Politics Stories

Like a roc rising with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles high! Su yun, whose official career has always been unsuccessful, is reborn in 1996. Let's see how she walks on thin ice in the officialdom. * The work is not mine. All content is copyrighted by its respective owner or author.

Novel Rating:10/10 As a Carpenter: Transmigrated into a Peasant Woman and taking care of my sickly husband Author: 吃饱饱好码字 Translator: Li Miaomiao transmigrated into the body of the original heroine - a woman who had been abandoned by her groom on their wedding day, lost her mind, and in a fit of madness married Xiao Xian, a guest who had only come to attend the wedding banquet. . The very next day, the original host made a scene about going back to become the groom's concubine, fell into the river, and died. . The guests all laughed. A cripple with useless legs, handsome as he might be, and so poor his house had nothing but bare walls - even a discarded bride couldn't be kept by such a waste. . Everyone waited for her to wake up and go mad again, tormenting Xiao Xian. . Unexpectedly, she picked up a toolbox and became a little carpenter instead, pampering her gentle, jade-like lame husband as if raising him with tender care. . Li Miaomiao declared that being a carpenter was great - walking through streets and alleys, she might even run into someone who could seal a throat with a single strike of the sword... her husband? . She immediately turned to run, only to be carried back home over someone's shoulder. . After a night of tossing and turning, that certain someone chuckled and asked, "Wife, are my legs better now?"

In a college where power decides everything, one name rules the corridors. Veer Rathore. The heir of a ruthless family from Haryana, a man whose silence alone is enough to make people step aside. No one talks to him. No one crosses his path. And definitely no one is foolish enough to fall for him. Until Mahi Singhania walks into his life. The moment she sees him, her heart chooses danger without hesitation. While the entire college keeps their distance from the dangerous Rathore- Mahi does the exact opposite. She keeps appearing in his way. Again. And again. Soon the whispers spread across campus. "She likes Veer Rathore." The first time he stops in front of her, his voice cold and commanding- "Get out of my way." But Mahi only tilts her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Oye, khudko hero mat samajh." I just like to play with fire." Maybe she's brave. Maybe she's reckless. Because loving a man like Veer Rathore isn't a fairytale. It's stepping straight into a storm. And Mahi has already decided, she isn't walking away. Now there only question is- Will her fearless love reach the heart of the most dangerous man in college? Or Will Veer burn the girl who dared to play with fire? Authors note; Im gonna edit once i get to 25 epsiodes!

In March 1814, during the Campaign in North-east France, a mysterious Gate opened in Épernay. Which the Roman Era soldiers began to attack the Coalition March towards Paris and Napoleon's Armee, this results of Treaty of Troyes, marking the end of Napoleonic wars and form an unlikely alliance of France and Coalition. Major victories; Battle of Arcis-sur-Aube and Battle of Épernay. This results of Roman era soldiers retreated to the Gate. By weeks, Franco-Coalition mobilized quickly and began to expand and explore beyond the Gate. Events, Battles, Politics, Adventure and Alliance will occur. [[THIS IS A FANMADE GATE STORY, WITH REIMAGINED WITH NAPOLEONIC ERA.]]

Title: Sun and Moon want to assure you that I did not intend to deceive or take credit for someone else's work. My story is inspired by the talented @mahyeee1, and I had clearly mentioned in the description that it was inspired by her book 'MAHR-O MAAH'. When the Sun met the Moon, the world paused to watch the chaos turn into destiny. The auditorium buzzed with energy. Cameras flashed, microphones lined the podium, and banners of "Youth Empowerment Summit 20XX" hung everywhere. Sidarth Singh Rathore - the son of the Chief Minister, future Education Minister, and the most controversial young politician in the state - walked in, flanked by security. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable. He looked like a storm dressed in a suit. Whispers followed him. "That's the guy who beat those men last week!" "He's too arrogant..." "But look at him-he owns the room." In the third row, Shehnaaz Gill adjusted her glasses nervously. She wasn't supposed to be here - she'd come with her seniors, curious to see the man everyone either feared or adored. When his eyes met hers - for just a second - something strange happened. His words faltered. The crowd disappeared. Her innocent gaze didn't flinch. She didn't look impressed, or scared. Just... curious. And that curiosity lit something dangerous in Sid. He didn't know her name, but in that instant, he knew one thing - He wanted to. This story is inspired by Mahyeee 's MAHR-O MAAH please read her book first. I hope one day she reads it .

