Peace Stories

She laughs like nothing has ever hurt her. He sees the flicker she hides. Ira Parekh arrives in Mumbai ready for a new beginning - unaware that someone has been carrying the memory of her voice for an entire year. Kabir Patel never believed in fate. Until the girl he once searched for without a name walks back into his life... smiling. He fell first. She never knew. But some stories don't begin when two people meet. They begin when one of them remembers. And in a city of chaos and dreams, love finds its way - slowly, gently, magically - and become Sukoon of each other

#Book1 of 'Power'. "The peach one!" He signalled at my left hand as I stood infront of the mirror holding two lipsticks. "Like the colour?" I asked, scanning it. "No! It tastes better!" My eyes widened and I looked at him through the mirror, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at me! ~𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞~ "𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦?" I asked as she dabbed the cotton on my wound carefully. "𝘒𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪!" Came her calm reply and I was left speechless as always. ~𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞~ "I don't sit at tables where they raise their voice above mine and You!" I pointed a finger to his face, snarling, "You dare to do it everytime". He smiled, leaning in as he breathed, "My fiesty lioness." I glared back, my voice calm as I hissed, "I dare you call me that!" "And I love dares, Lioness." ~𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞~ "SHE IS MINE. Get that into your bloody head!" "No one dares to touch what's mine, and you've touched MY MAN. Do you expect me to smile at you? Nah! Darling. I'll make sure that these filthy hands never touch Him again." ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬~ When Ahad Qureshi meets Inaya Khan. Tied in an arranged marriage none of them desire as the two CEOs are forced to stay under the same roof. The clash of power. Fire and Ice. The pasts are revealed. Enemies lurking in shadows as the scars resurface. And when the truth is revealed, faces are unmasked. But will the love bloom or cease as a mere ruthless obsession?

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Book #1. When the demon hunters Rumi, Zoey and Mira meet the Saja Boys, they also see someone else: someone filming and cheering along with the crowd. Who is this girl? She doesn't look as hypnotized as the fans, but rather... supportive? This girl, (Y/N), is the Saja Boys' manager and the fourth hunter. What a beautifully twisted combination, isn't it? But she isn't just your ordinary hunter. No, her hunter duty doesn't involve hunting demons at all. Her duty lies somewhere else... Despite knowing the Saja Boys are demons, (Y/N) forms connections with each of the Saja Boys. Some connections more... intimate than others. (Y/N) doesn't notice two members falling for her, but there are signs. "I love soda. It's what keeps me going." "You're my soda pop, my little soda pop." "Idol? I don't have an idol." "I'll be your idol." They, just like everyone, are oblivious to her true identity. No one knows a fourth demon exists, not even the hunters themselves. Even among the demons she is just a legend. A rumor. A myth. No one knows the entire honmoon is powered by her, and no one knows that when she sings, not even Gwi-Ma can shut her out. She's powerful and she knows it, but something is holding her back. While (Y/N) is still trying to find ways to set the demons free from her father's cruel grasp, she finds many difficulties along the way. Jinu isn't who he claims to be. And her past lies so much deeper than any of the Saja Boys could imagine. (Y/N), born from Gwi-Ma's shadow and thus his daughter, turned her back on the darkness a long time ago. How can a hunter be the demon king's daughter? How will she find Gwi-Ma's long lost son, thus her brother and free him from his suffering? And how can she, a simple manager and hunter no one knows exists, be the one to save the world? Yes, the entire world as she knows it lies on her shoulders. Is (Y/N) destined to safe the world? Or was she made to destroy it? ~~~~~~~~~~~ No smut. There's a love triangle.

She was said to be beautiful inside and out. She was said to be the best Luna this pack had ever had, had ever seen. She was kind, gracious, and full of life. She didn't have the problems that I faced growing up in a kingdom that didn't want me. She was everything that I was not. She got everybody to love her, to love everything about her, flaws and all. However, she died, killed by my own hands in a time where all I wanted was power and to be loved. In a time where all I wanted was to be wanted. And now, two years later, I am back at the pack where she had ruled with a mate that has his own demons. She was the Luna that I replaced. _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks.

War took everything from Rae. His father died in the mud of a battlefield. His mother was dragged away in chains. And the soldier who laughed as he cut off Rae's hand left behind a scar that would never fade. Left to die among the dead, Rae should have become another forgotten body. But fate had other plans. Saved by an old blacksmith who gathers broken steel from battlefields, Rae begins a new life inside a lonely forge.

Hi! This is the 12th book I've done of verses since Wattpad only allows 200 chapters per book. I try my best to post every day. You can start with 1 or right here. I hope God blesses you through this book!

A collection of poems about and for God/Jesus.

