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Elnathan and Creda from opposing houses,awaken a long forgotten bond between shadow magic and fire. As they uncover the school's buried history and confront growing magical threats,they must navigate through house rivalries, forbidden magic, prophecy and the rebirth of an ancient unity once believed too dangerous to exist.

「 ✦ 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 • 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 ✦ 」 ──────── ★ ⋆˙ ↪ #𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 【 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 】 ── .✦ What begins as a bitter rivalry slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Some rivalries fade into memory. Some ignite into love. And some were never meant to become either. Bound by fate yet divided by destiny, they are tied together by a truth buried deeper than pride-and far darker than hate. There are secrets neither of them can see. A connection that defies explanation. And as the distance between them disappears, so does every possible escape. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to walk away. ──────── ★ ⋆˙

After her charismatic fiancé trades her in for a socialite, a sharp-witted historical librarian spends one year meticulously orchestrating his ruin-only to discover the man helping her seek revenge has been writing his own script all along.

This book is a collection of thoughts on what it means to live, to feel, and to grow through the quiet and loud moments that shape a person. It explores love, pain, loss, hope, and everything in between, not as a story with a beginning and end, but as fragments of real human experience. These are reflections on life as it is lived, not as it is idealized.

～⁠～⁠～The Strings of Destiny～⁠～⁠～ Some hearts don't just meet...they collide like fate's favourite accident.ヾ⁠(⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠)⁠ﾉ⋋⁠✿⁠ ⁠⁰⁠ ⁠o⁠ ⁠⁰⁠ ⁠✿⁠⋌ ｡｡✩♡📩 In the quiet corners of destiny and the chaos of life, two souls touch without knowing they were always meant to. She saves a stranger... He remembers a girl he never forgot. Hers, stubborn and warm;(⁠◕⁠ᴥ⁠◕⁠) His, gentle yet fierce in love.(⁠^⁠.⁠_⁠.⁠^⁠)⁠ﾉ ｡｡✩ Trisha believes it's just humanity. ｡｡✩ Aayansh knows it's something he's waited for his whole life. 🎀 Strangers by chance. 🎀 Bound by circumstances. 🎀 Connected by a past only he knows. And slowly-between stolen glances, unspoken emotions, and the safety of each other's presence-love begins to take shape. ｡｡✩♡📩 In a world where fate pulls strings quietly, Trisha's guarded heart meets Aayansh's steady devotion... And together, they discover a love written long before they met.✨👀 ~Mannat © All Rights Reserved

For Vikrant Singhania, psychiatry was more than a profession... it was a calling. Known for his unyielding principles and dedication to his patients, he lived a life of structure and discipline. But when she walked into his clinic, everything changed. At 21, she was a corporate worker drowning in shadows she couldn't escape. Depression clung to her like a second skin, but it was the quiet intensity in her eyes that intrigued him. He saw a soul desperate for healing, and she saw salvation in him. Their sessions began with silence, punctuated by unspoken confessions. Over time, she grew dependent... too dependent. What Vikrant considered empathy, she interpreted as something far deeper. To her, he wasn't just a doctor... he was hers. But when Vikrant's father chose a bride for him, the lines blurred, and the fragile balance between patient and doctor shattered. Her obsession turned toxic, her desperation spiraling out of control. And then, an act of despair forced Vikrant to choose between his duty as a healer and his responsibility as a son. What would he do when a single decision could change both their lives forever? Sometimes, the most dangerous bonds are the ones forged in silence.

In the underworld, people whisper two names with equal parts fear and fascination: Sonya "Belladonna" and Kaidon Guzzo. She's a lethal assassin forged by grief after her family's massacre, now working within the secret syndicate WANTED while hunting the man responsible for destroying her life. He was once a notorious arms dealer with a global empire, until a brutal attack left him memoryless, bleeding in the streets of Shanghai with only one name burned into his mind: Sonya. Their past was all sharp banter, weapon forges, and dangerous obsession-but when Kaidon betrayed her in a desperate attempt to save her, Sonya saw only one thing: the man she trusted armed the people sent to kill her. Now Kaidon is back-half-dead, stripped of power, and devoted to Sonya with a loyalty that borders on worship. As she reluctantly keeps the infamous kingpin at her side like a trained attack dog, the two are pulled into a violent spiral of assassinations, black-market empires, and revenge decades in the making. Hunted by WANTED and stalked by the shadow known as Ghost-the man tied to both their ruin-Sonya wants vengeance, while Kaidon wants her. Some love stories are written in the stars. Theirs is written in gunpowder, bloodstains, and bite marks. A razor-sharp dark romance dripping with obsession, power plays, emotional/phycological warfare, and chemistry hot enough to make the devil sweat, this story is for readers who love: Morally gray killers "Who did this to you?" energy Touch-her-and-die devotion Femme dom tension Memory-loss obsession Dangerous women and the men who ruin themselves for them Slow-burn romance soaked in violence and luxury Banter sharp enough to draw blood Spice Level:🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ And at the center of it all? A Hitman who rules her life like a queen. A fallen king who would gladly crawl at her feet. And a revenge story that refuses to die.

