Found Stories

"Veer" "Hmm?" "Will you... forget me once you become a big businessman?" Yashveer stopped in his tracks. He turned to her, cupping her small face gently in his hands. His eyes, usually so cold and stern, softened with deep affection. "I would love to die before erasing you from my memory, Shona." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. . . . As he took a step forward, Ishika grabbed his right arm, stopping him. she stands in front of him. "Am I not looking beautiful hubby, that you are not even looking at me" Ishika said, while running her fingertip on his left cheek. Thats it. Yashveer yanked her hand and grabbed her neck, pinning her against wall. His grip on her neck was mercilessly tight that make her choke, her face turn red as gasp for air. " Save your tricks. I feel nothing but disgust looking at you." . . . . It's my first book. and english is not my first language so if there's any grammatical mistakes please ignore it. This whole story is my own imagination so don't say I have copied it. Some of the prompt I've asked from chatGPT . . . -IMPORTANT - in this book there will violence and tragic scene and the ml is violent and kinda psyco type you can also say his is blood thirsty mafia when it's come to baby wife...there will be some past trauma and if you guys are thinking there will be any bonding between ml and his family in last....so let me tell you NO there would not.... there will be some dialog in Hindi words with no translation -Tropes... Mafia king × innocent girl protective ml × clumsy fl age gap height difference clam × chaotic touch her and die❎ you won't even have eyes to look at her✅ soft romance bloodshed

Where a soft spoken and giggling mess of a vampire meets the gruff police officer.

When conditioning turns ugly. Oliver's a Neutral. He'd known that since he was born, since his parents took every single hobby away from him, since he'd been relegated to his room for studying and nothing else. Turns out, that level of isolation causes a lot more problems than you'd expect. Eventually, Oliver, or at least those around him, realizes that while he might not have the Neutral Classification, he's the most Neutral person you'd ever find. And not in a good way. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB

"I knew from the first time // I'd stay for a long time // 'cause I like me better when // I like me better when I'm with you" - I Like Me Better, Lauv

Dragon of the Apocalypse, The Black Dragon, The Dragon King, The Beast from the Book of the Apocalypse, The Dragon of Magic, The Strongest. Acnologia has held many titles, donned endless aliases, and earned every crown. It has always been this way; he, the end-all-be-all, and the world, his nemesis. When he dies, it feels like a release - an end of eras... it feels like he can rest. But with power comes consequences and in the Space between Time comes Anna Heartfilia. With nothing more than a few words and a fall, Acnologia is thrust backward in time, entrusted with the sacred and ludicrous responsibility to save the world he once terrorized and raise those he once tried to exterminate. But it's been a long time since he's felt this human, and longer still since he's faced the enemy that jeopardizes the new life he builds. This is the story of a man who destroyed one world and built another. This is the story of a family born from scales and scars. This is the story, of the Dragon Father. Warning: Contains foul language, mature themes such as: torture, gore, death, slavery, cults, graphic violence, reference to sex, grief, PTSD, child abuse, and sorts of terrible stuff that the Fairy Tail canon mentions but doesn't dive into (I do. I dive into it.) REWRITE TIME BABYYYYY LET'S GOOOOOO! This is a complete rewrite of the original which you can find here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/169289668-the-dragon-father Once more, I don't own any of the art (if you see yours and don't want it here, let me know I'll take it down. I always try to keep watermarks in the images) I also don't own any of Fairy Tail's characters or its plot. This is a fanfiction produced for fun, not profit. This sucker updates on the 28th of every month

In the heart of Los Angeles, where the thin blue line meets the roaring red, Captain Zoe Anderson of the LAPD and Fire Chief Elaine Kincaid lead their respective forces with unwavering dedication. Their bond, forged in the fires of shared purpose and deepened by a love that defies the odds, is the bedrock of their lives-and the lives of the found families they've built within their squads. As they become a true life line for each other, the city they protect becomes pledged with tragic disasters, pushing them to the brink of unimaginable disaster. Will their strength be enough to save not just their city, but everything they hold dear? They killed our Captain and it was stupid so I fixed it, this story is filled with family struggles, love, hurt and comfort, tragedy, near death experiences, and paroles adventures. Happy reading yall I don't own any characters but Andy (Kinda) i borrowed the name from the old guard but the character is my own

