If it's not forever...it's not love
- Reads 277
- Votes 29
- Parts 10
Ongoing1h 5m
Last published Thu, Aug 25, 2016
I have seen people dead before.
I have seen them on television,on the news,on their deathbeds,with their loved ones carrying them to the cemetery. But i have never seen dead people like this. Mutilated,maimed,and laying in pools of blood. I have never seen anyone die in front of me , say their last words,cry out for help ,look at me with horror in their eyes,choke on their own blood,breathe their last ,and die. Never.
I see bloodied faces all around, injured gravely,and they are shouting,screaming,and pleading for help.I stumble over them and I walk away from the site of the blast. I am helpless.
Where is Avantika ?..That was the last thing on my mind.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
When Love becomes Sin
They say love is sacred - that it heals, forgives, and redeems. But nobody tells you how love can also destroy. When I first met Sahil, I thought I had found my forever. He was everything I had prayed for - warm, patient, protective. And when I looked into his eyes, I truly believed love alone could change the world. But love... it changes people instead. Slowly. Silently. Until you don't recognize the face that once felt like home. Maybe it wasn't just love that failed us. Maybe it was faith - my belief that patience and purity could fix everything, his belief that desire could define it. Between us stood all the things we never said, and all the lines we crossed when we stopped listening. And then there was her - Niharika. My best friend. My sister in every sense but blood. I never thought the two people I trusted most could break me so completely. This isn't just my story. It's about love that turned into possession. Friendship that turned into guilt. And a curse that refused to die - echoing from one life into another. If I could go back, I'd still choose to love. But I'd never choose to trust so easily again. Because sometimes... love doesn't kill you in a moment. It kills you slowly - memory by memory, promise by promise - until all that's left is silence.
Monster
Kat is a tortured soul that shut down her feelings and humanity a long time. Then she doesn't have to feel anything. What happens when she meets a MC gang of wolves. ~~~~ "Please don't..." I look at him with dead, emotionless eyes. The kneeling fucker in front of me is crying like a child. I point the knife in my hand at him "Give me one fucking reason why I should let you live?" He looks up at me, pleading, but all I feel is rage and disgust... and a smug sense of happiness. "I... I can be better. I... I will quit and move away...I'll never..." What a load of bullshit! In one quick swift move, I cut his throat, just like I have learned and done many many times before. "Doubt it!" He frantically tries to hold the bleeding wound together, but he has already lost a lot of blood. It pains me that I can't torture him, just like he did me, but this will have to do. He created a monster and now he's paying for it.Complete
Arrange marriage πβ€οΈ
STOP RIGHT THERE Mrs Priya Ekaansh Raghuvanshi, a shiver ran down her spine listening his dangerous voice she gulp and tightly close her eyes,she was clutching her saree in her hands that her life depend on it. When she stop at her place but didn't turn then he marched towards her with long strides , he holds her wrist in his tight grip without hurting her he pull her towards him that she collided with his chest she put her one hand on his chest so that she didn't fall. She open her eyes immediately because of his sudden pull,her brown doe like eyes meet with his black and dark eyes which is showing nothing but anger and hurt. But she was not able to maintain an eye contact with him so she immediately look down on her hand which was on his chest. Why the hell are you ignoring me since evening Mrs Raghuvanshi care to explain??he asked with irritating and slight anger in his voice. But she didn't said anything,she was Just looking down,she bite her lower lip in nervousness and his close proximity isn't helping at all. When he didn't get any answer from her he hold her shoulder and yelled at her ANSWER ME DAMMIT. Ji.....ji...wohh....main...she said stammering tears fall from her eyes.because it's her first time seeing his anger. when an innocent and shy girl is arranged into marriage with cold and top most sexiest businesses tycoon. "It is typical arrange marriage without any enemy it's just normal marriage life". let's see how love is going to bloom in both of their hearts. Let's see if he is cold with her also or not??? #6- family #1- Hindi #1-india #14- arrange marriage #10-love life #4- cute romance #3- wifeComplete
Rebirth of a Murderer. The Hemerwig Series.
