Literatura Stories

𝑾𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. Parthvi never chose this for herself but she became the price for a crime she never committed. Rana Rudra Adhiraj Raisinghania is cold, powerful but and broken by the past and wants only one thing, payback. He is meant to be her punishment and she is meant to pay. But when does anything go according to your plan when god has one of his own and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight inside ourselves. But they are not fighting a battle, they carry the whole damn war inside themselves.

Romilly Johnson to 17 letnia dziewczyna, która wyjeżdża do Norwegii. Nie spodziewała się jednak, że na jej drodze stanie ktoś taki jak Nathaniel Moons, czyli niesamowicie utalentowany pisarz i gitarzysta. Publicznie ich relacja wydaje się dosyć napięta, lecz tak naprawdę nikt nie wie, co takiego rozwija się pomiędzy ich długimi spojrzeniami. Myślę, że nawet oni sami nie wiedzą. [15+] ------------ #1 - literatura 2025 #1 - romance December 25'

The palm of my hand stung because of the slap and I clenched it hard, as I walked away from him. I came to halt, when he caught my wrist in his hand. My eyes widening, I turned around. His eyes held a glittering fire, he yanked me backwards making me fall on his chest he whispered, "Stop walking away from me, Love." My hands on his chest tried to push him away, but his grip tightened he pulled me closer to him making my breath hitch. His eyes were staring in mine, I averted mine fiercely trying to avoid his gaze. My eyes landed on his cheek, where I slapped him not two minutes ago and it made me wonder. What shameless man was he, for if it was any other male they wouldn't look my way another time. Didn't he feel an ounce of embarassment? He raised his hand with a slight smile, "You forgot something, Siya." My eyes slid towards his hand, with which my anklet dangled between us. I felt my eyes widened, I looked down. "My love, hate me all you want." His deep voice caught my attention, my eyes meeting his on their own accord. It was as if he had got closer than he was before, "But try to walk away from me? I am not sure I could handle that, Meri Jaan." ____________________ "If I want you desperately enough to light up my own business on fire for a single smile of yours, Siya Yuvaan Singh Chauhan, I doubt there is anything in this world I wouldn't do for you." -Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan. "Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, What I feel towards you goes beyond words, beyond the boundaries of languages and beyond the boundaries of this measely world. What I feel for you goes beyond the word 'hate'. It goes beyond your regrets, your guilt, and way beyond the love I could hold for any human being ever." - Siya Sharma. A perfect example for hell? An obsessed stalker, Forced marriage and constant crumbling respect. I welcome you to, Siya and Yuvraaj's journey. The tainted black heart, The red shade...it was her stain. Check the book for full description.

Kiba Lockheart ended his day in a very average way. He crawled into bed, turned the lights out and called it a day. However, in the middle of the night he wakes to find himself in the middle of a busy city intersection. As he looks around confused and disoriented, he begins to realize that the people around him aren't even human! Experience life from his point of view as he tries to stay ahead of an evil woman with dark intent while navigating this strange new world as he searches for a way home.

❀ 𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗚𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝟭 𝄞 𝗔𝗶𝗺𝗲́ 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗴𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆 a fui. Son passé, ses cicatrices, Paris mais surtout 𝑙𝑢𝑖. En quittant son pays natal pour la Suisse, il ne cherche pas une nouvelle vie, seulement le silence, un endroit loin de ses démons. Alors qu'il s'installe avec sa meilleure amie, il se mure dans la solitude, persuadé que s'attacher ne mène qu'à la douleur. 𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠, se promet-il. Mais le destin suit parfois ses propres chemins, surtout lorsqu'il porte le nom de 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦. Cette université, est cette route où se croisent des trajectoires que rien, en apparence, ne destinait à se croiser. C'est sur les bancs de Nova que surgit comme une tempête en plein milieu de la nuit : 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰, un jeune homme brillant, touchant, qui apporte ce souffle dans l'âme. Néanmoins, derrière les sourires, Eden camoufle des fêlures profondes, mais surtout sur un vase près à déborder à la moindre goutte de trop. Deux âmes en guerre contre elles-mêmes, deux cœurs brisés qui s'entrechoquent violemment. Ils devront choisir : se rapprocher au risque de rouvrir leurs blessures, ou rester à distance en renonçant peut-être à leur unique chance de guérir. « Au commencement, le fil se tendait vers les âmes brisées. 𝑨𝒖𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒅'𝒉𝒖𝒊, 𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂̀ 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒂̀ 𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒕 𝒂̀ 𝒈𝒖𝒆́𝒓𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒄 𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒔. »

A short poem, about things I have never said outloud.

In a quiet country town, home to a small state university, a student named Declan Stevenson goes missing under mysterious circumstances. When veteran FBI agent Matthew Robertson is sent to investigate the disappearance, he discovers that Declan was involved in a little-known university-sponsored project. Robertson must unravel the mystery of Declan's disappearance while navigating the bureaucracy of the institution that's trying to bury it. To understand the nature of the secret project, Robertson dives into the academic world of cognitive science and learns that everything is not as it seems. Now, it is a race against time to unravel the mystery and uncover the truth behind the student's fate.

