Close Stories

When Ella Andrews stumbles into a stranger at a nightclub, she doesn't expect it to end in marriage. She certainly doesn't expect it to end in a war. Ella has spent her life feeling like something in her didn't quite fit - until the night she meets Kedan Dyre: billionaire, ruthless, and centuries older than he looks. Their whirlwind courtship ends in a wedding neither of them fully understands, and on their wedding night, Kedan reveals what he really is. It's the same night the ocean starts calling to something buried in Ella's own blood. She isn't human. She never was. As Ella awakens to a heritage older than the treaty that bound her husband's bloodline to her mother's, she's pulled into a world of ancient houses, blood politics, and enemies who see her as nothing more than an asset to be claimed - or a threat to be erased. Kedan will burn down everything he's built to keep her safe. But the deeper Ella goes, the more she realizes the danger isn't only coming from outside their marriage. Some of it has been hiding in her own family for twenty-six years. A sister who isn't what she seems. A mother believed dead who might still be watching. A father-in-law who buried more than secrets. And a child growing inside her that neither bloodline has ever produced before one that every faction wants a claim to before it's even born. blood tide is a dark, possessive, slow-burn paranormal romance about the cost of love built on centuries of blood, the family you're given versus the family that chooses you, and a woman who has to decide how much of herself she's willing to become to protect everyone she loves. Some tides don't just pull you under. They bring you home.'

Another volume of the Weekend Write-In.

Rishank Agnihotri had spent five years refusing every marriage proposal his mother brought for him. Until one day, he finally gave up because five years of his mother's constant nagging, emotional pressure, and endless attempts to find him a wife had finally left him with no energy to argue anymore. He imagined his soon-to-be wife would be quiet, reserved, and someone who knew how to mind her own business-someone who wouldn't disturb the carefully controlled life he had built for himself. He couldn't have been more wrong. Because Saanvi Taneja was nothing like the woman he had imagined. She was loud, chaotic, dramatic, hopelessly clumsy-and a heart surgeon who somehow managed to bring chaos everywhere she went. She liked crowded places. He preferred staying in his room. She laughed loudly. He found noise even in silence. She was an extrovert. He was more introverted than the word *introvert* itself. She tripped over her own feet and somehow found a new way to embarrass herself every day. He was a walking definition of perfection. She was a complete mess. He was obsessed with order. She believed in love. He believed in duty. She entered the marriage with hope. He entered it with responsibility. Two completely different people, tied together by a marriage neither of them had expected to turn into something real. But what happens when duty slowly begins to feel like comfort? When responsibility starts feeling like attachment? And when the woman he never wanted in his perfectly organized life becomes the one person he cannot imagine living without? Will Rishank ever learn to love the woman who brought chaos into his carefully controlled world? Or will their clashing personalities and unspoken expectations destroy the very relationship that fate forced them to build? Dive into the chaotic, heartwarming, and unexpected journey of Saanvi and Rishank. 𝑲𝒉𝒖𝒅𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏

Cameron Clark is a wild spirited, headstrong, and loud mouthed girl. Although good at heart, Cam and her best friend Kellin live to stir up problems and get in trouble together. Lopez Richardson lives in a silent word. Born a deaf mute, Lopez has worked hard to learn to read, write, and read lips. When Cam befriends Lopez, she never imagined his condition. Cam finds herself falling for Lopez. But can her loud, colorful world ever mix with his silent, black and white world?

What Hurts The Most Was Being So Close - Rascal Flatts, What Hurts The Most A few years older means a few years wiser right? Not for Keefe Sencen. Sophie and him were closer than ever but he does something so reckless that it might ruin their relationship/friendship forever. Credit for picture - Hogwarts is Here Credit for charecters and settings - lovely Shannon Messenger Highest Ranks #8 close #6 lordhunkyhair

Ang lapit pero ang layo. Ang linaw pero ang labo. Mahal kita pero mahal mo ba ako? One Shot Story by: unpredictable_writes

මේක මගේ හිතලුවක් පමණයි. වැරදි ඇටේ නගින එක දඩුවම් ලැබිය හැකි වරදක් 🌚🔞 ආදරය ට වඩා වැදගත් වු සහෝදරත්වය සහ යාළුකම Darling ×Darling 🟢ආහ් කමක් නැහැ.... පොඩ්ඩක්... බැනුම් ඇහූවා කියලා......කෝ කෝ අඩන්නෙ...කෝ කෝ මොකද ඔය තොල හරවන්....නසරාණි හගියා මගේ...අනේව් මගේ කුචු කුචු සොෆ්ට්.... පැන්ඩා බෙබි.....🤗 🐰හිහි...උරතල් නේ... ඩාර්ලි න්....😍 🟢 එකනේ හරි ම උර්තල් අනේ...හොටූත් පෙරාගෙන අඩන බබෙක්... බලන්න අනේ මේ නහය රතු වෙලා ජම්බූ ගෙඩිය වගේ... හරි උර්තල්....🤭 බනියා.. මගේ..හා ඩාර්ලි න්....i miss you soooooo much Ayya × malo 🐯කෝ අඩන්න එපා මල්ලි. ම්ම්ම්...මේක මතක තියාගන්න.ඔයා මේ මිනිස්සු කන එකෙක් නෙවෙයි...ඔයා මගේ මල්ලි. ඒ කියන්නෙ මගේ මල්ලි.. ම්ම්ම් එයා එහෙම මිනිස්සු කන්නේ නැහැ. තේරුනාද? මං නැති වුන කියල කලබල වෙන්න එපා... මං ඔයාව දාලා කොහෙවත් යන්නෙ නෑ බං.. 😮‍💨 🔴 යන්නෙම නැද්ද? 🥺 🐯 වැඩකට නං යනවා.. ඒත් අනිවාර්යයෙන්ම ඔයා ලගට තමයි මං එන්නෙ ම්ම්ම්...ඔය

your dustins younger sister. you go to hawkins high and you are part of the hellfire club.

"Come on, you look like you need a night out." His voice was silk, his eyes were warm. He had come all the way to my house, to stand on my porch, and ask me to break the rules. To lie to my mother about where I was really going. To go to a party that I could almost guarantee would have alcohol in the midst. I swallowed and looked up at him. His lips curved into a smile. I got my phone out... "Mom, hey... I'm going to Gabby's house. I'll be back by 12. Love you too, bye." I considered what I'd just agreed to for a second. Asking myself if I'd regret it. I reached down and picked my sequin Ugg's up off the floor and pulled them on. Probably, I answered myself. Then I stepped out the door, closing it and my morals for the night, behind me.

A series of story-telling poems and bedtime tales. Little Girl isn't so little anymore. These are the echoes of her past. The memories of a girl who refused to grow up, who sought adventure in every aspect of life, who never crumbled even when she faced the darkest of demons. (Inspired by A. A. Milne's When We Were Very Young collection of poems)