Raw Stories

"The Shadows." The name whispered through the corridors of the CIA, a legend born of whispered rumors and hushed conversations. They were the best, a team of individuals, each a master of their own unique craft, yet they moved with the grace of a single, fluid entity. Extraordinary skills, honed to razor sharpness, complemented each other perfectly, a symphony of expertise that made them the envy of every intelligence agency in the world. But how did they become "The Shadows"? What secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of their polished professionalism? What past traumas, what shared experiences, had forged them into this unbreakable unit? This is a story of action, where bullets fly and fists collide. A story of romance, where hearts ignite amidst the chaos. A story of sci-fi, where technology blurs the lines between the possible and the impossible. A story of drama, where lives hang in the balance and betrayal lurks in the shadows. But most importantly, it's a story of friendship, a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit when bound by a common purpose. Tune in to discover the answers that lie hidden within the shadows.

She thinks she's on a blind date with a stranger named Arjun. He's actually a RAW operative watching the man three tables away - the one running a terror plot against India. By the time she learns his real first move wasn't ordering coffee, it's too late for either of them to walk away clean. A spy thriller and a love story that were never supposed to happen at the same table.

An army officer and a doctor. One ends lives and the other saves them. A deadly combination, right? Shreeya Nair, a special forces officer. Her team is known to be deadly. Rumors are they work for RAW. She has been secretive about what she does from the start. No one knows. Not even the man she is about to marry. Dr. Arshit Nair had absolutely no idea what he was getting into. When his mother asked him to marry a girl she had chosen, he agreed. However fate is not on his side. She is exactly the opposite of him. She kills to save people. Doesn't make sense, right? His fiancé is secretive. She didn't even tell anything when they first met except what she does is dangerous and it has many downsides. What's the worst that can happen? How will the navigate their married life miles apart? And the biggest question, is Shreeya dangerous? Join Shreeya and Arshit in their journey and let's see where it leads them

Tiffany is definitely NOT liked by anybody in WWE. She has no friends in the WWE locker room.

What happens when you find peace amidst chaos... in a person you were never meant to choose? A marriage arranged by families. A connection that feels anything but accidental. Was it ever truly arranged... or always destined? Vihaan Singh Rathore-an ex-army officer. An introvert who has faced wars at the borders, conquered enemies... yet remains defeated by the chaos within himself. Niyaati Mehra-a psychologist and a professor. Calm, composed, and perceptive yet chaotic. Someone who understands minds... yet carries a childhood lost to responsibilities, still holding onto the innocence in her heart. Two strangers. Two broken silences. One unexpected bond. In a relationship built on formality, secrets begin to surface, walls begin to crack, and emotions refuse to stay controlled. Will they be able to heal each other... or will their unspoken truths tear them apart?

Roman Reigns fanfiction. "What are you promising me?" he said. Without a single doubt, I replied, "My loyalty."

Guardian Angel was the light in the chaos-fierce, loyal, untouchable alongside her best friend, Cody Rhodes. But when darkness comes from within and loyalties are tested, even legends can fall. As trust shatters and lines blur, one thing is certain: not everyone will make it out the same.

ECLIPSE OF FATE Some secrets are buried in the past. Some are waiting in the future. And some were never meant to exist. Rivansh Chauhan has spent years haunted by the murder of his parents and the strange visions that follow him into his sleep. Then he meets Shubham-a mysterious stranger hiding more secrets than answers. What begins as an unexpected friendship soon pulls Rivansh into a dangerous world of RAW missions, hidden identities, terrorist conspiracies, and an ancient artifact known as Jeevan Bindu-a mysterious stone connected to time, gravity, and the very cycle of life. But Rivansh doesn't know the truth. Shubham isn't who he thinks he is. And the closer Rivansh gets to the truth behind his parents' death, the more he realizes that his own fate may already have been written... in the past. What if saving the future means changing the past? And what if the person you trust the most is the reason your fate exists?

