Feminist Stories

He found his home in her He fell first , Both fell harder It's a typical 90s arranged marriage between two strangers bound by family, tradition and expectations. He is calm and carrying scars from a past he never talks about. She is fierce in her silence, doubtful of marriage after seeing how society treats women. But somewhere between shared glances and unspoken care ,love found its way. She healed his wounds and he became her safe place. This is their journey of two souls learning that sometimes, love doesn't come by choice, it just happens.

Dear Diary, Today, I remembered that crowns are not made of gold. They are made of survival. They are forged from girls who were told to be quiet but learned to speak. From women who were told to be less but became more. From hearts that broke, healed, and found the courage to beat louder than before. They called her dramatic when she spoke. Difficult when she questioned. Rebellious when she refused to bow. So she picked up a pen. the Queen Diaries is not a story of princesses waiting to be saved like damsel in distress. It is a collection of poetic diary entries written by queens - queens who were never given thrones, only battles. Queens who have been silenced, underestimated, broken, healed, and reborn. Through intimate confessions, silent battles, fierce rebellions, and quiet moments of hope, these pages explore feminism, womanhood, identity, resilience, self-love, and the lifelong journey of becoming. These are not merely poems. They are confessions. They are revolutions. They are crowns woven from words. Each entry is a fragment of a kingdom built from courage. Some pages carry heartbreak. Some burn with rage. Others bloom with healing and hope. Together, they tell the story of women refusing to shrink themselves for the comfort of others and discovering that their power was never something the world could give - or take away. This is not a diary of fairy tales. It is a diary of survival. Of resistance. Of becoming. So, turn the page. You may find pieces of yourself between the lines. Because every scar is a chapter. Every voice is a revolution. Every woman is a queen. Welcome to the Queen Diaries. A queen is waiting to tell her story. Perhaps, she is you.

In 19th Century Berlin, Victor Harmann is a talented but unsuccesful artist, desperate for inspiration that he cannot manage to find. Drunk, and about to get kicked out of his small apartment, he stumbles upon a mysterious, elusive woman who seems to haunt his every thought. As Victor embarks a journey of self-discovery, passion and even obsession, he becomes a recognised painter. But Eveline isn't at all who he imagined. *All rights reserved*

A slow burn high school romance .

she wasn't always like this. there was a time when Storm was a bright little girl with real dreams. dreams that seemed accomplishable and glorious. those were encouragements her daddy used to give her late at nights before bed. he still gave her that tiny glimmer of hope, just through the specialized laminate material of the prison glass windows. Storm changed her name when she joined her gang. she didn't want to be Bellona. not only was it a ridiculous name it was not who she was. Bellona no longer existed, only Stormi. Bellona was a naive child whose reality of the world quickly changed growing up a Black girl. Bellona once believed the world was just and fair until it proved her wrong.. ultimately hardening her heart. now Stormi, that was a warrior. her fierceness was worshipped by nearly all of the Bronx. they knew a real one when they saw it. her pain was hidden very deeply, almost unattainable beneath a facade of emptiness. but of course, the wall will eventually be broken down. the cause of it? two friends of different but also not so different backgrounds. there is practically no actual representation of black culture on Wattpad. we aren't just a culture. or a statistic. once, this world was ruled by wealthy Black kings and queens. what happened? colonization and immoral conquering. but now? we're still royalty. we're human. we're Black with real actual stories and real problems we face worldwide, institutionalized, and in our own communities.

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu ( I'm terrible at writing description

This is part 2 of year 2019 of my slow-burn, detailed story of Y/N as the eighth member of BTS. The story is as realistic as possible, which means it sticks to dates as well as social and idol "norms". It tells the in-depth story of Y/N's personal and celebrity life as a member of BTS, including saesang experiences, friendships with other idols, the relationship with the other members, family drama, concert and tour experiences, and more! This is not snapshots or short imagines, it does have a timeline with a plot. (Highly recommend you read the books in order starting from pre-debut otherwise you won't understand much) *Disclaimer: This book deals with heavy topics such as mental illnesses, suicide, death, sexism/misogyny, sexual/verbal abuse, racism, and xenophobia #Fanfic #FanFiction #Fandom Highest Rankings: #5 in member #1 in Btsmember #8 in eighthmember 34 ff

For all kids that never got to grow up,for all kids that grew up too fast,and for everyone who jist wanted to be heard and seen. -i wrote this on my life expiriences and my thoughts. It's not AI made so please don't copy!

When trouble arose, Westville relied on the Heroes, a long-established band of enhanced individuals who mask their true identities for the greater good. Until they suddenly and inexplicably vanished. The years went by, the crime rate grew, and the remaining Heroes seemed to disappear one by one. Miel lives in a world riddled with villainy. Her college campus, located in the middle of downtown Westville, has recently been the site of several violent crimes. The people of Westville beg the Heroes to return, but the Heroes remain quiet. Until Miel encounters the new Hero, Paragon.

A girl gets her bone cut in half, screws put in and the leg forced straight. It is the hardest thing she's ever faced, she realizes that she can't get out of it; she can't do anything but push forward. Will she be able to stay strong?