What if the person you trust the most... is also the one you know the least? A love story told entirely in poems. It begins like comfort. Like something safe finally existing without effort. But slowly, things don't add up the way they used to. Nothing changes visibly. Yet everything feels different. The same story keeps unfolding, but the meaning doesn't stay the same. And somewhere between love and realization, everything quietly changes shape.

Nova Paragon seems to have it all figured out. Coming from a wealthy family and currently getting an education at New York University, she's living every girl's dream; well maybe not every girl because her life seems pretty niche, but still. She's on the track team and has a promising career in architecture. Amongst all the good things going on for her there's one thing that refuses to bend to her will, her love life. Time and time again she has gotten on the wagon of love and fallen off. Will her next quest for love be fruitful or futile?

"Some pass by, but she pauses my entire world." _______________________________ She was the one who named him Musa, but Allah was the One guiding that choice. I wasn't meant to find him. And he... wasn't searching for faith. But somewhere between silence and stolen glances, we met - where love wasn't allowed. He didn't belong to my world. And I didn't fit in his. They called him forbidden. I was punished for feeling. In a world where love and destiny collide, her quiet prayers become the heartbeat of his world-two souls bound by faith, tested by trials, and forever changed by the moments they never saw coming. This is not just a love story. It is a story of boundaries, faith, resistance... and a heart that bled quietly in both distance and devotion. It is about a girl who held her prayer beads tighter when the world fell apart. And a boy who found Allah in the reflection of her pain. To the reader: May you feel seen, healed, and protected by His light. Highest Rankings: #1 in muslimlovestory #1 in wattpadfiction #1 in trendingbooks

"Don't look at them," he whispered, his grip on my arm as bullets shattered the silence. "In this city, the only eyes you look into are mine, principessa." - At twenty-two, Elena Williams has one goal: build a life that feels safe. After growing up in a home filled with constant conflict, she dreams of opening a small café in Venice, The Dolce Mattina. Lorenzo Moretti, 26 years old, lives by different rules. Raised to lead, to kill, and to never show weakness, he carries the weight of a powerful family on his shoulders. When Elena accidentally crosses into his world, everything shifts. She is innocent, but she has seen too much. And once Lorenzo steps in to protect her, walking away is no longer an option for either of them. Elena learns that safety can come at a cost. Lorenzo learns that love doesn't always mean control. - "Dolce Mattina: Her Heart, His Empire" is a slow-burn, mafia romance about finding balance between a normal life and a dangerous world. [ UNDER EDITING ]

Being a princess is hard but hiding it from everyone when you weren't born one is harder. Especially when you're running away from your past. Copyright © 2021

Soleil is twenty-five, and holding her little world together with both hands. After losing her father and then her sister to the same ruthless disease within a year of each other, she's the sole guardian of her seven-year-old nephew Nico - living in the family home that still smells like the people she's lost, running a bakery on inheritance money and sheer stubbornness, and reminding herself every single morning that they're going to be okay. She doesn't have room for anything else. She especially doesn't have room for the quiet, frustrating, entirely too observant man who walks into her bakery five minutes before closing and orders the wrong thing without a trace of apology. She doesn't know yet that he's Nico's teacher. He doesn't know yet that he's already in trouble. Love, Served Warm; a slow burn about grief, found family, and falling for someone when you were absolutely sure you didn't have the space for it. Features one seven-year-old who has entirely too much to say and no intention of saying less.

exactly same eyes. The same eyes , which I am seeing in my dreams since I started to understand my surroundings. But right now I am seeing infront of my face standing while holding a gun in his hand so normally as if holding a rose. his eyes same colour as my dreams as i vividly remember, not an ordinary shade of orbs, violet. almost mistaken as black but no . it's violet. i have seen it closely many times in my dreams. right now seeing infront me , staring at my trembling figure blankly as if he had not made someone unalive infront me without flinching. his tall frame hidden in Black clothes and a mask on face, standing infront me so closely making me forget to breathe, as if waiting for me to make a move. Then without my permission, my hand moved upward, still shaking with fear yet the curiosity inside me didn't help me to Stop what I was doing. my hand touched the mask and I slide it downwards till his chin and my lungs forget to breathe, this time real. I took the few steps backward not because it felt ugly but because it felt familiar. too much familiar. but too my surprise the man standing infront me finally moved and his hand , the same holding that gun moved towards my waist not touching me, not yet. but forcing me stay at my place by holding that gun at the side of my waist. i gasped for the air , my body stopped moving, rooting at my place, near him. and after finally, staring at my face all the time which felt like eternity, he spoke, voice too much low might be mistaken as a whisper, " bad move , starry eyes."