Alexa Blackwood came to Woodlance chasing answers buried in an old letter and the ghosts of a family she never truly knew. What she expected was silence, maybe healing. What she found was a town stitched together by secrets. Teenagers from the founding families are vanishing without a trace. Whispers crawl through the streets after dark. Old symbols are carved where no one claims to have been. And every clue seems to circle back to Alexa. Haunted by the mission that shattered her, Alexa wants nothing more than to outrun her past. But with her fiercely loyal brother-in-arms Riley Hunter at her side, she is pulled into a mystery older than the town itself. Because Woodlance is hiding more than missing teens. It is guarding a bloodline. And Alexa Blackwood was never meant to stay hidden. Echoes of History is a gripping blend of mystery, found family, buried legacies, and the kind of darkness that learns your name before you learn its face.

Everything's normal at Northpoint besides the passage way to another world normal, Astrid and her friends discover it well looking in the forest and it changes their life for good now there all starting grade 11 and everything going fineish then Astrids life is blown up when someone new starts to going to Northpoint high school.

In the ancient Chinese concept, cicadas were somewhat similar to the Egyptian scarab beetles, as they emerged from the soil with high pitched sounds, carrying even greater hope of survival.

Camp Wonder was supposed to be a normal summer. Cabins. Rules. Campfires. Strangers forced into friendship. But some places don't just change you - they recognize you. As Marc settles into camp life, quiet bonds begin to form, emotions deepen, and something beneath the surface starts to stir. This is a story about belonging, identity, and the connections that shape us before we even realize they exist. This is a limited preview. The full manuscript is complete and currently being revised for publication.

Layla's world was built on logic and boundaries. She would sooner leave everything behind and rebuild it all over again than have to let go of that control. So, when a stranger with grey eyes brings back memories from the past and tries to blur those lines, she finds herself backed into a corner. The magic she's been trying to run from all these years comes back, demanding a price be paid.

Sometimes, I wonder what the most important thing in my life is. Is it being with her as much as possible? Because I miss her every time she walks out the door. Is it protecting her-guarding her with my life? Because I would die for her if I had to. Is it comforting her through her bad days, letting her know that no matter what happens, she will always have me? What is the most important thing in my life? It's her. It's my Riley. I don't think anyone could ever love her the way I do. My name is Brody. And I'm her dog. --- © All rights reserved 2026

They did not erase the truth. They made forgetting easier. Theia was never meant to remember. Once, she was part of the system that records reality-where every name, every event, every loss is written, sealed, and preserved. But when the record begins to fracture, she becomes something the archive was never designed to hold: a discrepancy. Now, the Council wants her corrected. Because somewhere deep within the archive, a truth has surfaced-one that was never supposed to remain. A name that should have stayed buried. A version of events that does not match what the world was taught to remember. And Theia is the only one who can see it. As the system closes in, the cost becomes clear: Memory is not neutral. Truth is not permanent. And some stories are rewritten for a reason. But if the archive decides what remains, what happens to the ones it tries to erase? ✦ A story about memory, control, and the quiet violence of being rewritten.

(CHAPTER 3 IS THE ANSWER TO ALL CHAPTER 1 AND 2) We have 7 lives, 7 happiness, 7 goodbyes, and 7 paths. This is the story of Halilintar, as you join his journey to heal and reach the red threads that bind them all. "Are you willing to take up the path to unravel the lies and ruin. AND strengthen us with your broken single thread?" He didn't want to be chosen .....But it wasn't a choice either.. ❁✿❀❁✿❀❁✿❀❁✿❀❁✿❀ In summary, Halilintar is the eldest who carries too much, regreting himself for his every downfall, watches the family he сαԼԼꫀძ fall "apart" He is walking on a thin line between reality and memory, trying to fix what was broken, trying to save what was lost. Idk if you guys can survive the prelude but well see :/ But... can fate really be changed? ❁✿❀❁✿❀❁✿❀❁✿❀ Everything is normal, I promise. Also, this is based on psychological messages in ourselves. Don't miss this out. This is not your typical story. If you're looking for comfort and understanding, this is your magic shop.

