Literatura Stories

Oscar Jack Piastri is a middle-class man, trying his best to keep his family stable after his fathers death. A position as the soon-to-be Lord of Amberley's assistant and right hand shall complete all his problems. But what if he falls hard and fast for this Lord? or When Lord Lando Norris is forced to choose between Love and Duty? Will he choose the man who means the world to him or his people who think the world of him? LANDO NORRIS x OSCAR PIASTRI MAX VERSTAPPEN x CHARLES LECLERC SEBASTIAN VETTEL x MARK WEBBER

❝It all began with paneer chili and an ivory white scooty. . .❞ Rain is mythical until you stumble upon a sticky muddy puddle. And Indian monsoons were a real wrack, an exquisite blend of claggy roads, drenched roofs and insects that seemed to get on Lovely Sharma's last nerve. She wasn't the only one despising it though for there was someone else who seemingly shared her dislike. Kartik Joshi hated unhygienic things with a passion and the rains brought just that. So it didn't help after a stormy rainy night when the sun finally arose to grace him, he found his favourite ivory white scooty garnished with red sauces and... capsicum?

everything and nothing

quiet thoughts. fleeting moments. soft realizations. a collection of poetry entries tracing the small, honest fragments of becoming - noticing, wondering, and slowly learning to exist as yourself. not about confessions. not about closure. just a draft of a self, in progress.

𝙖𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙚 | ( .𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 ) A love poem sung at dawn. ──── poem collection. © dulcetiikeu 2026

Inspired by Alexandre Dumas's classic tale.

some short stories to help hone my writing :)

In 1978, Feyyaz wants to go to Istanbul because of the massacre in Maraş. He already knows he'll face troubles in Maraş, but these misfortunes won't end in Istanbul either. However, by a stroke of luck, he meets Neriman, the love of his life.

Undesirables unfolds in a fractured reality where existence itself is governed by unseen laws, creators, and contradictions. The world is shaped by The Ananta--a domain that claims balance yet thrives on exclusion. Those who do not conform to its design are marked as Undesirables, beings stripped of worth, purpose, and voice. At the heart of the story is Joar, a boy burdened by an unnatural calm and an unwanted consciousness that separates him from others. He neither rebels nor submits; he observes. As reality around him fractures--floating lands, collapsing truths, and distorted time--Joar begins to realize that emotion, choice, and identity are not flaws, but threats to a system built on control. Alongside him move figures bound by fate and contradiction: a child hiding power behind innocence, warriors shaped by regret, watchers who claim neutrality, and creators who fear what they cannot predict. Each carries a different truth, yet all are drawn toward an inevitable convergence where loyalty, belief, and morality are tested. A shadow looms over the cosmos--a presence that does not rule through force, but through understanding human weakness. Its smile is not cruel, but knowing. As Joar's journey deepens, the line between creator and creation, good and evil, sacrifice and manipulation begins to dissolve. What emerges is not a tale of heroism, but of choice, not of destiny, but of refusal. Undesirables is a mythic science-fantasy epic about isolation, consciousness, and the quiet rebellion of becoming human in a universe that demands obedience. It asks a singular question: What happens when those who are deemed unnecessary refuse to disappear?

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

Flowers of the Rhine: A Story of Women's Love A serialized historical lgbtq literary romance novel - new chapters every week Berlin, 2020. A librarian sorting through archive boxes discovers a cloth-bound manuscript - the only surviving copy of a book published in 1895 and lost to history. Its title: Der Liebe Lust und Leid der Frau zur Frau. Love's Joy and Sorrow Between Women. What follows is the story of the woman who wrote it. Berlin, 1878. Emilie Knopf is eighteen, gifted, and expected to disappear quietly into a suitable marriage. When she attends a Kostümball dressed as Athena, she is determined to do her duty to her family. Instead she meets Marie von Czarwinski, violinist, composer, widow, and the most dangerous woman in the room. What begins as an unexpected encounter becomes a love story that will carry them from the salons and drawing rooms of Berlin across Europe and North Africa, and back again to a city transforming beyond recognition - through the wreckage of one World War, the electric freedom of the Weimar years and Berlin's notorious gay underground, and into the gathering shadow of the Third Reich. Athena Untamed is a novel about two women who chose each other across fifty years of history that did everything it could to keep them apart. It is about art, music, desire, and the particular courage of living honestly and remaining true to oneself.