She was his Noor. Until she became her own. Inaayah is a final-year Pharmacy student at Baze University, Abuja a quiet girl with a gentle heart, a love for Oud oils, and a small business she runs from her hostel room. She's used to being alone. She's learned to guard her heart, to listen to her mother's prayers, and to find comfort in the small things: her plants, her scents, her solo dates at Velvet Corner. Then Tahir messages her. "Good morning, Beautiful." What starts as a simple greeting becomes late-night conversations, unexpected vulnerability, and a connection that slowly pulls her out of her carefully built walls. Tahir Imran Zailani is composed, intentional, and carries a weight she doesn't yet understand. He doesn't push. He waits. And somehow, that makes her want to open up even more. Noor Ala Noor, is a story about the kind of love that doesn't demand to be seen but quietly, gently, finds its way to the light.

創造のなれのはて Souzou no Narenohate Echoes of Creation Humanity survived the end of the world. Barely. Ten thousand years after the Reclamation Age - an era where runaway nanotechnology and nature consumed civilization - the last remnants of humanity live sealed behind enormous walls inside three surviving cities built from the ruins of old Earth. Kyto. The remains of Kyoto. Beyond the walls lies a world reclaimed by forests, forgotten machines, and ancient systems no one fully understands anymore. Most people fear the outside. Ker wants to explore it. A reckless scrapyard kid with a massive wrench and an obsession with the old world, Ker dreams of becoming more than another stagnant citizen trapped behind steel walls. But after entering the academy for Gear Drivers - elite fighters who command advanced autonomous machines through neural Link systems - he and his strange new crew accidentally uncover something impossible: The old world never truly died. Abandoned rail systems still wait beneath the earth. Ancient infrastructure still responds. Forgotten machines are beginning to move again. And somewhere deep beneath the ruins of civilization, something ancient is watching humanity carefully. As Ker and his team continue failing almost every mission they're assigned in increasingly catastrophic ways, they slowly begin reclaiming more than lost technology. They begin reconnecting a broken world. But the farther they push beyond the walls, the more dangerous the truth becomes - because humanity's survival was never meant to be permanent safety. The walls were only supposed to be temporary. COPYRIGHTS ©️ All ideas, characters, names and identities are copyright material. No use of this content in it entirety is to be used in any way without consent of creator,writer,and author (David Chamil Sutton) any likeness to real people or characters is purely coincidence. ©️

Poems in the mind of a girl

Lily Carter spent years believing silence was safer than trust. After trauma, bullying, and losing her brothers in a tragic accident that shattered her family, Lily stopped speaking to the world around her. Living quietly with her hardworking father, she entered Class 12th expecting another lonely year filled with silence, fear, and surviving alone. Instead, she was placed in the loudest class in school - Class 12th Section E - a chaotic classroom of fifteen overprotective boys who slowly turned her world upside down. What started as awkward conversations became late-night comfort, fierce protection, emotional healing, and the kind of friendship that feels like family. Along the way, Lily reconnects with her brothers after years of separation, rebuilds the broken pieces of her family, and finally learns she was never the reason everything fell apart. Between school trips, heartbreak, fights, panic attacks, hospital scares, pranks, first love, and unforgettable memories, Lily slowly discovers something she never thought she would ever have again: A home full of people who choose her. And somewhere in all the chaos of Section E, Noah - the boy who always noticed her fear first - becomes the person her heart trusts most. Class 12th: Forever Our Home is a heartfelt story about healing after trauma, rebuilding family bonds, friendship, growing up, and discovering that sometimes the people who walk into your life unexpectedly become the ones who stay forever.

"He is the man of straight lines. She is the curve that's about to break his compass. " Reyansh suryavanshi is the golden boy of the architecture department. He's precise, he's polished and his 9.8 GPA is as smooth as his architecture models. To Reyansh, life is a calculation. There's a right way to do things and then there's Ananya Sharma way.💋 Ananya is a chaotic storm in baggy jeans. A brilliant yet rebellious student in fine arts wing, she thinks Riyansh's " perfect designs " have as much soul as spreadsheets. She lives for smudge of charcoal on her fingers and thrill of every rule Reyansh makes. The rivalry is legendary between them. From heated debated to " Form vs functions ". To the time when she spilled neon green paint on his white sneakers to him letting sindoor fall on her nose. Let's see how this story goes.....🌹✨

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