Army Stories

Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

STRICTLY SFW Reader is a lower ranking soldier, who unfortunately gets placed in the same room as him after an unfortunate fire. Chaos ensue. A collection of stories that take place in the same universe with the same pairing, you can read in any order though I'd recommend at least reading ch1 first, you can also choose if you see it as romantic/platonic! FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

Naomi Park spent her entire life fighting for a future she refused to lose. As a first-generation Stanford student studying International Human Rights Law, she's only one semester away from graduation when financial problems suddenly threaten everything she worked for. One late night beneath Stanford's famous Crying Tree, she meets Kim Namjoon. What was supposed to be a single conversation between two exhausted strangers slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Between Stanford, Brussels, Seoul, and New York, Naomi and Namjoon try to navigate ambition, distance, career, fame, and the terrifying realization that love doesn't always ask you to give up your dreams - sometimes it asks you to grow beside them. A slowburn story about timing, longing, emotional honesty, and the kind of love that feels impossible until it quietly becomes home. Maybe we can both hope for a miracle.

Title: Transmigrated into a Farmer's Wife, Raising Three Kids, Stockpiling Grain to Reach the Peak Novel Rating: 10/10 Author: 帅气男儿 Translator: Alfarcy . Jian Xiu, was a renowned post-apocalyptic agent. One day, she suddenly transmigrated and found herself in the body of a poor and shabby farmer's wife. To make matters worse, she ended up in the fourth family, which was already at a disadvantage. . Not only did they have to work the hardest, but they also got the least to eat. . The biased father-in-law said, "From today onwards, the four members of the fourth family will only get one steamed bun per day." . Jian Xiu replied, "Why should we? It's time to divide the family. This family must be split up." .. After dividing the family, Jian Xiu's life became prosperous and full of energy. Even her husband, who had become paralyzed after falling off a cliff while delivering goods, slowly started to recover. . However, just when the family was living a thoroughly satisfied life...

Novel Rating: 10/10 Jian Xiu, was a renowned post-apocalyptic agent. One day, she suddenly transmigrated and found herself in the body of a poor and shabby farmer's wife. To make matters worse, she ended up in the fourth family, which was already at a disadvantage. . Not only did they have to work the hardest, but they also got the least to eat. . The biased father-in-law said, "From today onwards, the four members of the fourth family will only get one steamed bun per day." . Jian Xiu replied, "Why should we? It's time to divide the family. This family must be split up." .. After dividing the family, Jian Xiu's life became prosperous and full of energy. Even her husband, who had become paralyzed after falling off a cliff while delivering goods, slowly started to recover. . However, just when the family was living a thoroughly satisfied life... Title: Transmigrated into a Farmer's Wife, Raising Three Kids, Stockpiling Grain to Reach the Peak Author: 帅气男儿 Translator: Alfarcy

When Ishita Sharma was thirteen years old, she saw Army Officer Kabir Khanna for the first time. Tall, confident, and wearing his uniform with pride. From that day onward, he became her secret childhood crush. Years passed. Kabir never knew the little girl who followed him around family functions and admired him from afar. For him, she was simply his best friend's younger cousin. For her, he was her first love. Now at twenty-four, Ishita's parents bring an arranged marriage proposal. The groom? Major Kabir Khanna. The same man she spent years secretly loving. The same man who doesn't remember half their childhood interactions. Marrying him feels like a dream. But dreams aren't always easy. Because Kabir doesn't love her. Not yet. Can Ishita hide her feelings while building a new life with him? And can Kabir learn that sometimes the greatest love story begins after marriage?

