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Once Upon A Time

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Reads 1,418
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Parts 16
Time 24m

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Once upon a time,
There was a girl who hid behind her bedroom door to cry her eyes out.

Once upon a time,
There was a boy who thought today was his last day.

Once upon a time,
A group of people in a community lived to assassinate; they are society. 

Once upon a time,
Thousands of victims were killed, and I was one of them.All Rights Reserved

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Whispers of the heart by Hand-picked-star

His heart was a fortress, haunted by the warmth he pushed away, scarred by the silence he forced between them, all because he believed she deserved more than the broken pieces he could offer. And, her heart was a battlefield, bruised by all the words he never said and all the love he refused to show. But no walls are unbreakable, and no heart can stay silent forever. Sooner or later, her war would reach his gates, and maybe, just maybe, he'd let her in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Set in early 20th-century Delhi, it is the tale of Arnav and Khushi, two childhood companions bound by shared trauma and unspoken affection. As they navigated the complexities of societal expectations and pursued personal ambitions, their profound friendship quietly transformed into a love they dared not acknowledge. Amidst the fear of losing each other forever, they must confronted their feelings and weighed the risks of pursuing a future together, where happiness hung delicately in the balance. It is my first attempt at writing fiction. I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi, and this story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is a submission to the 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta 2024, according to the moodboard Historical AU on Tumblr.

Smile by ThisIsAwkward19

Once upon a time... That's how all the fairytales begin, right? There's a girl who's mistreated and misunderstood. She meets a guy--probably the most popular guy in school (and hey, why not make him British while we're at it?). He's most likely very handsome and just as rich, and magically seems to understand her. It feels like they've known each other forever when in fact they've actually just met. It's love at first sight, the guy saves the girl from whatever misery she's in, they meet only two or three problems along the way, and then it's happily ever after. But this isn't a fairytale. Copyrights to ProfessionalDork

My Name is Stab by GarethN

Once upon a time, I used to be Theo, a nice girl who used to be happy and hugely loved. But then the lights went out and a gang of evil men raped, killed and ate my family. So now my name is Stab and I'm not so nice.

The Girl With the Scars(Under editing*) by krissygirl

Once upon a time there was this nice and sweet and cute and innocent and... Ahh who are we talking about? That girl is defiantly not me nor will she ever be. I have poise and sneakiness of a cobra. I have killed people, murdered cold blood. But not exactly for fun though. Though, the last memory of the gang I was in was being ripped apart starting from my face. They didn't get far though before I stopped them. After that I am now alone and called the girl with the scars. Not literally. People are too scared to tell me in person. That's how scared much they are scared of me. But I like that they are. But this one guy changes me all around and I end up opening up to him only to get stabbed in the back by him. Well not stabbed, shot is more like it. Thats just the life of Samantha Parker, formally known as the girl with the scars.

Aziyat by wordycraft

this story is about the 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷 of girl who got rejection....and the 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷 of man who get forced to marry again.....its a Muslim story ----------------------------- girl wearing black Anarkali suit ..head covered in dupatta who is looking scared utter " ji....wo hum keh rahe the" " Ha bolo.... hum sun rahe hai" " wo.....wo hume yaha se jana hai" her nervous voice echoed in room listening her words the most handsome dominating man whose aura speaks a lot about him walks towards his only love adjusting his watch on his wrist stand Infront of her folding his hand on his back he look towards her sweat bud filled face....her eyes are lowered down she is playing with her fingers in nervousness...the dim lights in room making her feel more scared from her man... "kya kaha.....kaha jana hai aap ko" He utter controlling his uneven breaths thats usually coz whenever he gets super angry " j..ji...wo.....m yaha rehna nahi......" she gulped her saliva to remove dryness of her throat...her shaking voice again echoed in that pin dropped silence but before she could say anything further she feel her husband pulled her by her waist.... grabbing her waist tightly.....that his fingers digged in her skin...he lift her up slightly from floor....she is lifted in air....she is caged in his arms n before she could react her husband put his lips on her dry one that was there first kiss........ which should be romantic soft one but this one is intense one....a hungry kiss made her grab his kurta in her small fist he literally chewed her lips passionately after sucking her sweetness he utter dangerously on her wet lips Removing her hair strands softly from her cheek " haan toh kuch keh rahi thi aap....hum sun rahe hai...kahiye" His gaze is fixed on her wet lips ----------------------------------------------- Another book with leading characters.. Sidnaaz ♥️

