Peace Stories

Arjun × Maithili He was raising the child alone , but life was not done giving him blessings - one day love simply walked in and stayed. One day Arjun visits Maithili's village due to some work and both of their life changes forever. Dive into the story to know about them. The picture on the cover doesn't belong to me , the credit goes to the respectful owner.

"Ilzaam kahi the uspe, Aakhir raaz usne bhi chipaye the. Aankho ki nami ke piche, woh mashale lekar chalti thi. Aag aise hi nahi lagi, aakhir sab kuch FANAA karne ki chingari uske maan mei hi toh jalti thi. " Villains are worth falling for right? She's a Villain too. She's more complicated than you can think of. Her soul being an enigma wrapped in the layers of complexities. Her mysteries runs deeper than the depths of the deepest of oceans. And the swirls in her eyes carries storms that one could never even imagine about. Yet, she is Vulnerable. For she is her own Villain. Dive in to know!

It is a indian bl story. Emotional and spiritual. If you are interested deep and pure type of love story than you may try it. It's fiction but based on society. It is about a war among Love, Affection, Beauty, and Society. > Love was never the problem. The world was. At an age when hearts feel deeply but minds aren't ready to understand everything, Anay falls in love-purely, bravely, and without thinking of consequences. What begins as a quiet happiness soon turns into separation, pain, and unanswered questions. This is not a perfect love story. This is a real one.

"Mujhse aapne aap ko baandhne se pehle itna sochlo, iss rishte mai sab hoga lekin mohabbat nahi". His voice was sharp. She looked up at him and his eyes softened. The anger vanished in thin air just by a look. "Theek hai". She said and he turned his back towards her. His replaced bride. She fell first, he fell harder. Eldest son x Only daughter Eldest grandson x Eldest granddaughter ___________________________________________ "Mai yeh shaadi ko kabhi nahi maanunga. Yeh baat hum dono ke alawa kisi ko bhi nahi pata chalni chahiye. KISI. KO. BHI. NAHI". He said and her heart started beating loudly "ANSWER ME". He punched the steering wheel startling her. She jumped in her seat and nodded. His forced bride. She dreamt of love, he lived it. Youngest son x Only daughter Youngest grandson x Youngest granddaughter #1 in peace #281 in care

The story of the Younger Sibling is often neglected. This is the Life of Arthur Leywin's Younger Brother as he learns the Dark Truth of his World, as well as who he truly is. A Boy Born with an incredible affinity for mana and a destiny set out for him by figures born of another world. This story has heavy story elements, including Characters and concepts taken from Various works by Kinoko Nasu. The Beginning after the End is owned exclusively by TurtleMe23, and I claim no ownership of any of the Cast except any OCs.

An Alec Volturi and Oc story. When the nomadic vampire Tara arrives in Volterra, she never expects to find a home among the Volturi-or the love of her life in Alec. With a gift for organization, a passion for history, and a heart devoted to kindness, Tara transforms the ancient castle into a center of learning, justice, and peace. As she meticulously records the history of the vampire world, helps end the Southern Vampire Wars, and inspires lasting change, Volterra becomes more than the seat of vampire law-it becomes a beacon of hope. Through love, friendship, and the belief that every story deserves to be remembered, Tara and Alec prove that the greatest legacy is not power, but the lives you touch along the way.

My name is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka. To whoever is reading this, I have a few questions. Suppose there is an X who is uncertain of the path he should take. Should he live a life that fulfills Y, the one who sacrificed everything for his sake? Or should X pursue his own fulfillment at Y's expense? My first question: between loving and truly living, which would you choose? To define something as "Good," one must understand what is "Bad." But to recognize something as "Bad," one must comprehend what could have been. My second question: why does one person's fortune so often require another's ruin? And my final question... Are you willing to endure a bitter existence just so I can live a comfortable one? ******** JJK belongs to Gege. WHEN I FIND YOU. COTE belongs to Syougo Kinugasa.

We are not born as all-knowers. We learn slowly as our life flows. Sometimes it takes hardship to get the lesson, sometimes sacrifices, sometimes we learn it easily. This story captured those moments where I learned my life lesson through harshness and hardship. Though those were painful, the memories are still treasures for me.

blurb/trailer: Beyond the mortal world lies Arcadia - a hidden realm guided by an ancient Spirit flowing through all life itself. Five great houses have protected its harmony for generations, each carrying their own ideals, strengths, and flaws. But as the old king fades back into the Spirit, whispers of a forgotten prophecy begin to spread through the realm. Far from Arcadia, beside the storm-beaten shores of the Arcadia Isles, an old scholar named Sogu Soru raises a boy he found abandoned as a child. Toro Soru grows up believing he is ordinary - unaware that beyond the sea, a kingdom of legends waits for him... and that one empty seat among Arcadia's rulers has remained untouched for years. While the ambitious Kaiso Malakai prepares to claim the future he believes is rightfully his, the balance between worlds begins to fracture. Ancient truths awaken. The Spirit stirs. And as destiny pulls two boys toward the same throne, Arcadia must decide what kind of ruler it truly needs.

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!

Is this love or Grief? Does she truly like him? Or her brain just trying to get over the death of her father Is Nas the one for her? Will what she saw change what she feels for him? Will she every love him like she did at the beginning? Is this all staged? Will she ever find the one for her

Christian Poetry Volume 20

She spent years battling a mind that never rested. Anxiety stole her peace, and insomnia stole her nights. Just when she finally found someone who made life worth living... Life gave her a deadline. Some love stories are about finding happiness. This one is about how long you can hold onto it.