When we were younger, we all learned about Cinderella, Snow White, The Sleeping Beauty, and many more. These stories were considered beautiful and romantic, and a lot of us idolised these princesses as children. But if you think about it with a clear head, a lot of these stories aren't all that great: Is it so romantic to wake up and find a random man kissing you without your consent? Is it so romantic to drop a shoe by accident and be stalked for months by a man who knows barely anything about you? Not to mention the fact that not all princesses love princes. Some love princesses, some love nonbinary royals, some love more than one person, and some don't romantically love anyone at all. This book reflects on such stories, and much more. Each chapter will be from a different fairytale princess's perspective, telling their story, and what happened after ever after. The idea of this book is to normalise certain things, like LGBTQIAP+ and independent women. I might even be including some chapters from the perspective of characters from current fandoms, like Harry Potter and The Hunger Games. Hope you enjoy it!

A COLLECTION OF MOTIVATIONAL POEMS, PARABLES AND PRO-VERBS. DEDICATED TO GOD AND HIS SAINTS

Money is power. And if you're not careful, you will become a slave to it.

A jumbled up, unorganized book of all my poetry, short stories, songs and short stanzas. These are all stand alone pieces that don't correlate with each other, therefore can be read out of order or skipped

VANESSA REYES: Currently jobless, she ran away from home when she was seventeen to live a normal life away from the monsters who suffocated to the core. Though she was born to a billionaire. She never had it for luxuries and money. Once a happy family of three was shattered when her mom passed away and her dad was never the same after the death of his beloved wife. Things with her family were never the same. KAYDEN ROCQUE : He is ruthless, cold-hearted, arrogant man who fires his employees as if they are insects. No one has ever dared to cross paths with him. He is defined by his status in life as being the apex of success with all money in his bank account. Women may flock him due to the mystique that surrounds his persona. BUT BEWARE! He has a head for business and body for a sin. ***************************************** Find out what happens when these two cross their paths in the most unexpected circumstances?

In the autumn of 1993, the world at King's Cross is loud, crowded, and entirely indifferent to anyone who isn't a hero. While her parents' faces glow with a "bone-crushing" pride for her brother, Y/N has become a master of the side-hug and the polite, hollow smile. She is the girl who stays in the shadows of the platform, a silent observer of a Wizarding World that seems to have forgotten its own history. After years of being just another face at King's Cross Primary, the transition to Hogwarts feels less like a magical dream and more like a different stage for the same old performance. but inside, she is a storm of "big feelings" and uncomfortable truths. She knows the names of the women written out of the history books, and she sees how the world expects her to tie herself into knots just to be considered "good enough." This story is a testament to the power of feminism in a decade that tried to keep girls quiet; it is about the "hidden costs" of a system where women were once sold, silenced, and told to be grateful for the scraps. Y/N is tired of being the runner-up in her own life, tired of the standards she never asked to meet, and tired of "smile-acting" through a reality that feels rigged against her. When a literal collision with a raven-haired boy who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders shatters her quiet invisibility, the walls she built to protect herself begin a long, slow crumble. It isn't a sudden fall, but a slow burn-a gradual realization that she doesn't have to be the girl behind him or even just the girl with him. In a time of grunge music and ancient magic, she is finally finding the courage to be the girl beyond him.

Bandhania Sometimes a bond doesn't protect-it confines. Sometimes a promise doesn't bring peace-it brings silence. Bandhania is not just another love story. It's a journey through forced destiny, buried childhoods, and the kind of connection that lingers even when a wall of bitter silence is built between two souls. She lost everything-her freedom, her childhood, her voice. He became everything-her unchosen fate, her childhood protector, and the stranger she must now face. Vedika was traded away at the tender age of six, bound by an ancient tradition to fifteen-year-old Vikram Thakur. She learned to survive the toxic walls of the haveli by becoming a ghost. But beneath her cold, neutral mask lies the memory of the only boy who ever shielded her, the boy who used to kneel on the marble floor to answer her every innocent, nonsense question. But fate isn't kind... it brings him back years later, not to return her childhood, but to make her face the reality she has been running from. If you've ever felt trapped by expectations, hurt too deeply in silence, or remembered a lost bond too vividly-this story will find you. Because sometimes, duty demands more than just sacrifice... it demands a reckoning. Dive into Bandhania-a tale of a child-bride, a powerful heir, and the unspoken words that echo through the cold corridors of a grand haveli.

A small coroner with a strong character meets without knowing his true nature a seductive vampire, the youngest brother of Vlad Dracula, the infamous Impaler. On the day she is kidnapped by a strange organization, everything changes. Her life is destroyed and she has to learn how to tame a world which she was far from suspecting the existence. Between an execrable but incredibly sexy multimillionaire, a strange Chaldean priest, some vampires with mortal instincts and turbulent creatures, discover the part of Shadow that sleeps in each of us.

Being a female werewolf sucks. Undoubtedly. I mean I may as well be living in the 1940s! What the heck is with such a patriarchal structure in packs? Personally, I am not a fan. What I hate even more are soul mates. Werewolves seriously just accept marriages arranged by some god? Not only do they accept, but they also make fairytale after fairytale romanticising this practice. The very last thing I ever want is a mate. So why on earth am I stood face to face with the epitome of all I hate about werewolves, with my wolf screaming "mate!"? I don't want a soul mate though...

WHAT'S MORE HEARTENING AND JOYOUS THAN A BUNCH OF POETRY WHICH ATTACK WITH AN INSTANT IMPACT ON YOUR HEART. PRESS THE ORANGE BUTTON AND RECEIVE HEAPS OF INSPIRING POEMS EVERYDAY DoN't lIkE pOeTrY ..... dON't dArE rEAd