Willingness hikaye

Maddie- This is a fanfic about maddie, Cole, James, alaura, etc. In this James and alaura are in love but don't know yet. So yeah bai! Cole- In this story, whenever it is in James's perspective, I am writing. When it is in Alaura's perspective, Maddie is writing.

Can relationship be recycled?

A collection of my personal poems about love and heartache. We all have loved and lost at love at some point of our journey. We could chose to share in such experiences and learn or slumber in their wake.

The country of Kallimin had an ancient tradition, every time the previous king gets old and is in the age of death or can not do his duty as a king, the next king does not come from his decedent, no there is a competition. This competition has the highest of high competitors. All coming from high lords family's or men who are representing that lords name. The winner of the competition gets the crown. Our story follows Greer Phantom. A special ops warrior born and bred to be the best. She is put in to be representing the name of Lord Graphton. Follow her through the challenges of trying to keep her identity a secret and other things in her life a secret.

What is the real meaning of being strong? How would you cope if the all the multiverses were depending on you? Read about a tough, warlike cat who survives his whole life without his parents.

_The Good Girl Is Gone_ is about a poem. A dark poem about loneliness and self-harm. Hope you enjoy!

This is a reflection of an individual dreaming to achieve greatness in his/her life

CELESTIAL LIES SERIES Series 1: The Golden Lies -Kairyeen Amadeia Dela Feya's Story She still remember the day her rules and everything were build. Lies will be plastered by lies again. The truth will remain sealed for how long? The wrong thoughts and not listening to everyone's explanation will drive yourself to wrong path. Will you wait till the heavenly truth comes out? @caelestekai Copyright ©2021 caelestekai. Start Writing: March 20, 2021 Finished Writing: not yet.

Life needs no description

The air hung heavy with the scent of jasmine and incense, a familiar aroma that clung to Mapoukam Grâce like a second skin. It was the eve of her fifteenth birthday, a day that held both promise and fear for her. In her small village in the heart of Thailand, tradition dictated that girls who reached the age of fifteen were to be married, their futures sealed by a system that valued obedience over individual choice. Mapoukam, however, dreamt of a future far removed from the confines of domesticity. From a young age, she had been fascinated by the world beyond their village, the world she glimpsed through tattered textbooks and whispered tales from visiting merchants. Her heart yearned for knowledge, for the power to heal, not just her family but entire communities. Her mother, a woman whose spirit was as strong as the tamarind tree in their courtyard, shared this yearning. She had been forbidden to pursue her own dreams, her future dictated by the same traditions that now threatened Mapoukam. But unlike her husband, a man who valued tradition above all else, her mother believed that her daughter deserved a different fate. "There is beauty in tradition, daughter, but there is also beauty in breaking free," her mother whispered one night, her voice barely audible above the chirping crickets. "Don't let your dreams be stifled by the expectations of others. You are destined for greatness, Mapoukam. Don't let them dim your light." The following morning, as her mother prepared a feast for the village elders who would soon arrive to choose Mapoukam's future husband, the girl slipped out the back door. Her heart thumped against her ribs, a mix of excitement and trepidation as she made her way to the village elder, a wise woman named Yai Suda, who was the only person she felt she could confide in. Yai Suda, with her eyes like pools of wisdom and a smile that held the warmth of a thousand suns, listened patiently as Mapoukam poured out her fears and aspirations.

The small lines tell you about the continuous raising problems and situations in life which you have to face courageously.

February 16       The Long Dark Ride     Are fear and ignorance one thing that looks like itself or terrifying twins who feed one another?  Can they be separated and if they can will it kill them?  And if they die what will spring from their remains?  Will it be better or worse?  Can I tell what better is?  Should I tell if it turns out to be worse?  Is there ever an end to either fear or ignorance?  If there is, how deep is that well and will I survive a trip to the bottom?  Do you know and do you care?  Will you go with me if I find the way?  Will you take me if you find it first?         Learn from ugliness     *   THE 24 HOUR GOD Matching a loving God to the horrors of my past  has proved impossible for me. Projecting a connection to an all powerful God  of the ever foreshortening future seems implausible. In today, I see a nurturing God  not an all purpose God Not a God who serves all. In my life there is a God I trust today. Each morning, when I wake  there is a pleasant surprise to find a God. Not an expansive God, not a God to fit the continuum But a nice neat God who fits right in this 24 hours.       You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

These tears always find a way. "I'll throw all my cares away for you, I'll be there to wait for you. Maybe you weren't the one for me but deep down I wanted you to be." Khalid

Book 1 in 'Mend Series' He screams at me, slapping my face twice, 'You deserve all of this! You don't even deserve to live. You should die and do me a favour!' I shield my face, making him more furious. He stopps slapping and I had only few seconds to catch my breath when he kicked my wounded ribs from previous beatings. I screamed, thinking it was loud enough, but was just an feeble attempt to stop Aadil. At that moment, the flashbacks of me being tied to a rod, with my parents enjoying the blood pouring out started playing. It's repeating all over again, and this time I may not survive to escape. I was taken back in time. I feel I am back at that hostage room and me escaping to get out of this country is failing miserably. I mumbled with the little energy I held, 'Mum, Dad, please stop...' But again, it was of no use, as my vision is displaying full of colourful, dancing dots. My breathing is becoming frantic every second, trying not to pass out, but it seems my body doesn't want to keep up with all of this. If this is really my ending, so be it. With that thought, the peace that I always imagined is starting to consume me. This is the end for me. I can finally rest peacefully. The sound of Aadil's voice coming from a wide distance somehow is keeping me awake. Wasn't he by my side? Maybe, maybe he realized how wrong he was all this time. Maybe, just maybe... His voice, that's filled with agony, whispers in a forlorn voice 'I'm sorry Hayati. Please stay alive. Don't leave me...' ___________________ #9 in spiritual ( 29th October 2017) #6 in spiritual (10th December 2017) #5 in spiritual (11th December 2017)

A cricket story

It's a story of a girl who thought she was a "bad luck"... but as the time passes by she comes to know herself , that she is also a person unique than others... And how she overcomes her fears and insecurities eventually....