Real Stories

ප්‍රේමයෙන් අත් හැරුණු පසු බෝ පළුදු වු​නු හදවතක් ස්නේහයේ කටු ඇනී ලේ ගැලු සිදුරු වු​නු හදවතක් අවැසි නම් විමසන්න ඉරුනු තැන් නොපෙනෙන්න... මසා නිමකල හදවතක් විකිනීමට තිබේ... මගදි හමු​වූ වෙදදුරෙක් මෙය පිලිසකර කර තිබේ... 🤍"

The first time I returned to my biological family, I spent five years trying to make them love me. My mother told me to stop competing with Lily. My father called me greedy. My eldest brother gave Lily the company shares Grandfather left to me. My second brother testified that I had tried to poison her. My third brother destroyed the evidence that could have cleared my name. And my youngest brother stood outside my prison cell and said: "I wish they had never found you." Three days later, I died in a burning car. And when I opened my eyes again... I was eighteen. Standing outside the Vesper mansion. My biological mother was walking toward me. Behind her stood Lily. Wearing my mother's necklace. In my previous life, I cried when I saw them. This time... I smiled. Good. They were all here. It would save me the trouble of hunting them down one by one.

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

Before the Sunrise Rohan moves to Bangalore hoping for a fresh start, a better career, and a life bigger than the one he left behind. The last thing he expects is to find himself drawn to the quiet dance teacher living across the corridor. Bharti is kind, graceful, and carries a world of secrets behind her smile. As their friendship grows through shared cups of filter coffee, long conversations, and everyday moments, Rohan discovers the truth she has spent years hiding from the world. What begins as a simple friendship slowly becomes something deeper. Together, they navigate family expectations, workplace prejudice, old wounds, and the fear of being accepted for who they truly are. From the busy streets of Bangalore to the peaceful mornings of Coimbatore, Before the Sunrise is a story about love, identity, family, and finding a place where you finally belong. Because sometimes the people who change our lives are waiting just across the corridor.

{Toptae Bottomkook} Boqortooyo qarsoon... Amiir aan naxariis lahayn... Iyo wiil aan ogeyn in imaatinkiisu beddeli doono wax walba

«ل جیهانا من دا، بچووکێ... 'نەخێر' بوونا وێ نینە.» ئەو ڕەڤاند ژ بۆ هەبوونا خۆ، بەلێ نەزانى کو کچکەکا بێتاوان دێ هەموو یاسایێن ئیمپراتۆرییا وی یا تاریک ڕوخینیت.

If any one is familiar with the IB programme, they'd know what CAS is. This book is for CAS. I wish to write about my following months until I do my May exams. I have not studied for the past year and I have 2 months to do the exam! Let's lock in!

We're all living in a Krazy World...

Sky has grown up in an Indian household with strict yet loving parents, she goes through a lot of things throughout her life ; from feeling suicidal and useless, to loving herself for who she is. This is her story. This is my story !!NAMES USED IN THIS BOOK ARE NOT REAL! ONLY TWO OF THE SCHOOL NAMES ARE REAL!!

im too lazy to write a desc rn

I'm openly sharing the stories of crushes I've had to the world. Every detail in a creative way. I hope we can cringe together and relate because it's something everyone goes through :)

So this is me as a baby I was so cute as a baby right, wrong that was just the start of my adventure, when all I could do was roll around In my moms tummy until I came out, but wait, before I came out the nurses told mY mom to breathe and out, so that can help with the pain, but then afterwords it started getting serious in the hospital room and the nurses were holding my moms hands and telling her to start pushing and she said okay, so she started screaming and started pushing And pushing and finally I came out of her and the nurse put a blanket on me so I won't get sick, and she handed me to my mom and the nurse said what are you going call her ? And that's when I knew I liked this name I picked and it was special to me. So my mom said let's name her Stephanie and I loved that name so much that whenever my mom called my name I would smile 😊 because It was my name and she picked it for me. And that's why I like being myself all the time because of my mom she's the greatest person ever I love you mom. 👩 the end 🫡

This is a sequel to my story: The "Magician from Mallorca"

