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"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆." In a world where revenge meets romance. Jung Iseul's out for justice after her father was murdered by the NIUA (National Intelligence and Undercover Agents), a corrupt organization. She is brought up by the Kim family- the brains behind the Kage mafia. Enter Kim Taehyung, son of Kage's leader, Kim Taec-Yeon. He's charming, a little mysterious, and way too easy to get lost in. As Iseul teams up with Kims to take down the NIUA, sparks fly, and Iseul finds herself questioning everything she knew about love and loyalty. With thrilling twists, undeniable chemistry, and a dash of humor, BEYOND THE MASK takes you on an exhilarating journey through danger and desire. Will Iseul find the revenge she craves, or will her heart lead her down a path she never expected? The theme is inspired by Gangster x Secret Agent.

✨ The Luminous Ink Awards ✨ Celebrating the Brightest One-Shots & Short Stories Some stories shine brighter than a thousand diyas. 🪔 The Luminous Ink Awards honor writers who can create magic in a single chapter or a few short chapters - stories that touch hearts, spark imagination, and leave readers glowing. This Diwali, let's celebrate: One-Shot masterpieces - impactful stories in a single chapter Short Stories - 2-5 chapters filled with emotion, creativity, and charm

🎀Her own father tried to sell her, but he wouldn't let that happen. He stepped in, offering double the price, not because she could be bought, but because she was worth more than everything he'd ever earned. One glance from her, and he'd burn his empire, risk his life-do anything-to claim her as his own. 🎀 Reyansh singhania:- For her, he would conquer the world- or burn it all to ashes. 🎀 Avisha Gaur:- Empires follow his command, but he follows hers. 🎀 He could burn the world for her, and maybe he would. "Reyansh, you can't destroy everything for me!" "I don't care," he growled, eyes like fire. "If anyone hurts you, I'll burn it all-and everyone-with it." She stared at him, heart racing. "Then I'll stand in the flames... with you."

There are loves that burn, and loves that heal - and somewhere between the two, we learn how to begin again. "Where the Light Finds Us" is a collection of poems about love's quiet afterglow - the spaces between endings and becoming, the soft strength that grows from heartbreak, and the moments when light still reaches us, even through the smoke. In these pages, fire becomes a language of survival. Silence becomes a form of peace. And love - no longer something to endure - becomes something that returns home to the self. Each poem stands as both confession and reclamation: a girl made of flame learning to trust her own warmth, a goodbye written in salt and tide, a heart learning to listen for the light that never left. Because healing doesn't happen all at once. Sometimes, it happens in the quiet - where the light finally finds us again.

Some houses are born haunted. Others become haunted. But this one chooses you. When 29-year-old Mara Esquivel inherits an old rural property from an estranged uncle she barely remembers, she expects peeling wallpaper and a long list of repairs. What she finds instead is a house that rearranges itself, shadows that walk without bodies, and a locked room that moves to a different place every night. Neighbors warn her: The house is alive. And it remembers you. But the house is not content with being remembered. It wants something from Mara-something it has waited decades to reclaim. And once she steps inside, the house begins following her... room by room, dream by dream, street by street. Because leaving it behind won't save her. You can flee a person. You can flee a ghost. But how do you flee a house that refuses to stay where you left it?

This poem was born from grief. I started writing it after my grandma passed last year -- and because I've always loved Edgar Allan Poe's darkness and Emily Dickinson's way of cutting straight to the soul, I spent over a year quietly studying both of them and writing this. For the longest time this piece stayed hidden in a notes app, something I wasn't sure I'd ever share. I posted it this morning only on Tumblr at first because it felt safe -- like the kind of corner where grief can sit beside you without needing to be polished or perfect. But I decided to put it on Wattpad too. Because grief isn't something only a few of us carry. It's something almost everyone brushes up against at some point, and it felt right to share it with both sides of my little world. If even one person finds comfort in it, then letting it breathe in both spaces was worth it. I hope this poem reaches anyone who's moving through loss -- or has carried it for a long time. If you read my story I'm Lost Without You on Wattpad, you know how deeply my grandmother shaped me. Losing her has been one of the hardest parts of my life... and in the last year, I've also lost both of my remaining grandparents. One by one, a year apart, until there were none left. With my grandfather's wake coming up this weekend, it feels right to finally share this. Maybe it finds someone who needs it. Maybe it reminds you that you're not alone in what you're feeling. If this sits with you -- even quietly, even painfully -- I hope it also offers a little warmth. Like a candle after the flame