At 25, Mahi bajaj had everything in order. She was a confident, successful Company Secretary, respected in her field, loved by her family, and admired by many-but her love life had been... quiet. After a few misaligned connections and emotional dead ends, Mahi decided to be open to arranged marriage-not because she had given up on love, but because she believed love could arrive in more than one way. One winter evening, her parents mentioned a new proposal-Aarav Malhotra , 31, a calm, well-spoken Chartered accountant who had recently returned from Singapore to settle in Indore . But something about his profile made her pause. He wasn't flashy. He had studied abroad but returned to India to help his father modernize their family firm. The name caught her attention-Aarav. That A again. It felt oddly familiar, like a letter her soul kept reading. She agreed to meet him-not with excitement, but with cautious curiosity.

Sometimes when I dwell too long inside my mind, I forget the world. Looking out the window, watching the clouds, scribbling on my homework. I disassociate from the world. I do feel comfort, yes, I've never felt the risk about leaving the world to live inside my mind. I just haven't thought it could be this. Not an actual life story, just a fictional one I've made up.

Where True Love Leads is a collection of poems inspired by Jesus Christ of Nazareth. It is lovingly dedicated to Him, whose earthly name was Yeshua', and whose boundless love has guided me through seasons of joy and sorrow, learning and uncertainty, darkness and light, yet always toward hope. May these poems offer comfort to the weary, courage to the searching, and inspiration to all who seek truth, peace, and the gentle light of Christ that always leads us Home. May every page be a reminder that divine love is never far from those who seek it with a sincere heart. And may the presence of the Living Christ walk beside each reader, illuminating the path before them and filling their journey with real love, wisdom, and peace. ❤️✝️🌹

There is a kind of laughter that hides things well. If you had passed them on the street - two girls stealing biriyani off each other's plates, arguing over a car, dancing badly at midnight - you would have seen only joy. You would never have guessed they were carrying something. A name unspoken. A promise kept so quietly it had become a kind of silence living inside them. Some people leave, and the space they leave behind never quite closes. This is a story about that space - and about the strange, stubborn family that grew up around it. A bartender who once carried two strangers home and never really left. A hotel owner who learned, without being told, to only ever set two plates. A doctor who came looking for answers and found something closer to belonging. A mother who stopped speaking her son's name, and then, one day, couldn't stop wanting to. And somewhere at the centre of it all - a boy who loved too easily, disappeared too completely, and came back too late. This is not a story about losing people. It's about the ones who stay anyway.

This collection is a series of personal reflections on healing, change, hope, and the quiet emotions that shape us. If you've ever felt lost, held on too long, or wondered what the future might bring, perhaps you'll find a small piece of yourself within these pages.

Between Rubble and Prayer is a collection of deeply personal poems inspired by the lives of ordinary people enduring the devastation of war in Gaza. Told through imagined first-person voices, each poem explores a different story-a grieving parent, a frightened child, a lone survivor, a devoted believer, a doctor, a neighbour, or someone clinging to hope amid unimaginable loss. These poems are not intended to document any one person's experience. Instead, they seek to honour the resilience, faith, love, grief, and humanity that can endure even in the darkest of circumstances. Through themes of family, loss, remembrance, patience (*sabr*), and unwavering trust in Allah, the collection reflects on what it means to hold onto hope when everything else has been taken away. From the silence left by empty homes to whispered du'as beneath broken skies, every page invites the reader to pause and remember that behind every headline are people with names, dreams, families, and stories. Between Rubble and Prayer is a poetic meditation on suffering and compassion, and a reminder that even in the shadow of destruction, faith can remain unbroken, love can outlive loss, and the human spirit can continue to bear witness.

Hey everyone 💕 This story is very close to my heart as it's my first time to write something- it's about a girl who refuses to give up on her dreams, no matter how impossible they seem and boy who inspire her,a social media star. 🌙✨ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha She loved everything - dancing, drawing, writing, living freely. But now, her world is filled with books, deadlines, and goals that feel heavier every day. Everyone calls her ambitious. She calls herself responsible. She studies hard because she believes that only education can make her financially independent - that dreams can wait until she's "stable." But what happens when her heart starts to whisper, "you're forgetting the girl you used to be"? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aarav mehta Fame is strange. People think it fills you, but sometimes it empties you completely. Every day, I wake up to a world that already knows my name. My songs play in cafés, my face flashes across screens, and my inbox overflows with hearts and messages from people who say they "love me." But the truth is - they love the version of me that lives in their playlists, not the one who stares at the ceiling at 3 a.m., wondering when the noise will stop. Don't get me wrong - I'm grateful. Music gave me everything I once dreamed of. But somewhere between the stage lights and the studio walls, I lost the silence that used to inspire me. Now, every applause feels a little too loud, and every word I write feels a little too rehearsed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He's a voice the whole world knows - a musician wrapped in fame, yet quietly fading in his own silence. She's a girl buried under books and expectations - once an artist, now afraid to dream again. Two completely strangers. Who find peace in each other presence. Because sometimes, the people we've never met understand us better than the ones who've always known us. #slowburn #romance #strangerstolover #peace #love #softromance