height. "If you keep doing this," he murmured, his voice a low vibration in the quiet street, "people are going to think I'm tricking you into liking me. So, stop the experiments and go inside. We have an exam tomorrow." Then, he reached out and ruffled my hair-that careless, affectionate gesture that always leaves my heart a mess and my hair even worse. How is anyone supposed to stay sane when he does that? "Okay then," I countered, beaming up at him with a grin that probably showed too many teeth. "We'll go out after graduation. It's a date." He didn't argue. He just gave a curt, resigned nod and gently spun me around, nudging me toward my gate. Living next door to him was the best thing ever. I walked to my porch feeling like I was floating, my head spinning with a feeling I can't even describe. I just wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever. Just before slipping inside, I couldn't help it-I looked back. He was still there, rooted to the spot, watching me make sure I got in safely. I blew him a theatrical kiss, and for a second, the cool, nonchalant boy next door actually turned a frantic shade of pink. He ducked his head, finally turning toward his own door, and I practically fell into my house, leaning against the wood with a breathless laugh. Exam? What exam? I'd already passed the only test that mattered.

Welcome, Demigods! Please enjoy Campfire time, where everyone relieves their stress and gets along with other Campers. The rules are stated in the first chapter of the story

Everyone gathered at their old Classroom at the top of the mountain, waiting for their friend to arrive who is always late as usual. But what if he doesn't come alone? Who are those two children with him? And why are they calling him Daddy? This is combined work of @Maaheen11 and @YouDontKnowMe3815 Please do not copy the plot and read it since I want to make @YouDontKnowMe3815 happy and give her confidence that she writes amazing! Please follow her and read her stories!

Hello readers! This is my first story here. Well guess what I didnt wrote this story but my mind did. Basically I have a weired habit of dreaming storylines in a sequence and most of times I am lucid dreaming in them. So this is one of my dreams I would like to share you with, (basically I took ideas from my dreams), this may take some parts but I promise, you will enjoy it.

❝ let's warm up by the fire, love ❞ ━ as the snow fell down onto middle earth, it is no surprise most residents across the land stays inside with the fire burning bright on the fireplace to warm themselves with perhaps a nice steaking cup of brewed tea and a book to read with the person they adore beside them, cuddling beside the warmth of the fire that is... that's what bilbo baggins does... ❨ the hobbit ❩ ❨ bilbo baggins ❩ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ᵗᵉˣᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸʳⁱᵍʰᵗ © ˢᵒᵈᵃᵖᵒᵖʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ ™ ²⁰¹⁹ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵇᵇⁱᵗ © ʲʳʳ ᵗᵒˡᵏⁱᵉⁿ

Just a person in love, breaking, mending, sobbing and hurting.

Love Yourself and the rest follows

a monster sentenced to freeze in an ice cold place as punishment for breaking law, is found by an 18 gear old who moves to the university, he requests her to live with her to hide, the girl being a kind hearted one let's him stay in her dorm, but what will happen when the devil falls for her leaving behind his disastrous ego, will the almighty accept it

A Love Poem

Imagine your rejected crush comes and picks up the pieces. "Why are you doing this? This is not you. The Dave I know is a jerk." Wendy said, sobbing. "Yeah. I know I'm a jerk. Think Wendy. Why would an asshole willingly drive to your house in the middle of the night just to hear you out?" Dave replied.

I am cold. There is ice in my very soul, and I don't know how to escape it, or even if I want to.