In a world where storms rage both inside and out, Joshua Gringley's life has long been flagging. But when a chance encounter reveals the news of his friend Ricco's death in a mysterious car crash, Josh's life begins to spiral. Haunted by memories of their turbulent youth and Ricco's odd behavior throughout the friendship, Joshua becomes obsessed with reliving his past. But when he learns new details about Ricco's final days, Josh must confront not only his demons but the very reality he thought he knew. The Island in the Storm is a haunting tale of the storms we face when the line between truth and illusion blurs.

"The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to be acquainted with it all over again."

Meredith Elliot, a writer who gets hired by Saturday Night Live, is a hardworking, determined woman who will not let anyone get in her way. She loves the excitement of writing something new every week, but there is one thing she cannot stand about it. The celebrities. After writing a hit sketch, Meredith is forced to work with cast members, like Bill Hader, to create characters and sketches. She treats the jobs as she would any other writing assignment. That is until she goes out after a show one Saturday night. • • • • "Meredith.. wait.. I have to tell you-" He starts and I groan. "I know where this is about to go, don't you dare say it." I tell him, but he's speaking before I finish. "I like you. Actually, I think we really like each other." He says, keeping his eyes on me. "You said it, even though I told you not to." I mumble, sighing. "I'm flattered... I promise... I am. So, can I go now?" I ask, and he laughs. *Story contains mature content and topics such as domestic violence, mental health, PTSD, and language.*

She was an introverted, unseen girl who spent years leaving people before they could leave her, convinced she deserved love but won't have it ever. He was a brave, loving boy who spent his whole life worrying more about the world than himself, but for her he would let the whole world die but do nothing. Together, they brought back and solved a mystery that had been hidden for years.

Elouise seemed like someone who wore her heart on her sleeve. The truth, however? She was very careful not to. Her life moved in gentle routines: shelving books at the shop, volunteering at the nursing home, filling her days with small, dependable connections. Predictable. Safe. Enough to keep the loneliness at a manageable distance. Then he appeared. A stranger with a lemon-print umbrella, whose visits to the bookshop followed a peculiar, almost ritualistic pattern. He never lingered too long. Never explained himself. Yet each encounter left Elouise curious in a way she hadn't felt in years; drawn toward something she didn't fully understand, but couldn't stop noticing. And behind her, the past waited. Not her mistakes, but the wreckage of someone else's. A history she's spent years avoiding. A voice she never wanted to hear again. Memories that refuse to stay buried, no matter how carefully she's built her life around them. As grief resurfaces and lines between strangers begin to blur, Elouise is forced to reckon with the question she's spent a lifetime dodging: Can needing someone ever be safe? Or does love always come with a cost she can't afford?

Following his grandfather's death, Lucian Moldoveanu is uprooted from Romania to Brazil, carrying with him a hidden letter and the faith his family built as armor. At his new school, his rigidity clashes with Kael-a volunteer tutor, insolent, and too luminous to ignore. Between the cross of devotion and the sun of freedom, Lucian discovers that to migrate is not merely to change countries, but to confront what within himself refuses to die, and his very own soul. A story of crosses and suns, of silence and of words that burn. A Sunday serial of grief, temptation, and discovery.

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

This are my collection of poems which maybe, can make you weep, can make you happy, can let you imagine different scenarios in life. Explore how a poet views his world !!

This compilation presents a range of Aryan's contemplations, introspections, viewpoints, and accounts of daily experiences. It additionally encompasses selected poems and other literary pieces.

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.

Victoire In war-torn 1940s France, Victoire de Mornay is a young noblewoman swept into the resistance against Nazi occupation. But her bravery leads to tragedy when she is captured and subjected to inhuman experiments, transforming her into a vampire under a failed Nazi immortality program. Fleeing the ruins of her past, she wanders the world for decades under new names-haunted by loss, cursed with immortality, and yearning for a cure. A brief, soul-deep love affair in the mountains of Luzon with a kindhearted man named Elian offers her a fleeting glimpse of peace... or was it?

just words put together because i need to get them out of my head :) out of sight, out of mind- hopefully maybe one day...

She was never loud enough to be noticed. Until someone finally stayed. Year 10 is supposed to be when everything starts to matter - grades, futures, expectations. For Ella, it's when the quiet weight she's been carrying finally begins to crack. As friendships fracture and pressure closes in, Ella learns what it feels like to be unseen - and what it costs to ask for help when you're terrified of being too much. In the middle of panic attacks, classrooms that feel too small, and the fear of disappointing everyone, an unexpected bond forms - fragile, platonic, and life-altering. This is a short slow-burn story about anxiety, loss, trust, and the unbearable relief of being understood. A story for anyone who has ever felt invisible - and for anyone who needed someone to stay. ⚠️ Content warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, emotional distress 💔 Slow burn | Hurt/Comfort | Platonic bond | Mental health