Whisper storie

What if I was the writer of Yo-Kai Watch? How would things change? And what would my version look like as the writer of Yo-Kai Watch? Well, you'll just have to read to find out.

He placed a file of marriage papers on the counter, sliding a pen across to her. His dark, sharp eyes locked on her every move. "Tarsou ge tum , tumhe uska deedar bhi naseeb na hoga.... Khwaaisch he meri ke tumhara pyaar kabhi poura na hoga"........ {"You will long for him, yet you will never get to see him... My wish is that your love is never fulfilled."} Aayesha said with a deep hatred filled in her eyes. "Mohabbat , dua aur baddua sirf kitabi bate he..... Haqeeqat mai iska koi wajoud nahi...... Zaya hojayegi tumhari Mohabbat ki talash........ Jab badlegi meri caahat, junnon me sirf tumhe pane ki"....... {"Love, prayers, and curses exist only in books... In reality, they have no meaning... Your search for love will go in vain... For when my desire changes, my obsession will be only to have you."} "Sign it. Now. The sooner you do, the sooner this becomes official." "This is not a pure love story. It's a cursed tale, where a haunted past shattered them, destiny entwined their paths, and fate gave them a chance-however fleeting."

Whisper and her daughter Koala talk a bit about the past and apples. Originally written on 12.05.2026.

when multiple rifts in time start to appear across Springdale, releasing people and yo-kai the fabric of the timeline will certainly change forever... right?

A Story of Unspoken Battles. She was the quiet one. Mysterious, distant, always hiding behind silence, not because she had nothing to say, but because no one ever truly listened. "LIYANA" carried a storm within pain, betrayal, and memories she never asked for. And then came "ZAYYAN" the golden boy with tired eyes. He laughed the loudest, but no one noticed how heavy his own heart was. Two souls, both struggling in different ways. --- "Don't act like you don't care," Zayyan shot back. "You do. You just pretend really well." "If that's what helps you sleep, Zayyan... believe it." --- This is not a love story. It's about friendship that saves, trauma that connects, and slow healing that feels like breathing after drowning. Because everyone carries a past, but sometimes, just one person is enough to rewrite the ending. ---

Travel through the world of Yo-kai Watch in a new lens! Follow Tess Forester as she befriends Classic and Modern Yo-kai and travels back in time to discover the origin of the Yo-kai Watch alongside her Yo-kai Companions.

A book that contains any account of paranormal I experience. My house is haunted and the ghosts don't like me at all so... yea. I need advice. Very informal, short chapters and a few swears too.

A whisper is only a quiet scream to those who don't listen.

[Unexpected series] 🇰🇷🇺🇸 Accolades 🏆×16 Jhope version Kang Ahri, a brilliant Korean-American psychologist and art enthusiast, takes a break from her well-structured life by spending a week at a conference in Paris. On her days off, she sneaks away to the Louver Museum to have conversations with the world's most famous portraits. She is eccentric, sharp-tongued, and hopelessly single, finding her escape in museums. Whether it is the famous Louver or the Art Institute of Chicago, she especially enjoys her ongoing verbal sparring with a particularly smug painting she considers her nemesis. But one strange evening, after being denied access to her favorite gallery hall, a chance encounter turns her carefully ordered world upside down. She meets Jhope, a different type of masterpiece with a sun-kissed smile, and she's unaware of his stardom. What begins with a broken heel, a sore ankle, and a bruised ego quickly unravels into a surreal mix of fame, art, and an unexpected connection. When two different worlds collide-one painted in oils and another lit by spotlights-the result is anything but ordinary. 'Mona thinks I'm crazy' is a short rom-com story filled with heart, wit, and a touch of whimsical fantasy, where art, destiny, and a kind of love that even a 500-year-old painting can't ignore come together. 📝Published officially: 5/5/25 © Strawberry1d Awards: 15 🥇-1 🥈-5 🥉-8 🏅-1 Highest ranks #1 monalisa 27/7/25 #1 louvre 7/5/25 #1 soundcheck 9/5/25 #1 portraits 7/5/25 #2 monalisa 22/5/25 #22 USA out of 22.1k stories