Rina has worked at the Guild longer than anyone can remember. She's the only original cast member left. The inside jokes died with the old group chat. The co‑worker who made the trauma bearable? Gone. Now she's surrounded by new hires who say "I love the culture here" while standing in the ashes of the culture she built. She doesn't age. She doesn't leave. She just stays - doing paperwork, locking memories in a bottom drawer, and quietly teaching the next generation how to survive. A slow, winding story about corporate loneliness, the weight of outliving everyone, and the small miracle of choosing to stay anyway. For fans of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, quiet fantasy, and anyone who's ever been the last one left from the original team.

Two women. One kid. A life they built together before either of them had the nerve to call it love. When Sirin is left pregnant and abandoned the night before her wedding, her best friend Nara does the one thing no one asked her to do. She gives up a once-in-a-lifetime scholarship abroad and stays. No explanation. No confession. Just presence, the only way she knows how to love. For eight years, they build a life together. Warm meals. Shared routines. A daughter who sees far more than she should. It isn't the life either of them planned. But it's the one that feels most like home. Then something shifts. As Sirin begins to explore a part of herself she never had space to examine, years of silence start pushing toward the surface. Both of them are afraid. Both of them are running out of room. Some feelings don't disappear just because you never name them. They just wait. GL romance · Slow burn · Found family · Two timelines

A girl stood in the middle of a huge hall, admist the faces which had once felt like home. Her gentle green eyes held a practiced calm even though her facade trembled slightly as the soft whispers of present were mixed with the haunting ache of past. Her eyes glistened slightly as they lingered on them. On those who had once taught her what love was, then buried her as if she had never belonged. She carried their blood, but her heart carried longing - aching for them, for the shadows which had turned away from her when she had begged to be chosen. "Stupid emotions, right? ", she laughed bitterly at her own petty reflection. The same reflection which have held her together yet chained her to the past as if hopes could be relived. As if a fractured vase could carry blooming flowers again. But present was different, serene, tender in a way she couldn't explain. Because it held those who have chosen her despite blood, loved her believing she always belonged. She was their daughter. Their sister. Their own in every way that mattered. And somewhere in the middle of every wound her soul carried, she was already falling for someone in a way so beautifully that - She felt held even in scars. She felt adored even in bruises. As if every bickering was healing something, Every glance was whispering devotion, Every hint of sarcasm was a silken murmur of fondness. But when past meets present , Would the ties once shattered, Shatter furthur? Or Would they be tangled again, imperfect, soft, Yet enough to hold what had been lost?

Some histories are written in stone. The Romans conquered Dacia in a devastating battle. The white wolf did not come. Lucky Romans. Welcome to New Dacia, where legends are written in blood and shadow and in loyalty bred to the bone. Zal and Zaris have survived everything the streets of Remelle could throw at them. They are feared and adored in equal measure. Nobody crosses them. Nobody knows their secrets. Nobody knows what is coming. Three weeks until the Calling. Five moons rising over a selenite city that glows like a prayer. And somewhere in the crowd a wolf priest is looking at the sky and calculating something he has spent his entire life preparing for. The White Wolf has not been seen in living memory. Life as they know it will never be the same.

Frank Castle, Bucky Barnes, Wakanda, Michigan In which a girl is dragged into a lot of shit she didn't ask for, courtesy of a thrift shop. (" How the hell do you have this?" " Found it?" " 'Found' black market secrets?" " ... it was at a thrift store?")

"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ-ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ." ꜱɪᴇɴɴᴀ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇꜱ-ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴏꜱꜱᴀʟ. 💌fem!oc x male!oc 💌12/20/25-TBA ⚠️Don't steal, copy, or paste my work on Wattpad or other platforms.