Childhood Stories

Sitara Saeed who is a bubbly girl, yet calm one. She is referred to as his 'Aara', She loves her family so much, she loves to play guitar and she loves his yaan so much which could easily be shown in her alluring grey eyes. she has a dream to fulfill but what happened when his yaan didn't reciprocate his love. On the other hand, Aliyan Zaidi is referred to her as his 'yaan'. They both are best friends from childhood as they were cousins by relation, he didn't realise his love at first yet he believes that it was his infatuation and he shattered her to the end that made it hard for her to return back and tied them into marriage, will he comprehend his mistakes or they will seperate by fate. Let's delve into their love and possession journey. @yogiiii♥️ .......................

Story of a naive, innocent girl Shruthi and arrogant, possessive guy Krishna. Check out the story for more details ;)

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊♠ [SLOW UPDATE] ♡˚₊✦ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɪɴ ✦₊˚♡ Kadang-kadang... hidup ni pelik. Ada orang yang lahir dalam keluarga bahagia dan ada orang macam Raffat, lahir dalam keluarga yang penuh luka. Sehinggalah Allah menemukannya dengan seseorang yang tak sempurna...tapi cukup untuk menyentuh hatinya yang beku. Perlahan-lahan, dia mula belajar...Allah tak pernah tarik cinta daripada hidup manusia, cuma manusia itu sendiri yang pintu hatinya. Dalam dunia ini, tak ada satu pun manusia yang sempurna. Setiap orang pasti ada titik kelemahan masing-masing. ⚠️JALAN CERITA AGAK CRINGE‼️ ⚠️CERITA INI HANYALAH REKAAN SEMATA MATA‼️ 🚫PLAGIAT IS NOT ALLOWED‼️

In a realm bound by duty, legacy, and the weight of crowns, some stories begin not with war or ambition-but with something far quieter. Before he was known as Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and the realm's most beloved prince, he was simply a boy with mismatched eyes, carrying the expectations of a kingdom he did not yet understand. Before she became a lady whispered of in courts and songs, Denyse Hightower was a dreamer-gentle, golden, and full of stories about knights, love, and the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself. Their first meeting was nothing more than a fleeting childhood moment within the vast halls of the Red Keep-a fall, a hand extended, laughter shared beneath the sun. But from that single, innocent beginning, something deeper took root. As the years pass, the world around them grows harsher. Loyalties are tested, wars threaten to rise, and the burdens of birthright begin to close in. Baelor is shaped into a prince the realm demands, while Denyse must navigate a life where love is often a luxury denied to women of noble blood. Yet through distance, duty, and the unyielding pull of fate, one question lingers- Can a love born in innocence survive in a world ruled by power? Or will it become just another story, lost to time like so many before it?

In a world ruled by blood and power, Hermione Lawrence is not just a princess- she's a weapon. Feared across Korea as a ruthless Mafia Princess, Hermione leaves nothing but bodies behind for anyone foolish enough to challenge her. When a gang dares to take her head, she doesn't just defeat them- she wipes them out. Merciless. Untouchable. Deadly. But power always comes with a price. To protect her from rising enemies-including the Yakuza-her father sends her away to the Philippines, forcing her to leave her throne behind... for now. Yet Hermione doesn't run. She hunts. In a land ruled by dangerous gangs, she steps into a new battlefield where stronger monsters await. And at the center of it all is one name whispered in fear- Grey Smith. The Gangster Lord of the Philippines. A man as deadly and ruthless as she is. When two predators cross paths, there are no heroes. No mercy. Only domination. Because in this game of power and blood- only one will rule. Started: September 17, 2024

Spending three months on Earth as both a vacation and a lesson would have been a dream to most- but not to [name]. Barely familiar with the planet's culture and dragged into an RV with the legendary Maxwell Tennyson and his two grandchildren, she can't name one thing positive about the trip. Unfortunately, she believed in trying everything at least once. [ alien! reader/ben tennyson ] [ (slight) reader/gwen tennyson ]

She was theirs she never knew, and they would again have a gem after their daughter they never thought. She was a made of pure innocence, Soft and careful They were strong, Powerful enough to erase everything, They found their happiness again But she found....A home...A family To know about more continue reading, Vamika: Their Calm and Storm...

. . . Y/n : T..thank you. She took the book and turned her heels, ready to leave the hill. Taehyung : Don't you want to spend time with me? Ms. Park Y/n? Taehyung stepped infront of her and gently placed his hands on her cheeks Taehyung : You thought I would forget my Y/n? I recognised you the very moment I saw you in the shop. . . .