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I should've seen it coming in my parents' silence. when they have let me face it alone. Now i see it in my bruises and my body. how delusional was i to think just because he was known to be cruel to other doesn't mean he would do that to me. His wife. political career demands such toughness. i convinced myself. But it went far worse. Worse than he had done with any other person who came across his way. I drifted away by the time he realized. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Abhay Thakur: Chief minister of Rajasthan . His ruthless nature was well known not in public but discussions beyond closed doors whisper his name. There were no remarks of atrocities he had done so far. He dominated every room he entered. Not just what his history hold but what his presence demands . His eyes give away nothing. Sanjana Srivastav: Her passion for arts is her comfort in a world of chaos her father is into. Which unknowingly dragged her along. Hidden in the shadows , still caught the eye of the predator. Her gentleness soothed him when he wasn't ready for the change. Consequences knocked on her life when she is married to a man decade older to her.

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

#1 in politics #1in possessive ══════•❅•════ Rudra pratap singh 28 years old 6'2 height chief minister of Lucknow he has his aura he holds power and authority people bends his head infront of him to show their respect towards him but he fall in love with a simple ordinary girl Mahak Agnihotri 20 years old 5'2 height Blue orbs, pink cheeks, rose pattels lips very innocent cute face she is a shy and introvert.... What will happen when he fall in love with her? What will happen when will she became his obbesstion ? Will she match his standards? Will she accept his love ? _________________________________________ § tu mohbbat h ishq h mera ik ibadat h saath ye tera ~Rudra § saanson ko jeene ka sahara mil gya tu mila to khuda ka sahara mil gya 🤌❤️ - Mahak ----------------------------------------------------------------- Read this story to dive into a perfect soft rom-com story there is love, respect, obbession, passion, bond, family love, sibling love You will feel every emotion in this story♡ ───•~❉᯽❉~•───

Katha stood frozen. Then he said it. His gun still pointed at her. Quiet. Final. Deadly in its calmness. "Pyar kiya tha tumse kabhi isliye aaj jaane de rhe hain" "Agar kabhi dobara mere raaste mein aayi na..." A pause. His gaze locked on hers. Not warm anymore Not familiar. Completely gone. "...toh Adhrit nahi." Another pause. "Adhrit Singh Ranawat milega tumhe. Aur uske liye tum sirf ek naam hogi-ek yaad jo woh kab ka dafn kar chuka hoga," he said, voice stripped of everything familiar, like the last trace of warmth had been burned out of it. A pause. His eyes stayed on her-steady, unreadable, unrecognizable. "Ek stranger se zyada kuch nahi hogi tum," he continued, each word falling heavier than the last, "aur agar raaste mein aayi mere toh acche se jaanti ho kya anjaam hota hai hamare dushmano ka." The sentence didn't rise in anger. Like a verdict already passed. His hand moved sharply. And before she could even process it- he grabbed the pendant from his neck. The same pendant she had once placed there herself. Hands trembling slightly that day, smiling like she was sealing a promise only love could understand. He looked at it for half a second. Just half. Long enough for something to flicker across his face. Then his grip tightened. And he pulled it off. Katha's breath caught. "No-Adhrit, woh-" He didn't look at her when he spoke. "Tumne diya tha na?" he said flatly. A pause. Then colder- "Tumhara jhooth tumhe muba rakho." Before she could react- he threw it. Not gently. Not carelessly. But like discarding something that had no right to exist anymore.

Liu Quiaqio, the Empress of the Jin Dynasty has given his heart, soul, and body to the emperor, he loved him to the point it exhausted him, but the cold emperor only had eyes for one person, and that person wasn't him, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at that person would never belong to him, the gentleness when he spoke to that person would never be heard by him until his death. "What wrongs have I committed, for you hate me this much? Did I do anything wrong for you to look at me with such contempt in your eyes? Was loving you such a sin?" I asked weakly "Your sin was that you loved somebody you weren't supposed to love," He responded coldly. 'He's right I squandered so much love on him that I did not have any left for my sons and my daughter, for the ones who truly cared about me. If I had one chance to make it up to them I would spend my whole life doing so' I thought as I closed my eyes and welcomed death or so I thought. *Not yet edited* My story! This is not translated nor does it belong to another author. #1 in male pregnancy- 2/5/22 #1 in children-2/25/22 #1 in regret- 4/18/22