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Cecilia was a pretty name, way too pretty for a girl as ordinary as her. She'd always been part of the background, one face in the crowd. When Stars Hollow rallied behind Rory Gilmore, she was there. When they rooted for Lorelai and Luke, she was there. When Miss Patty stole the spotlight, she clapped along. No one had ever cheered for her. Maybe that was fair-she wasn't remarkable. But when Jess Mariano rolled into town, something shifted. For the first time, Cecilia didn't want to blend in. She wanted to be seen.

A series of Kavitas,shayaris, poems written by (all unrelated)

Petals encompasses identity. How it isn't bound by labels but a collection of them. There are facets of ourselves people may never see. We reserve these layers for multitudes of reasons. We exist because we are. Take time to learn about yourself, turn every rock, deep dive, don't graze the surface. Learn, accept, BE.

a collection of moments i couldn't say out loud. poems about her smile, her warmth, her absence and everything she never knew she meant to me. these are the words i wrote for her, the ones that stayed even when she didn't.

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In the wake of a love that once promised forever, a girl reflects on the dreams that now linger in the shadows of her heart. This poignant poem delves into the bittersweet ache of missing her beloved, capturing the moments they shared and the visions of a future filled with laughter and a baby girl's gentle fluttering eyelashes. As she grapples with the silence left in his absence, each line reveals the depth of her longing and the weight of memories that refuse to fade. Can she find solace in the remnants of their love, or will the echoes of what could have been haunt her forever? Join her on this emotional journey, where love and loss intertwine, reminding us of the fragility of dreams and the strength found in vulnerability.

His auburn eyes don't just look at her-they study her, quietly unravelling the walls she's built and revealing the truths she keeps hidden. Every word he speaks is a challenge, every glance a test. What begins as irritation shifts into fascination, resistance into undeniable attraction, and Lyra realizes some connections aren't meant to be easy-they're meant to change you. In this delicate game of push and pull, nothing is certain...

A noble collection of challenges for knights of ink and imagination.

They vanish at eighteen. Every. Single. One. In a city crumbling under secrets and smoke, seventeen-year-old Sera lives by one rule: never get close to the marked-those cursed with the amethyst glow, destined to disappear on their eighteenth birthday. But then Auren arrives. Reckless, mysterious, and burning brighter than any marked before, Auren shouldn't exist. He's hiding something... something tied to the curse, the city's downfall, and the disappearance of Sera's own sister. Drawn into a web of ancient magic, forbidden feelings, and unraveling truths, Sera must choose between protecting her heart-or risking everything to break a curse that's been unbreakable for centuries. Love was never meant to survive the glow.

The Past of Tomorrow embarks on a lyrical journey through the labyrinth of the human experience, where dreams, thoughts, emotions, and opinions intertwine across the tapestry of time. This poetry collection delves deep into the soul's reflections on its past, illuminating how memories shape our present and guide our aspirations for the future. Each poem is a vivid snapshot, capturing fleeting moments that echo with nostalgia, heartache, and joy. The verses explore the weight of choices made, the beauty of dreams nurtured, and the shadows of regrets that linger. As the soul grapples with its history, it seeks solace in the knowledge that every ending births a new beginning, and every sorrow holds the seed of hope. Join the exploration of the soul's narrative-where every line is a step toward understanding the profound relationship between who we were, who we are, and who we strive to become.

Falling for someone you know you shouldn't fall for.

Jasmine has always loved the wrong people-the ones who never love her back. It's a curse she can't seem to escape. In college, she finds herself drawn to Ian, her quiet, introverted exam seat partner-so different from the boys she used to like. But maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe the ending is already written. Between past heartbreaks, silent longing, and friendships that never quite feel like home, Jasmine searches for something-anything-to prove she isn't meant to be alone. But some love stories aren't about happy endings. Some are about learning when to hold on... and when to let go.

What if our bots has feelings,a dream, something to be remembered for