• Сᴀбин ᴄ ᴄᴀʍоᴦо дᴇᴛᴄᴛʙᴀ будᴛо ᴨᴩиᴛяᴦиʙᴀᴧᴀ ᴋ ᴄᴇбᴇ ᴄᴛᴩᴀнныᴇ иᴄᴛоᴩии. Коᴦдᴀ ᴇй быᴧо ᴨяᴛь иᴧи ɯᴇᴄᴛь ᴧᴇᴛ, онᴀ ᴨочᴇʍу-ᴛо иᴄᴋᴩᴇннᴇ вериᴧᴀ, чᴛо ᴇᴄᴧи зᴀᴄунуᴛь ɯᴨиᴧьᴋи ʙ ᴩозᴇᴛᴋу, ᴛо ʍожно ᴨоᴨᴀᴄᴛь ʙ ʍиᴩ ɸᴇй Винᴋᴄ. Ниᴋᴛо ᴇй ϶ᴛоᴦо нᴇ ᴩᴀᴄᴄᴋᴀзыʙᴀᴧ - онᴀ ᴄᴀʍᴀ ᴨᴩидуʍᴀᴧᴀ ϶ᴛо ʙ ᴄʙоᴇй ᴦоᴧоʙᴇ, ᴋᴀᴋ ᴨᴩидуʍыʙᴀᴧᴀ ʍножᴇᴄᴛʙо дᴩуᴦих нᴇʙᴇᴩояᴛных вещей. Рᴇᴀᴧьноᴄᴛь, ᴋонᴇчно, оᴋᴀзᴀᴧᴀᴄь ᴋудᴀ ʍᴇнᴇᴇ ᴄᴋᴀзочной. Вместо Волшебного ᴨоᴩᴛᴀᴧᴀ ᴇё ᴨᴩоᴄᴛо удᴀᴩиᴧо ᴛоᴋоʍ ⚡️🌩️⛈️

How painful it is to be stabbed by the very person you gave a place in the deepest corners of your heart; someone you loved sincerely, trusted completely, and gave your genuine love and feelings to. You built dreams with them... only to realize that you were merely a passing chapter in their life, while they were the entire story of yours.

A little girl. A humble family. A lifetime of love, sacrifice, and the hope of finding where she truly belongs. Even though there's so many ups and downs that she faced but she conquered it and still manages to smile. ( I'm sorry if there's so many grammatical mistakes, It just my first time writing this story. So please bare with me)

زیاتر لەنیو سەدەیە هیچ ڕووی نەداوە

Balarke is one of YouTube's biggest creators, but he's suddenly overwhelmed by editing and secretly hires an online editor (you). He's never seen your face because everything is through Discord and email.

**P.S. This story is more reality than fiction.** It is inspired by my own life, but it follows the path I never took. It is about the words I was too afraid to say, the feelings I kept hidden, and the choices I still wonder about years later. Sometimes, a life can change because of one decision. One confession. One moment of courage. This story asks the questions that has stayed with me since I was younger: If I had chosen differently, spoken when I stayed silent, or allowed myself to believe that I could be chosen too, who would I be today? I will never know what that life might have looked like. So I wrote it instead. ✨ Based on a true story ✨ They were supposed to drift apart. Different worlds. Different lives. Different futures. Yet every time fate gave them a chance to disappear from each other's lives, another impossible coincidence brought them back together. Some connections refuse to break. The real question is... why? It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't even supposed to be love at all. But when coincidences won't stop dragging two people together, what else can you call it? I try to post every Friday and Wednesday

Everyone knows his name. Jude Bellingham. The football star. The Real Madrid player. The boy millions of people watch every week. But Emely Harris doesn't know him. When she moves to Madrid in May, all she wants is a fresh start, a new apartment, and a simple life away from everything she left behind. She never expected a boy walking into her small café every morning to slowly become the person she trusts the most. To her, he isn't a superstar. He's just Jude. But when the world finds out who he really is, everything changes. Because loving someone is easy when nobody is watching... The hard part is staying when everyone is. More than a name. More than a number. More than football.