some things are easier to write than they are to say. so i write. i write about him. about myself. about the things i want, the things i lose, the things i pretend don't hurt. i write about love when it feels beautiful. about love when it feels ugly. about wanting someone so badly it scares me. about anger that doesn't know where to go. about the things i say, the things i don't, and everything that lives somewhere in between. some poems are love letters. some are confessions. some are apologies. some are resentment. some are anger i don't know where else to put. and some are just me trying to understand why loving someone can feel so much like losing myself. there are things in here i never say out loud. things i don't know how to explain without sounding crazy, dramatic, too emotional, too much. so they end up here instead. this isn't a story told after everything is over. it's me, in the middle of it. while it's happening. while I'm feeling it. while I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck any of it means. unfiltered. unfinished. still becoming. so if you're into that bullshit ironic fairytale everyone's read before, go ahead and find something else. this one is real. this one is unquestionably raw. and most importantly unapologetically me.

Theiades has survived the ruins of Rhodferra by clinging to the people she loves, even when the world tears them away one by one. Every bond she forms is fragile, every moment of safety temporary, and every choice she makes leaves another scar. When she escapes to Nerravoke, she finally tastes warmth and belonging. But one fateful night drags her back into the darkness she thought she'd outrun. Haunted by loss, guilt, and the ghosts of those she couldn't save, Theiades must decide who she is when everything she touches breaks. A dark, emotional story of trauma, found family, and the fragile hope that refuses to die. Content Warning: Trauma, sexual abuse (not graphic), grooming, violence, death, and survival themes. If you'd like to read the full version, When Darkness Meets the Dawn: Theiades is available on Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.eu/d/0bj4rPDs.

Words are anchors to the thread of hope. Words heard are nothing to a scope of hope. Words are like guns - trigger the ropes of hope. Words are instigators. Their strength imprints on the strings of hope. Hope is to believe in the unbelievable. Hope is the light you see with your eyes closed. - 𝒟𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝑒 ♡

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**Ashes Of POVERTY* _By:Brix-Monje.Lyn_ We were not born with empty stomachs. We were not born in houses with holes. We were not born owing 15,000 shillings. Poverty found us. And it stayed. This is the story of B. 17 years old. A daughter. A sister. A house girl. A debt. From the shamba with two graves, to the room under the stairs in Nairobi, to a hospital floor with 40 shillings in her pocket - this is what it feels like to live when dust is in your lungs. There is no rescue here. There is no fairy tale. There is only truth: Poverty is not lack of money. Poverty is a disease. It has a title. It demands respect. And it kills quietly, one mucker at a time. _Ashes Of Poverty_ is not a story about being poor. It is a testimony from inside it. Raw. Unforgiving. Necessary. *Read this if you want to understand why some people don't get up.* --- It is written in ash, in debt, and in memory of those who died waiting for "next month." *_"If my words make you uncomfortable, good. That means the dust reached you too."__ By:Brix-Monje.Lyn_ ---

In which Dean Ambrose's sister becomes infatuated with Seth Rollins. •social media fic•

A story about a originally girl who happens to be a WWE fan and meet's her favourite wrestler and falls in love.

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

Tasha Cindy Kunda's third poetry collection is an intimate archive of growing up, moving through the noise, and finding a voice in the quiet. Writing since a young age, she has spent years capturing raw moments, unsaid thoughts, and the subtle shifts of everyday life into verse. Deeply inspired by her older cousin & the small details &, the weight of quiet moments, this collection marks her most honest and resonant work yet. It is an exploration of identity, growth, and the spaces in between,written for anyone who has ever looked for their own truths between the lines.

Lauren spirals into a brutal relapse that leaves her fragile and uncertain. She battles withdrawal, fractured trust, and the crushing weight of her own demons. Mick is the steady anchor in her chaos. Steven, desperate to save her, becomes both her lifeline and her heartache . In the turbulence of addiction, loyalty, and love, Lauren faces the question: can she survive the storm, or will it tear them all apart?"

To love me is more that just words, it comprises of poetry,journal, and lyrics. It is the story of an insecure young adult who appears brave to everyone else while quietly carrying battles within. It captures the difficult transition from adolescence into adulthood, the longing to experience genuine love, and the reality of navigating depression, loneliness, and an overthinking mind. This is not just a collection of writing, it is an honest reflection of vulnerability, healing, and the hope of being understood and loved despite the scars.