❝Drowning always comes at a price, only this time it might just be too high❞ But Tanisha Roy didn't dread the price. For she had been drowning quietly for years now. Sealing lips never sealed her heart from woes. In contrast to what people saw from the outside Tanisha's life was far from perfect. She was already dealing with her brother's 'condition' and the toxicity of her family. And it's not until she moves from a small town in Meghalaya to Mumbai after a long isolation, that her life transforms. It was supposed to be a new beginning. But instead she finds herself entangled with a group of notorious teenagers with a whole baggage of their own. And as secrets begin to unravel, the crew must learn to confront their darkest fears, before it makes them question their own sanity. And if she doesn't learn to swim, then this time-- drowning might not be something Tanisha survives.

It's a short story. Dedicated to every rain lover who has ever dreamed of someone falling in love with them while they were lost in the rain. Let's dive into the story of Kratav and Dhara! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ⋆ 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑳𝒊𝒕. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒙 𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 ⋆ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time I reached, the rain had started properly and my white T-shirt was completely soaked. I stopped the bicycle near the entrance, my breath uneven. And then I saw her. Standing right in the middle of the ground with her head tilted up towards the sky. Her eyes were closed, feeling the rain drops falling on her skin and I couldn't blink. What if she'd disappear? I was fine... until her lips curved into a breathtaking smile, and all the oxygen was knocked out of my lungs. "Dhara." I whispered, breathless. At that moment, nothing else existed. Just her.

Biographies of great artists and our works

**"Anne" was never her real name.** Jane Anterio-once the eldest daughter of a noble family-was forced to abandon everything: her name, her status... her life. Now, she lives under a false identity, hidden in plain sight as a servant in the mansion of a mysterious man - **Elian Varker.** A man of power. Of influence. And of secrets no lighter than her own. In the gaslit streets of Victorian London, where society is bound by rigid rules and shadows conceal far more than they reveal, Jane is drawn into a world of hidden identities, buried truths, and a past that refuses to remain forgotten. Because Elian is not a coincidence. He is a part of the story she tried to escape. And as the truth begins to surface-slowly, relentlessly-Jane will have to make an impossible choice: **Trust the man who may be her only protection... or fear that he may be the very reason she was never safe to begin with.** --- Some names are given. Some are earned. And some are the only thing standing between you and a past that wants you destroyed. -

I have always belonged to him, not as a possession, but as dawn belongs to the light it was born to announce, as truth belongs to time, and as a soul belongs to its spirit.

This is the chrysalis of human experience laid bare.

Hi, I am curious about what if Monika got what she wanted. However, it becomes clear that the MC isn't a player. If only you, the reader, was able to do something like that. I named the Main Character Anthony, by the way. I'm sorry if he isn't like totally accurate to the Team Salvado version. This story is very similar to the original, and I should say it contains disturbing language, strong language, sexual language, and, of course, horror language.

"The truth is mine, but I bear none to speak, To keep my mouth in shambles, my sanity to keep. Because they started rambling through the walls, they speak; They want to rot the house, to make my body meek. Hinges rust, the moths crawl through my skin, The floorboards choke on everything I've been. Father is absent, but he is quick to swear; Mother is present, but it is nothing there. Their words cut me open-they carve me precise, Alcohol's the sinner; sinning is the vice. The mold in the corners-it has learned my name, It breathes when I breathe, it thinks I'm the same. The mold takes my breath; the walls start to bend, While the judge, my Father, tells me to repent."

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ ✧ [ W. Shakespeare ] ────୨ৎ──── Juliet Nolan is a young woman trying to survive Welton Academy after a difficult past. Her grandfather, the school's principal, gave her strict and clear rules to follow, but in a place where a single mistake costs everything, what would happen if she broke them? ────୨ৎ──── [ a Dead Poets Society fanfiction ] [ Charlie Dalton x fem!oc ] [ third person pov ]