ڕەیـن خوێنـدکارێـکی قوتـابخانەیە...بڕیـار دەدات ملـوانکەیەک بکـڕێت و بەهـۆیەوە دەگەڕێـتەوە سـەردەمێک کە خوێـنمژەکان دەسـتی بـاڵایان هەیـە بەسـەر جـیهاندا (چیرۆکەکە لە دەستکاری کردن دایە بۆیە هەندێک لە پارتەکان جیاوازن) بیرۆکەی چیرۆکەکە هی خۆمە مافی بڵاو کردنەوەی دەگەڕێتەوە بۆ خۆم! 𝑖𝑛 #کورد🥈 𝑖𝑛 #iraq🥇 𝑖𝑛#kurd🥇 کاتی نوسین /15/6/2023 کاتی بڵاو کردنەوە/16/6/2023 کۆتایی /8/9/2023

This story is about four brothers . They are in the military . Read the story to discover more about them . This story is bout brotherhood . You will not regret giving it a chance

"i'd kill for you and i'd kill you, if it meant we'd never be apart." "never apart? so even after death you'd chase me, jeon?" "that's correct darling. without hesitation, i'd end it all just to follow you into the flames. because hell is where we belong. you and i, together. forever." ::; dystopian story ::; enemies to lovers, 🔞 ::; top kook !¡ power bottom tae ::; lowercase intended

වෙඩි උණ්ඩයට පෙම්බදින අහිංසක වෙද නලාව~ 2025/02/09

There is no night in the Everburning City. There can never be. ***** For four hundred years the Everburning City has withstood the advance of the life-strangling fog known as the Gloam. Its walls have held back five invasions, but on the eve of the sixth, the city's inhabitants know things have changed. Golems are coming out of the mist, and the bodies of the dead are rising at the Gloam's bidding. The city's last and most desperate line of defence comes in the form of the Crafters, individuals who can channel the power of fire, though they risk their sanity each time they do. The brightest of these valiant heroes are Tabitha a'Loria and her apprentice Gerald Reath. Risking their lives, they mount their airships, determined to save the last bastion of humanity - the Everburning City. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

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I woke up in a vast grassland with only a system and a new body, with no way back home I have to find my place in this universe. I do not own: Halo and star wars

She's relentless. She's fearless. She's intelligent. They call her, "The War Angel". Katelyn Adams has been in the army since she was 18 years old. She has trained harder, stronger and more than others. She has fought many battles in her field. She has also earned a lot of medals and awards due to her tactic and combat skills. When she comes home to her parents, she did not expect a shocking news. They've gone missing. Devastated, her Aunt sent her a letter, inviting her to her home. She lives far from town, and much closer to the forest. She thought that she lives in the forest because it is inspiration for a painter's mind, in which, where she lives fit perfectly, Katie thought. Oh, how wrong she was. He is cold as ice. Hot as fire when angered. He is merciless. They call him, "The Alpha King". He is known to be the most strongest, fearless and the most ruthless Alpha to exist. Underestimate him, you die. Toy with him, you die. Attack his pack, you die. Touch what is his, you die. They gave him the title due to his ability to eliminate a pack alone. But yet he has secrets. He has been looking for his mate for 2 years, he is almost giving up by holding an event, competing for the Luna title, and not able to tame his wolf, he became, "The Dark Alpha." "Choosing another who is not made for you, will lead to your downfall." What happens when two worlds collide? Will she keep on searching for her parents? Will he mate with another, or will he wait for his other? What prize will it cost?

چـی دەربارەی کچێـکی لادێـی کە ڕۆڵی برا و بـاوک بـۆ خوشکەکانی ئـەبینێت، وە دەبێـتە بکوژ و ئەنێـردرێـت بۆ زیندانێـک لەوێ چەندان نهـێنـی ئاشکـرا دەبـن !!!!