Blood and Tears have been my toys. Pain and suffering have been my friends. These were common factors in my everyday life. Never in my life did I think that would change. That's also another problem. I don't remember anything. For fifteen years of my life I was as good as dead. Now I want to try living. I'm Amira and this is my story in the Hemerwig Series.Complete
His Wife Of ForcΓ¨d Fate β
She pulled him with his collars towards herself with all her will instead of just crashing her lips on him she just felt his lips with her's. her weak hands trembled around his collars.Her tears were flowing silently. He was in the complete state of shock from her actions but still feeling her hands trembling around his collars he supported the back of her head softly He had controlled his emotions from ages but when this happened he wasn't able to control himself all his rage, emotions, jealousy, fear came alive. It felt like a peace after an age for both of them. All unuttered emotions were deduced from that simple touch. Suddenly he dragged himself from that kiss "What are you even doing?" he asked furiously "Trying to show you that I only love you and no one" she shouted with a heavy voice _______________________ Left heartbroken at the altar, she never expected her life would lead her into, the arms of her ex lover's Elder brother - the grieving man, shattered by the loss of his 'wife' and 'unborn child'. Their forced marriage begins with cold formality, but as she supports him through his darkest days, a delicate connection starts to form between them. Just when it seems like hope is around the corner, a devastating secret shatters their fragile peace: she's pregnant by the brother who abandoned her. His heartache and jealousy drive a painful distance between them, threatening the love that was slowly growing. The situation gets worse when the brother returns, determined to claim both the child and the woman he left behind. Dive into a story of love, loss, and unexpected twists where every turn reveals new depths of the human heart.Complete![π±ππππππππππππ πππ π²πππ£π’ [πππππππ π‘ ππ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/393240097-256-k290481.jpg)
π±ππππππππππππ πππ π²πππ£π’ [πππππππ π‘ ππ]
(This is part one of my OC meeting slashers. Check out part two "Crimson blood and Friendship" after reading) π πππππ’ π ππππ ππ’ πΎπ² πππππ ππππ ππππ‘ππππππ πππππππ ππ πππ πππππ ππππ’ ππ πΏππππ π²ππππ ππππππππππ.. ... πππ ππππ ππππ ππππ£π’ πππππ ππ ππ π‘ πππππππ πππ πππππ ππππππ ππππππππ/ππππππππππ ππππ π·πππ π’ππ πππππ’ βΰΆ§αΌΰΆ§β ( Contains mentioning of blood, murder, brutality, gore?, mental illnesses, swearing.. Viewers be advised) None of the characters besides my OC are mine I edited a few chapters as I didn't like the writing but the story stayed the sameComplete
MIS(S)MATCHED- Sins and Regrets
She came out of the washroom, her stomach emptied from relentless vomiting. In her trembling hand, she held a pregnancy kit-two unmistakable pink lines stared back at her, declaring the beginning of a life growing inside her. She froze, eyes locked on the test. "No... no... this can't be happening," she whispered, her voice cracking before she collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Just then, the door creaked open. He walked in. The moment she saw him, she sprang to her feet, stormed towards him, and grabbed his collar. Her eyes blazed with fury and betrayal. "You cheated me! You trapped me in this marriage!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "You manipulated me, married me, and now this?" she yelled, thrusting the test in front of his face. He stared at it in confusion, but as his eyes registered the two pink lines, understanding dawned. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. She's pregnant... She's carrying my baby... I'm going to be a father. His heart raced with happiness. His plan had worked. She threw the kit to the floor and began pounding her fists against his chest, sobbing, "Why? Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? You've ruined my life! I hate you... I hate you! And I will never forgive you!" A twisted, guilty joy stirred in his chest. As much as it hurt to see her like this, a selfish part of him felt victorious. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her-so he did what he had to do. If love wasn't enough to keep her, then maybe responsibility would be. At least now, she was tied to him... if not by choice, then by duty. He knew her parents would never let her walk away, not with a baby on the way. And maybe-the child could bring them closer. Maybe it could fix what he broke. He smirked, a dark thought creeping in. Now, she couldn't leave. She was TRAPPED WITH HIM. FOREVER.Complete
Hurt,Betrayal And Sacrifice
"I'm not your personal doctor. And why the hell you want me to bandage your forhead when you have long list of girls to do it for you." I said glaring at him who was surely unfazed at my words as a smirk formed on his face at my words. "My My someone's jealous. Aren't you Ms. Dua?" He said clearly enjoying my anger and I wanted nothing but smack his head right at the moment. "I'm not jealous. And get the hell away from me" I replied sternly. He moved towards me and caging me in his arms not giving me a moment to move back. "Last time I checked you're my wife and also a doctor that make you my personal doctor. And about getting away from you I'm never going to do that." He replied. His voice so deadly scaring me to life but I wasn't the one to back out. "I'm not your wife" I said clenching my teeth at him. "You sure tend to forget things easily. But don't you worry Mrs. Dua Hashir Wali khan. I'm here to remind you everything. Just like you left me there hanging and crying for you. I'll do the same to you but It'll be more painful I promise." He said suddenly while I stood frozen to ground. What mess I've been involved myself into. My life sure is doomed. .......................... If you're here to read a typical story of bad boy and good girl, its not your story. My story revolves around family, loyalty and true love. Sometimes love is not enough for a relationship to last we need to make compromises for our loved ones. It's a story of a compromise that someone made to satisfy their family but is it enough to survive whole life. Read my story to find out what happened between the lovely couple of Dua and Hashir which make them hate eachother. Will this hate last long or love will overcome all the hurdles?Complete
They say love is sacred - that it heals, forgives, and redeems. But nobody tells you how love can also destroy. When I first met Sahil, I thought I had found my forever. He was everything I had prayed for - warm, patient, protective. And when I looked into his eyes, I truly believed love alone could change the world. But love... it changes people instead. Slowly. Silently. Until you don't recognize the face that once felt like home. Maybe it wasn't just love that failed us. Maybe it was faith - my belief that patience and purity could fix everything, his belief that desire could define it. Between us stood all the things we never said, and all the lines we crossed when we stopped listening. And then there was her - Niharika. My best friend. My sister in every sense but blood. I never thought the two people I trusted most could break me so completely. This isn't just my story. It's about love that turned into possession. Friendship that turned into guilt. And a curse that refused to die - echoing from one life into another. If I could go back, I'd still choose to love. But I'd never choose to trust so easily again. Because sometimes... love doesn't kill you in a moment. It kills you slowly - memory by memory, promise by promise - until all that's left is silence.
More detailsContent Guidelines