TS :B̶a̶r̶s̶a̶a̶t̶ by ThE_nAtUrE_pro

From asking, "Who doesn't love the rain?" To being the girl who started fearing even the thought of rain. The journey wasn't easy. Hating your favorite monsoon wasn't in her list. But when her love is standing against her favorite season, she would definitely choose her love. His journey wasn't easy either. He tried his best to detach her from his painful journey, but he couldn't. peep to know ❤❤

♠︎♠︎Crushed Soul♠︎♠︎(Completed) by ocean_of_happiness

Once upon a time , She was a happily flying butterfly, With life full of her chirpiness. Her one and only love, Was her life. Their little world was happy, Until that fateful day, That soul should drown in the happiness in their world, On that day, But same day as, Taken away her happiness, And crushed her soul brutally. Now she is a crushed soul, With emotionless and pale face . Her love is waiting for the revenge, For tarnishing her soul. Her love is hungry for ripping the souls of animals, Who has crushed her innocent smile. 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Kill or Tell by The_Spoon_Goddess

"I know you killed them," I whisper, my eyes glued to the floor as I twiddle my thumbs. "Well then, are you going to turn me in?" I bite my lip, unsure of myself. "I don't know." I look up, tensing at our eye contact. "But I don't want to." _____________________________ Once upon a time, there were four friends with disfunctional families and a bond of friendship that was based precariously on stilts of divorce, neglect, and self hatred. One day, one of those friends went and died. One day, one of those friends lost their mind. One day, one of those friends embraced who the truly were. One day, one of those friends got torn in two. And things were never the same again.

His Punishment (Completed) by AnonymousMe91

*Ranked #8 in recommended(11-5-18)* *Ranked #15 in arshi(17-5-18)* "Khushi, arre O titaliya.Tanik dekho to sahi darwaje pe kaun hai?(Hey Khushi, see who is there on the door?)" shouted Madhumati from the kitchen hearing the door bell. Knowing fully well who might it be Khushi hesitated before shouting back. "J...Ji Buaji" She opened the door with shaking hands and there he stood with his devilish smile and bouquet of roses in his hands. She saw him taking in her appearance from up and down as if taking his fill of her...His eyes traveled from her hairs, to her eyes, to her cheeks, to her lips and lingered there for few seconds as he swallowed and then his eyes went up back to her doe shaped orbs and a gasp escaped her as she registered his misted eyes. ___________________ Completed Total words:30,306 (Unedited version) Pics and GIFs from Google Covers by me DO NOT COPY!!

Waiting for the Stars | ✓ by bromeliades

Once upon a time, There was a girl who believed. She opened her window for the boy made of stars, And the boy took hold of her heart.

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The Girl With the Scars(Under editing*) cover

TS :B̶a̶r̶s̶a̶a̶t̶ cover

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Kill or Tell cover

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Whispers of the heart

His heart was a fortress, haunted by the warmth he pushed away, scarred by the silence he forced between them, all because he believed she deserved more than the broken pieces he could offer. And, her heart was a battlefield, bruised by all the words he never said and all the love he refused to show. But no walls are unbreakable, and no heart can stay silent forever. Sooner or later, her war would reach his gates, and maybe, just maybe, he'd let her in. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Set in early 20th-century Delhi, it is the tale of Arnav and Khushi, two childhood companions bound by shared trauma and unspoken affection. As they navigated the complexities of societal expectations and pursued personal ambitions, their profound friendship quietly transformed into a love they dared not acknowledge. Amidst the fear of losing each other forever, they must confronted their feelings and weighed the risks of pursuing a future together, where happiness hung delicately in the balance. It is my first attempt at writing fiction. I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi, and this story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is a submission to the 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta 2024, according to the moodboard Historical AU on Tumblr.