Maya Carter thought transferring to Blackwood Academy would be a fresh start. Instead, she begins hearing whispers in empty hallways, seeing a shadowy figure in mirrors, and uncovering secrets that the school has buried for decades. As students begin disappearing and fear spreads through the academy, Maya and her friends find themselves trapped in a nightmare connected to an ancient presence known only as The Unseen. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. Unfortunately, The Unseen is tired of waiting. (July 14th 2026) Most Impressive Rankings: 🥇 #1 in #theunseen 🥇 #1 in #shadowfigure 🥇 #1 in #unsolvedmystery 🥇 #1 in #teenhorror 🥇 #1 in #mirrors 🥇 #1 in #wattpadhorror #2 in #darksecrets #4 in #whispers #4 in #wattys #4 in #schoolhorror

Taylor has been having a rough time. With her Mom and brother dead, her sister constantly upset, and her boyfriend not acting like he should be, Taylor's having a hard time figuring out what she wants. Then when Mason come's along, she realizes all she really wants is to be with him! Does Mason feel the same? And why the heck is Taylor's current boyfriend acting so strange?

I will be honest here: I struggle with writing fiction. As vivid as my imagination is, I still have a hard time making things up. It could be that this is just not my gift or life is much more entertaining (and scarier) than any fiction I could imagine. Nonetheless, the problem persists. There was a time when I wrote a short story, just under 300 words, for a local project titled Pixie Drops. It did not get accepted but I bought a couple of first volumes and read what others were writing - and how. Next volume, I tried again, and, much to my surprise, it made it! So I kept writing short, tiny stories and submitting them to the project. Some made it, others did not. I kept the manuscripts for all of them because, well, they are mine, and who knows when a short story comes in handy... Here are the ones I have written so far. I will add more if/when I write them. My Pixie Drops.

It takes real courage to ignore the whispers. They hit harder than we admit. They feel both right and wrong. Some listen. Some run. But deep down... We've all been there.

"I'm quite convinced you'll enjoy it." Es' thoughts about philosophical books, from Alter Ego Mobile Game.

The days of yours, dear reader, flow nicely but with a hint of dull feeling and comforting storm weather. The storm would slowly begin to give way to a hurricane as the pour of rain and thunder intensify, lightning cracking in the skies as everyone stays inside. . . . In the darkest corners of the universe, a rift opens.. releasing unspoken disease as it finds a path to all surrounding areas, soon reaching your home planet, Earth.

*This is the second book, please read book one before reading this one* Zion continues traveling and learning from the crew of The Onyx, a Dragoniering ship, while still in search of his father. Will the Hunters catch up to them? Will Zion find his father finally? What new dragons and adventures await him on this journey?

I am a simp Will not be writing NSFW- Just fluff and possible angst ENJOY

messy little throw tg of some of my poems

If you like poetry, here's a soft sweep of it. A short, beautiful piece. Death from Death's point of view. Short story. 500 words. Hope you like it; please comment, vote, and recommend for others.

In the realm of Ardiel, where dusk painted the skies in blood and the rivers carried the weight of forgotten oaths, a prophecy was spoken. Its words were not written, yet they lingered in stone and shadow, whispered from mouth to mouth until even kings listened in silence. It spoke of four souls bound together. Two pairs, their fates entwined like threads of a single tapestry-woven from love and ambition, from loyalty and betrayal. Which threads would hold, and which would tear, none could say. One was a maiden of noble grace, a daughter of House Danford, fierce in spirit though gentle in heart. The prophecy tied her path to a prince, heir to Vandestine's throne. Together, they would stand against the storm. Some swore their love would endure, brighter than the sun. Others whispered that even the sun must one day fall. The second was a crown princess of fire and steel, heir to Eyaelyr's empire. By her side, the son of a northern duke, bold and unyielding. Their passion was said to blaze like a tempest, fierce enough to shake kingdoms. Yet passion cuts both ways-what burns brightly can also consume. The prophecy spoke of betrayal, sharp as winter's knife, but gave no name to the betrayer, nor the betrayed. Thus was the riddle left: two loves bound by fate, one to flourish, the other to fall. But which would rise to joy, and which to ruin, only time would reveal. Until then, the kingdoms would wait-and tremble-for the day the prophecy chose to speak in truth. *Disclaimer* This is a work of fiction. Therefore, all the characters' names, places, and some thing are just made up. First story btw.