1930 Stories

[အင်္ဂလိပ်ခေတ်နှောင်းပိုင်း၊ဂျပန်ခေတ်နဲ့စက္ကူဖြူခေတ်ဦးကိုအခြေခံပြီးရေးထားပါတယ်။] "ဘယ့်နှယ်လဲ ကိုထွန်းရှိန်ရယ်...ပန်းမြတ်ပန်းခိုင်မကလို့ ဘာပန်းပဲဖြစ်ဖြစ် အချိန်တန်ရင်တော့ကြွေတာပါပဲလား" ကိုထွန်းရှိန်×ဝင်းရောင် [အဂၤလိပ္ေခတ္ႏွောင္းပိုင္း၊ဂ်ပန္ေခတ္နဲ႕စကၠဴျဖဴေခတ္ဦးကိုအေျခခံၿပီးေရးထားပါတယ္။] "ဘယ့္ႏွယ္လဲ ကိုထြန္းရွိန္ရယ္...ပန္းျမတ္ပန္းခိုင္မကလို႔ ဘာပန္းပဲျဖစ္ျဖစ္ အခ်ိန္တန္ရင္ေတာ့ေႂကြတာပါပဲလား" ကိုထြန္းရွိန္ဝင္းေရာင္ ________

Angelica is the heir to the throne of Hell and Heaven. Her twin sister is Charlie Moringstar, who is younger by 5 minutes. Angelica came down from Heaven to reconnect and help her sister with her dream of redemption. However, upon doing this, Angelica didn't realize that helping her sister meant carrying the entire hotel on her back. Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel, just Angelica. Warnings: It's Hazbin Hotel, you know what to expect. Warnings will be placed at the beginning of each chapter.

- If you get us killed, Hurley, I will personally haunt you for the rest of your miserable afterlife. - Sweetheart, if we get killed, I'll be too busy buying you a drink in hell to care. Florence Thorne is a New York academic in the year of 1933, who is far more comfortable sorting dusty museum archives than dodging jungle traps. But when her obsessive scientist father vanishes into the uncharted depths of the Congo, Flora has no choice but to swap her ink-stained pens for a pair of field boots. Her rescue mission goes disastrously wrong when she is left stranded in the green wilderness. Lost, desperate, and definitely not dressed for a trek, she bumps into Jack Hurley (for her luck... Or not). Jack is a rugged, charismatic, and entirely reckless Australian outfitter with a smirk that should be classified as a hazard. He is broke, incredibly charming, and hunting down the exact same ancient, glowing relic her father is. She thinks he's a crude, reckless brute who doesn't take a single thing seriously while he thinks she's a rigid, rule-following little scholar who won't survive a week in his shoes. To survive the wilderness, criminals, saboteurs and the secrets of a hidden waterfall, this unlikely duo must work together. Can a sharp-witted nerdy girl and a reckless Aussie survive the jungle... And each other? ✨ PEEK ✨ ✦ 1930s Pulp Adventure Vibes ✦ Opposites Attract / Nerdy Girl x Reckless Guy ✦ Strong, Charismatic Australian Guy (With plenty of dry Aussie humor) ✦ Enemies-to-Lovers & Slow Burn Romance (not that slow tho ;)) ✦ Forced Proximity (Only one tree-canopy bed!) ✦ Moral Gray Villains & Dangerous Ancient Mysteries

She was his home. He was her ruin. Fate never gave them a choice. In the fading light of the 1930s British Raj, with steam trains, whispered meetings, and a country on the brink of change, an Indian woman, Iravati Mittal, falls into a mad, irrevocable, insane, passionate forbidden love affair with her childhood British Friend - Adam Hughes. ......... knowing they are doomed, knowing the world will not let them stay. Beauty of Forbidden, unattainable Lovestories; They become unforgettable, immortal *_*

Harry goes back in time after he dies in his own timeline. He appears as a seven-year-old boy with a different appearance, a different past, and a chip on his shoulder. He resides in an orphanage up until his eleventh year. He goes to Hogwarts just like he did last time, but this time he goes with one thing on his mind...revenge! And he will not rest until he gets it! But everything might not be that easy, especially when he attracts the attentions of a certain Slytherin. (Adopted) Cover by blsexual_mess BxB No likey, No readey! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I hold no rights to Harry Potter or characters from the books or movies. Those go to J.K. Rowling.

Emizma Banks is a Louisiana girl who grew up on a swamp her whole life. She has been isolated from the outside world, and hasn't seen another human in years, but she likes it that way. She used to have a family, then disaster struck and she was left alone at the young age of 11 to fend for herself. Kathleen-Guin Davis is a 16 year old from the 70's, she was taught by her mother that looks are the only thing that matter, so when her looks get damaged she feels empty. Her parents abandon her to live with her aunt, eh is he has never met. This is a double p.o.v book where each chapter is a different person from the last.

1930r. Pewnego ponurego dnia, pochodzący z biednej rodziny, blond włosy chłopiec o imieniu Luke, otrzymuje szansę zobaczenia cyrkowego show. Czy bajkowo wyglądający namiot sprawi iż Luke wyjdzie z niego szczęśliwy? Być może będzie świadkiem czegoś co rozbije go doszczętnie, a także wprowadzi na początek czegoś nowego? Grafika na okładce należy do Henrika Evensena.

Cora knows that certain flowers stand for certain things, including certain types of love, but she doesn't know enough to understand why June decided to ask her out to a dance using violets.

Phyllis used to believe in Angels. God and his Angels were her shining light. But then, as she was beaten and taken into care and forced to work in horrifying conditions, slowly the torch faded. Angels became stories, like santa claus and the easter bunny. myths parents tell there children. When the bells tolled for the second world war that century Phyllis signed up for the RAF. Not caring if she lived or died. she just wanted to escape. There she met Jamie. And she began to believe that maybe, just maybe, Angels were real.

Grace-Alice Cassidy is a nineteen year old working her way through life in the 1940s. With her husband off fighting in the war and the home practically to her self she spends time helping her grandmother and working the mail run. Untill one day she runs into someone the mayor's wife. Ps: feel free to call out my shitty editing. Ily <3

John and Ina met at Goshen College in January of 1937. From there, they inspired many. Their Sunday School in Dillon, Illinos soon became a church. Their letters became a part of church history in Ohio and Illinos. Love was only a biproduct of their impact and without them, a piece of history would not exist.

My chest, always my bloody chest. It was so flat. Why couldn't it be curved? I hated it. It made me feel so uncomfortable. I really was tired of it. It was always the same, when I looked into the mirror. But was it normal to feel that way for man? I am writing this to show how it feels to be born in the wrong body. It truly is a terrible feeling. I had help of one my friends, Cedric, he is transgender (ftm), like me. He helped me with names too. And another friend, Sabine, corrected it after I wrote it. So yeah, thanks a lot.

idk, just a piece i imagined a few days ago. a bunch of ghosts that live in a haunted house and actually do the haunting, especially the main character arianna, are bored with life and decide to venture out into the real world, but can they do it without getting caught?