Moody Stories

hi loves this is book 3 of the jayfer book and this book will include there wedding and non stop teasing ofc and the biggest thing jay jay expericing pregenecy and ofc kiefer bieng kiefer will spoil her every single moment hope you enjoy the book!

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London, 1811. In a city governed by the rigidity of protocol and the deceptive brilliance of appearances, truth is a dangerous eccentricity. Julian de Beaumont, the virtuoso musician who has turned the violin into an extension of his own tormented soul, moves through the salons of Mayfair like a specter of genius and excess. Amid the thunder of applause and the haze of opium, Julian searches for a note that is not a lie-until he stumbles upon the unfinished portrait of a woman who seems to observe the world with the same disdain as he does. Helena Vane is the most carefully guarded jewel of a lineage that admits no cracks. Trapped in a web of aristocratic expectations and under the relentless surveillance of a mother who has already appraised her worth, Helena inhabits her own life as if she were a stranger. In Julian, she finds not only a musician; she finds the first true fire capable of melting her golden cage. Their pact is as absolute as it is suicidal-a vow sealed in the penumbra of ballroom shadows, where every touch is a declaration of war and every silence a confession. Yet, as they lose themselves in the belief that their passion is unassailable, the shadows of London begin to take shape. Julian's vices, the suffocating control of Sir Silas, and the imminent arrival of a third figure-a faceless man whose title weighs more than any promise of love-threaten to turn their paradise into a public execution.

(Soul Analysis.) "The Comedy of Sentiment," Etc., Etc

Set in The St.Michael Orphanage

What We Leave Unsaid - between ice and silence She learned to stay quiet to survive. He learned to stay strong so no one would see him break. Elara didn't come to start over...she came to disappear. A new country, a new school, a life where staying unnoticed feels safer than being seen. Matěj belongs on the ice, where rules are clear and emotions stay controlled. Where pressure turns into discipline and silence feels easier than honesty. Some wounds don't bleed. Some feelings don't have words. Between cold ice and quiet moments, their paths begin to cross. Not loudly. Not all at once. But slowly. Because some silences are louder than words. And some connections grow strongest where nothing is spoken at all. *Slow burn romance about grief, healing and - the things we leave unsaid.*

After the kiss gilberts lips lingered on Anne's every part of her wanted to be with him... One day a letter shows up at the house Anne is staying at with Ruby, Josie py, Diana, and Jayne, but who was it from? *AU* I made it where Diana goes to Queens with anne *ART NOT MINE*

Tonks is at rock bottom of her depression. she thinks things she never thought she ever would. she trys things she never thought she would. thankfully a man she always trusted stopped her from doing unimaginable things. (this is a dark story, it involves trying to kill yourself. (NEVER DO THIS, YOU ARE WORTH LIFE) so if you are not comfortable with this type of writing i understand if you don't want to read, but if you do be ready to cry) also I couldn't find a good cover. . . .yeah

Behold, he walks though laid to rest, Entombed beneath my false behest.

As Tonks learns how to become an Auror she realizes she needs some new friends, all her old ones had left her. She finds someone she knows she will be able to trust but what she didn't expect is that is was a man with a fake eye and a wooden leg. This story explores the relationship of Nymphadora Tonks and Mad-eye Moody.

Poem.

A collection of One-shots inspired by things that make us feel scared, insecure, or abnormal. Because we're just humans that need comfort. Requests encouraged, no matter how niche you think your insecurity is. ⚠️I don't know all the triggers that will happen in this book. I will warn beforehand, but keep in mind this book may be very triggering depending on the topics I get requested. ⚠️

Я буду з тобою, відколи знайшов тебе. Я буду захищати тебе завжди. Я буду кохати тебе довіку. Ти прийшов до мене зі сну. Ти завжди будеш для мене наймолодшим сном. ___ Коротка оповідь на основі сну, який наснився авторці,цієї ночі !

It's actually nothing much. I was feeling down and just ended up doing this . It's just how I felt at the moment...

For when I need to write

Sixteen year old Alina, and her mother Nora move to a small rural town in West Virginia, unsure of the sudden move, Alina digs into her mothers past, but she will soon discover her mothers past isn't the only thing that may be haunted.

[This is the translated version of my original Indonesian story. To support me or read the Bahasa Indonesia version, visit my profile] In an alternate version of the 2000s, where technology surges forward and magic-once revered-is hunted to the edge of extinction, lives a young man named Hans. By day, he is a quiet bartender, blending drinks for patrons who never suspect the truth: buried deep within him lies a power passed down from his mother, a healer and sorceress, and his father, a drunken gambler entangled in the shadows of the criminal underworld. For years, Hans has lived in silence-choosing solitude not for peace, but to shield himself from the scars of his past and the shame that clings to him like a second skin. He hides his power, not out of cowardice, but out of pain. That is, until a stranger walks into his bar. A dark-skinned man from the southern isles, the stranger calls himself Kaelani-or Kaelan. But he is no ordinary guest. He carries with him a sorrow deeper than grief, the remnants of a lost homeland-Maluʻia-an archipelago laid to ruin by the very technology that now rules the world. Like Hans, Kaelan is a mage, a guardian of protective magic betrayed by the one he loved. That betrayal cost him his people, his purpose, and nearly his soul. Their meeting is no coincidence. Two fractured souls, exiled from the destinies they were meant to fulfill, begin to find flickers of hope in each other's quiet company. But beyond the whispered conversations and the soft hum of city nights, the world stirs once more. Magic is awakening-and Hans may be the key that time itself has tried to forget.

This is a collection of Epistolary poems (poems written like a letter) to the void. The Void is an ear to those who need it, but be careful, the Void might respond, and you most likely do not want that.

short story chat series DONE ... written by : Dimonie