She fell for him the very first time she saw him but never knew that he would live rent free in her mind and heart. But destiny plays its role on both sides. After months, he saw her and this time, he is the one who can't take his eyes off her. Both loved each other silently for years. Neither of them knew that the other had already become their peace. But what will happen when destiny finally brings them under the same roof ? Two hearts. One silent love. And fate that refuses to let them stay apart. Some love stories are written by choice. But their story was WRITTEN IN FATE.

Classic Vintage Poems!!!!! These poems are all written on my own creation. Poem is a beautiful Art. # (light to dark : dark to light : cold to warm: warm to cold ) If it stays It is love If it ends Its a love story And If it never begins It is poetry . . . . . . . We can enhance all the feelings. The depth of intense feeling is like a seed . It germinates from soil to seek light and bloom an alluring flower. It's all transcended via poems. Copyright ©Rohini Raja,2022

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Love Is Just a Weakness - Description In the underworld, she is known as Blackheart - the ruthless mafia queen, feared, untouchable, and undefeated. A woman who built empires from blood and strategy, who believes emotions are nothing but liabilities. In another world, far away from guns and shadows, he lives a simple, peaceful life on a small farm, surrounded by family, soil, and silence. A man whose strength lies in kindness, patience, and hope. Two lives that were never meant to cross. Two souls that belong to opposite ends of existence. For her, love is weakness. For him, love is everything. When darkness collides with innocence, when power meets purity, and when a heart sworn to ice begins to melt - the consequences are deadly. Because in her world, love does not heal. It destroys. And sometimes, the greatest threat to a queen's throne... is her own heart.

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This poetry collection explores love, heartbreak, healing, and finding your voice. Through honest and relatable words, these poems invite readers to reflect on there own feelings and experiences.

In this heartfelt author's note, Melore steps away from fiction to share a personal, uplifting message with readers about the beauty of humanity and the power of karma. By recounting two real-life experiences-giving money to someone in need and immediately receiving a blessing in return, and being rescued by a kind stranger when stranded without cash at a mall parking lot-Melore highlights that everyday "angels" exist all around us. Ultimately, the note serves as a gentle reminder that while human nature constantly pushes us to worry about our futures and chase after careers or money, true peace and happiness can only be found by helping others and embracing the present moment.

A collection of one-shot stories written from random bursts of inspiration.

(Can be read as a stand-alone) She was my best friend, the love of my life. She was a beautiful soul, too perfect for this world and the people that wanted to use her against me. At a young age, I knew that she was my mate and made for me. My mother confirmed it later on when I asked her about the bond between her and I and why I had felt so protective of her. But, at the age of five, her parents took her away from me. They took her away from me because of who my mother was. They took her away from me because of the bond between her and I. But, one day, she will be back. She will be back because I was sure that she will long for me just as much as I long for her. So, all I ask of her is to forget me not. _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks.

╰┈➤ ᵀᵃʰⁱʳᵃ ᴴᵃˡⁱᵐᵃʰ ˣ ᴬᶠⁿᵃⁿ ˢⁱᵈᵈⁱqᵘᵉ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ 𝗛𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙛𝙣𝙖𝙣: "𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙄'𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨." 𝗛𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨: "𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Do you, Afnan Siddiq Naeem Mohammed, accept Tahira Halimah, daughter of Abu Bakar and Saliha, to take care of her throughout your life-in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, through ups and downs? Do you?" "I accept, I accept, I accept." Goosebumps ran through my spine as I heard the deep voice of my now husband accepting to marry me. And I knew it was my turn next. "Do you, Tahira Halimah, accept to marry Afnan Siddiq, son of the late Naeem and Jamila, to take care of him throughout your life-in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, through ups and downs? Do you?" "I accept." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɴɪᴋᴋᴀʜ ° ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ° ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ x ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ° ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʟ x ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜰʟ ₊˚ ✧ ‿

None of the art is mine. Peace, a concept so easy to think about but so hard to achieve. Especially in a world filled hate and war, yes even as humanity has reached the stars war and hate still holds a grasp on humanity. So when a child who has experienced hate from those who he shared with and had a taste of peace, what will he do to regain that peace when its violently stolen by war? Well he do anything it takes or hesitate?

What's up everybody ? I am your writer Pranavi . Ironically enough, I'm a very planned and organized person IRL but when it comes to poetry, the words and rhythm are just spontaneous(just letting my thoughts flow yk? that's why the cover page is river) I have ordered the poems from light--> heavy. So depending on your mood and emotional state, you can read them. Don't mind the fact that I have more sad poems than the happy ones. Subconsciously, I want to write more happy poems but I'm just not in the state to do so. I hope I can get back to them soon. ~~~~ I know I have won in life when (at least one of)these poems are published in the NCERT English Textbook, posthumously (Yepp that's the end goal 😎)