Maximilian Leigh Sinclaire is labeled as the greatest heir in the world. The source of his greatness? His surname. In a world where business tycoons rule and heirs are constantly in the spotlight, Max is considered to be at the top. But heavy is the head that wears the crown, and Max knows the title was never his to claim. After meeting an uncle he hasn't seen in years, Max accepts an invitation to J.S. High, a school built for the most powerful heirs in the world. It was the best place to prove his worth--until Max realized that J.S. High isn't what it seems. Ruled by a monarchy that follows a ruthless system, Max must navigate cruel customs, gruesome battles, and betrayals in order to survive. The one who rises to the top becomes king, but with secrets buried within its walls, proving your worth might be the last thing you'll have to worry about. [Contains Volumes 1-3] [16+ | Contains violence and strong language]

This is the story of Hikari Hyuga, the youngest child of Hizashi Hyuga, and how a boy who had his eyes, his fate, and his very future taken from him would go on to win it all back and change not just his clan, but the entire world. This is a story of severed eyes, severed potential, and severed fates.

The Gods had blessed the Lannisters with twins once, and he would do so once more as Cersei Lannister would give birth to another alongside Joffrey Baratheon. Another boy with secrets already sewn into his heart. One troubled by injustice, yet bound by duty. A lion, born in the skin of a Stag. Would he let his duty bind him, or will he let justice guide his hand? Or shall envy swallow it all!

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Harry Potter Reborn. A reincarnated fan uses future knowledge to ruthlessly rewrite Harry's destiny. However, a violent Horcrux possession permanently erases these real-world memories, transforming the story into a gritty psychological thriller. Stripped of his advantage, Harry must rely on Daphne Greengrass to survive a dark, brutal war for his soul.

18+, violence, blood, crime, smut, obsession, kidnapping themes. "Listen to me carefully," Devraj murmured, caging her between the marble pillar and his chest, his fingers tightening around her wrist. "No man touches you. No man looks at you. No man even breathes too close to you. You are mine." "This isn't love," Geetanjali whispered, her pulse racing but her chin lifting stubbornly. "This is obsession." He tilted his head, eyes dark, unblinking. "I don't know the difference." "I will never love you." His mouth brushed dangerously close to her ear. "You will," he said softly. "And I will be the only man you ever learn to." His hand slid to her waist was very firm, possessive, he was not hurting, but not allowing distance either. As if he was memorizing the shape of her. As if he was branding her without leaving a mark. "I have waited my whole life," he breathed against her temple. "You think I'll let the world have even a glimpse of what is mine?" And somewhere between fear and fire, she didn't step away.

[Lucerys Velaryon x Rhaena Targaryen] Lucerys survives and he comes back to his family as a completely different person. Both physically and mentally speaking. May the Greens truly pray that the Seven will truly protect them.

Izzah Masood, the rebellious daughter of powerful politician Kamran Masood, has only one goal in life: to become a successful heart surgeon. After her father refuses to send her abroad for her master's degree, Izzah devises a plan to escape Khiyamabad and pursue her dream in a different country. As part of her plan, she gets into a relationship with Hamzah Qazi, the son of her father's rival. Unexpectedly, Hamzah and Izzah turned out to have a lot more in common than expected. They also discovered that they both shared the same ambition in life, and that they both hated politics and wanted to escape their fathers' influence. Soon, Hamzah started meaning more to Izzah than just a plan. The more Izzah spends time with Hamzah getting to know him, the less she sees him as a pawn in her plan and more as a partner. Hamzah surprises her, changing his significance in her eyes. While her relationship with Hamzah continues to bloom under her father's nose, Aadi Masood-nephew of Kamran Masood and cousin of Izzah Masood-makes an appearance in her life, threatening to sabotage her plans. Moth To The Flame is a mystery/thriller with romance as subplot.

Aegor was mysteriously transported to Westeros and forced to join the Night's Watch. Struggling to survive in the brutal north, he knows the legends of the White Walkers are true and senses their imminent return. As the realm edges toward chaos, Aegor must choose between escaping his fate or standing against the coming apocalypse. #No Cheats #Slow-Paced