Helen Keller
  • Reads 1,697
  • Votes 10
  • Parts 11
  • Time 18m
  • Reads 1,697
  • Votes 10
  • Parts 11
  • Time 18m
Complete, First published Mar 10, 2016
This life about helen keller :)

Helen Keller holding a magnolia, ca. 1920.

BornHelen Adams Keller
June 27, 1880
Tuscumbia, Alabama, U.S.DiedJune 1, 1968 (aged 87)
Arcan Ridge
Easton, Connecticut, U.S.OccupationAuthor, political activist, lecturerEducationRadcliffe College
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Helen Keller to your library and receive updates
or
#15helenkeller
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Bride of Sultan ~  The Forgotten Rose by magicallovely
23 parts Ongoing
This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with. After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home. He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love. There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen. But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him. I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan. Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place. But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach. Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him. And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love. Until he killed my only loved one. My love died. And, his never bloomed. I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages. Was I always forgotten for him? Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility? Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose? Mature Content!!! @Copyright 2025
Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love by magicallovely
95 parts Complete
Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turning into the slight smile. Suddenly, the door pushed open and I shivered slightly. I could hear the slow and faded footsteps of him coming closer. I couldn't see him as my eyes were low and even covered with the veil. I felt him sitting on the bed, a little away from me. He was Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan, my husband, and my childhood love. Ever since, I started knowing this world. I had imagined him my husband. And now, we were married through an arranged marriage. "What's your name? Begum," His voice was dark and deep. But it made my smile vanished all of sudden. My heart started beating insanely. I terrified honestly. "Tell me," he asked again. My eyes turned teary as I realised that he had no clue about my muteness. Yes, I couldn't speak. I had lost my voice forever in accident. But, the much I remember my father sent him a letter revealing it. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked with concern, pulling my veil up. The tears left my eyes and I shivered. I sucked on my lips as my throat turned dry. Even my cries didn't have any voice. I moved my fingers to signal him that I was mute, a voiceless princess. But, his eyebrows turned in a thinned line and a immense shock was clear on his face. "Your fa... Family lied to me?" He stood up from the bed in anger. *** The life was difficult for ladies back in 17th century but it was worse for specially abled. This is the love story of Ruhani, a princess who can't speak but has a lot to say. Ever since, she lost her voice, she learnt to nod for everything and when she married to her childhood crush. Her life turned a complete turn. Mature content!!! It also have triggering scenes!!!
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Zero cover
I've Got This Cannon Fodder Trope Covered! cover
ဦးရီးတော်ဧကရ�ာဇ်ရဲ့ အသည်းအသက်လေးအဖြစ် မွေးဖွားလာတယ် cover
Bride of Sultan ~  The Forgotten Rose cover
Let's get together? cover
😘😉Wink Eyes:I Love It😉😘 cover
The Emperor and his lover cover
He who looks sees [Boy×Boy] cover
အဆိပ်ရှိသောကျေးလက်က 'ကြင်ယာတော်' (Book II) cover
Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love cover

Zero

59 parts Complete

Book 4 in the Super Zero series Trilogy to Zero to Hero Sequel to Zero Hour