In a small corner of Suhum, where dusty roads raised more children than schools did, a group of kids grew up believing that life was simple. No one told them they were poor. They only knew they were alive. Kofi and his friends live through laughter, trouble, hunger, friendship, and dangerous curiosity that always leads them into unexpected moments. From stolen mangoes to broken school windows, from street games to painful lessons-they discover that childhood is not just about playing... it is about surviving, learning, and growing in a world that doesn't always play fair. This is not just a story. It is a memory we all lived... in different ways. mm Welcome to The Street We Grew Up On.

A maple tree on a residential street is shedding leaves that negotiate their own descent - and someone has already decided they're worth five dollars each. The narrator and Kevin work the system with bent lacrosse heads and torn butterfly nets, intercepting value out of thin air, until a boy on rollerblades rolls in and everything starts changing state without warning. What follows isn't escalation. It's a parking lot, a hotel with its lights on, and two men who shouldn't be moving in the same direction coming through the same door - Fat Andy the Juggalo and Yellow, aligned for the first time in any version of reality either of them inhabits. "Come collect your friend." They're talking about Kevin. The dream declines to finish the sentence.

The characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. This story is entirely my own work. If you've already read the first version of Scars of Royalty, you'll know what the story is about. But since I wasn't satisfied with the first version of this fanfic, I've decided to improve both the writing and the plot. Yes, there will be slight changes, but it's to improve the quality of the fanfic so you can enjoy it more. I apologize to all my readers who followed the first version of Scars of Royalty, and I thank you for reading it. I will do a better job. Thank you all very much.

Sherry Miller has loved Dylan Edward for as long as she can remember. Their futures were sealed the day they were born-an arranged marriage meant to unite two powerful families. While others saw obligation, Sherry saw destiny. Dylan was always hers....or so she believed. But Dylan never wanted the life chosen for him. His heart always belongs to another woman, and the closer the wedding approaches, the more trapped he feels by the promise made long before he could speak his own name. To Sherry, Dylan is the love of her life. To Dylan, she is the life he never chose. Caught between duty and desire, heartbreak and hope, their marriage may bind their names together.....but it cannot force Dylan to give Sherry the one thing she wants most. His love.

"your eyebrows have gotten thicker." "...excuse me, what?" they were inseparable. then life happened. now, years later, fate throws them back together-and neither of them knows how to act. highest ranking: #1 - cortisjuhoon #1 - usagain #4 - us #6 - martin #8 - kimjuhoon #cortis #juhoon #music #kpop #fanfiction #romance started: 04.30.2026 ended: ???

Over protecting......is it the cure or the solution? NAH

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Murdoc Niccal's Autobiography. A coverage of Murdoc's childhood (both canon and fanon), early adulthood, and recent years, detailing his vanity, superiority complex, and inner conflict. "You were born an original. Don't die a copy." Chapter updates every Thursday. Disclaimer: This story is not a ship with anyone in any way. There will be no smut, only implied and/or aggressive scenes. Murdoc is an unreliable narrator and will paint himself in a more flattering light if it so pleases him (told in first person). There will be slight jumps in age. Author's Note: Not all of these events are canon, and the characters are owned by Gorillaz. This story covers Murdoc's earliest moments up to 2026.

Cassadee Mariyah Ferrer, a young lady who's genuine and pure. Childish yet mature. She grew up in the province with her childhood friends. She treasured friendship, but along the way of their friendship, Raddon Clifford Hawthorn who's her boy bestfriend,confessed to her, yet she was too young to understand that feeling. Almost 8 years of their friendship, and suddenly Raddon had to live in the city; they part ways. 10 years after, Cassadee waited for him to come back, and when that time finally came, she realized that she also felt the same-even before she felt the same. But she's not certain if he still have a crush on her. Is it too late she didn't tell him because she likes him. Can they take the risks to fight for each other this time, or would they just let kismet do its job? He fell first; she fell harder- has he lost feelings for her after how many years? Or he also waited for her if this time she were finally ready. This story is about waiting for something-someone you truly love. Even if you're not certain sure if the waiting phases would be worth it, you'll still wait even if it may take a thousand years.

A collection of poems ⌛

If I had the chance to go back to childhood, I would love the freedom from stress... but hate the lack of freedom to be heard. This is a nostalgic, emotional journey through the beauty and frustration of growing up.