Jennie just wanted to survive her first week of university. But between spilled drinks, an unexpected encounter outside a party, and a boy whose expression was far too cold for someone his age, something went completely out of control. He looked bored with the world. Sarcastic. Hard to read. And yet, impossible to ignore. The next morning, an accident turns the casual meeting into an official problem: spilled coffee, a ruined expensive coat, and a seven-day deadline delivered with a dangerously provoking smile. Now every hallway becomes a battlefield. Every exchange of words feels like a challenge. Every glance carries something neither of them wants to admit. Between sharp sarcasm, uncomfortable closeness, and a tension that only keeps growing, Jennie begins to realize that maybe the real problem isn't the coat. But the way he looks at her. As if he already knows this is far from over. And maybe... that little "fight" is only just beginning. (STORY MADE BY A FAN. PLEASE, NO HATE. THIS STORY IS JUST A FANFIC - IT IS NOT MEANT TO FORCE ANY SHIP IN THE ARTISTS' REAL LIVES.) AI PHOTO VIA PINTEREST.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ❝ मुश्किलों में ये डाले, जो भी चाहे करा ले बदले ये दिलों के फैसले... ❞ ❝ मन का मौजी इश्क तो जी, अलबेली सी राहों पे ले चले... ❞ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯-𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ In a world where discipline is second nature and dreams are bigger than the sky above the parade ground a bunch of teenagers are trying to survive high school...and each other. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ₊˚⊹♡⊹˚₊ Some of them grew up with salutes, posting orders, and sacrifice stitched into their childhood. Some are chasing stars they haven't earned yet and Some have spent years dreaming of uniforms that still don't belong to them. And all of them are slowly discovering that love has terrible timing. ⋆｡°✩₊✩°｡⋆ Protective best friends. Overprotective brothers. Teasing siblings. Ridiculous dares. Accidental hand-holds. The one who falls first. The one who falls harder. And the one who swears they aren't in love while being painfully, hopelessly obvious. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ Because clearing exams is hard. Clearing NDA is harder. But surviving high school while pretending you don't love someone? That might just be the toughest battle of all. ♡̷̷̷⸝⸝⸝ ₊˚⊹⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ A story about dreams. About friends

ONE BODY † TWO SOULS ~TAEKOOK~ [TAEKOOK - JK TOP ] Jungkook's world was always split in two, one half quiet and kind, the other burning, wild, and alive. He calls the second half Jungguk. The world calls it a disorder. But to him, it's survival. He's learned to live in pieces, smiling when it hurts, pretending when it shatters, carrying a heart that never beats just once. Every day, he wakes up unsure which version of himself the world will love - - - or destroy. Then there's Taehyung. The boy who walks in without warning, who doesn't flinch at the cracks or the chaos. The one who looks at Jungkook and Jungguk and sees both. Who reaches out to the storm instead of running from it. What follows isn't a fairytale. It's fractured, raw, and real. Because loving someone who lives in two worlds means learning how to stay, even when one half pushes you away. This is a story about identity, healing, and the love that exists in the spaces between brokenness and becoming. Jungkook searches for peace. Jungguk fights for existence. And Taehyung stands in the middle, learning the most dangerous truth of all: Love doesn't choose sides. It chooses SOULS. ⚠️ Content & Ownership Warning: ★ All characters and events are fictional and any resemblance is purely coincidental. ★ This story contains mature themes, including trauma, MPD/DID, and psychological struggles. ★ This story is based on Homosexual relationships in case LGBTQ+ isn't to your preference. ★ This story might contain topics and matters that could trigger some people -reader discretion is advised. ★ Non of the characters follows the stereotype of "bottoms should be girly", and NO male pregnancy is included. ★ The content might not be suitable for children or young teens. ★ I, the author, retain all rights to this story and its content. ★ There will be side relationships to support the flow of events. ENJOY

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How much fucked up can life get when all you're trying to do is live the way you once hoped for? But simple wishes were never meant for jungkook. The darkness wrapped around him a long time ago. A fucked up father as his family, and now the steady burn of hate from people who just can't mind their own fucking business! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ? Then one night, news arrived that shook everything around him. But jungkook didn't even cared. His life had already fallen apart. Still, he never imagined his life would twist this far. Not even in his wildest dream! ● when he arrived -- →from immense hate to.... "𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕." -- ᴊᴋ ----------- confusing description? come find out about the whole story then ;) a story by 𝑵𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝑨𝒎𝒊𝒏 ~ Don't replicate/copy my work! No translation allowed without permission! . . .