Revolution mga kuwento

━━ 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : ❛ he was enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees and oh, how she loved him ❜ [ les miserables (2012) ] [ enjolras x f!oc ]

No one has ever truly known where the soul dwells before the heart begins to beat. Nor what it sees, nor what it remembers. And when the final pulse fades, in the last breath of life, where does it return? In the Aragas Legacy ... before humanity fled its dying star,souls were born in the halls of light, woven into destinies shaped by ancient politics and forgotten wars. There, Celestia lived. A young princess, veiled in mystery, her eyes hiding truths no one in the court dared to name. Three hundred sixty-five years before the collapse, she met Aldario... by chance, or perhaps by design. A boy whose presence unraveled the threads of fate. Their love was not new. It had burned before. It would burn again. And each time, it would vanish like starlight swallowed by dawn. In Aragas, nothing is truly born. Nothing truly dies. Everything returns.

Lady Eleanor Cantwell, daughter of the Marquess of Salford, is a proper young lady. With her golden complexion, raven-black hair, and manners befitting a princess, Lady Eleanor has always been deemed a belle. There is just one problem. Lady Eleanor Cantwell is Indian. Having been adopted from India when Lady Salford found herself unable to bear a child, Lady Eleanor is shunned by society, including her mother, on account of her true heritage. The ladies turn their noses at her and the gentlemen only wish for her virtue which she clings to dearly. They certainly have no wish to wed an Indian girl, no matter how pretty she is! Which is why the entire ton is incredulous when a young man - a duke, no less! - offers his hand in marriage to the young daughter of the Marquess of Salford. Lady Eleanor finds it quite hard to believe that any gentleman would wish to marry her and instead of feeling grateful, all she feels is remorse and anger. A husband would only bring with him a mountain of restrictions that were detrimental to her plans of travelling the world - the land of her ancestors, in particular. So, when her parents sell her off to the duke, she realises that she no longer cares for society, her beloved father, or her reputation. And when the duke makes her an enticing offer, she realises she would have to abandon all sense of propriety, manners, and rules to do what he asks of her. She would have to defy. . * Favourite in the Amby Awards 2025 hosted by @TheAmbys @Ambassadors * 1st Place Winner in HISTORICAL FICTION of the HIDDEN GEMS AWARDS * Featured in the "Diverse Fiction" reading list by @Ambassadors * Featured in the "Historical Fiction" reading list by @AmbassadorsIN * Featured in the "Ambassador's Monthly Picks (Oct 2025)", "War & Military" and "Historical DiverseLit" reading lists by @HistoricalFiction * Featured in the "Historical Adventures" and "DiverseLit Adventures" reading lists by @adventure

George Thet Htun × Kyilin Aye The content of this story is purely the author's imagination.

Lilly is seventeen when the colonizers decide she must burn. Not for power-but for defiance. She has no magic of her own, yet she helps witches and wizards escape as their land is taken, their names erased, their bodies turned into warnings. Lilly is meant to die publicly, painfully, so no one else dares to resist. But the fire does not kill her. When she opens her eyes, Lilly wakes in another world-one built on obedience, where men rule and women are owned by law, faith, and fear. This world claims order. It claims righteousness. It claims to know who deserves to exist. Trapped, watched, and powerless, Lilly searches for a way out. But the deeper she digs, the more she learns that this world did not summon her by accident. Powerful beings guard its truths, and they are watching her closely. Because Lilly's survival was never a mistake. And if she uncovers the reality behind this world-why it was made, and who it was made for-everything could burn again.

||UNOFFICIAL TITLE & STORY|| Lou-Anne Perreault works as a waitress at Café Musain, scraping up enough money for her and her siblings, taking care of them since the Perreault's parents' demise. One unfortunate day, she would have the dreaded task of taking over her co-worker's job as she calls off ill, which is tending to the upstairs of the café. It doesn't sound too bad, unless you were there to see the aftermath and ruckus caused by the university students up there. The dreaded shifts turn into ones of curiosity as she uncovers the true intentions of their everyday lives at the Musain... but she can't help but feel irritation towards the leader and what she believes to be 'hypocritical' beliefs.

Its been a century since the shadow returned

This is book two of the Fractured Forms series. With Malakie now a roaming spirit of pure terror, the world is getting darker. Strange anxieties are sweeping the city, paralyzing people. Lara and another begin their work, seeking out those who are sinking but the mission is dangerous, Lara discovers that those who seek Xo'ria only for personal gain or safety drown faster than anyone else. Meanwhile, a guilt-ridden Robin tries to find his way back to his sister, but the War Horse has marked him, and the shadows are closing in. Lara must decide if she can forgive the brother who left her behind, or if some people are destined to sink.

It's 1935 and Oarai is facing another closure again as the Imperial Government demands Oarai High to implement ultranationalist education into the school. Anzu came up with a plan, they will present a petition with signatures from major Sensha-do schools as a peaceful protest. Little did they know that this will spark a chain of event that will change their lives, and history, forever. This is an alternate universe fanfiction of Girls und Panzer set from 1935-54. It is inspired by a Hearts of Iron IV mod, Girls und Panzer: Global Operations. Any technological anachronism in this fanfiction is intentional. Any events depicted in the original anime series, Der Film movie, Das Finale movie series happened in this AU before the story begins.

Love. What's more one would want to live for? Simple. Freedom. Caged birds long to fly again. Flowers don't want to be forced to bloom. Elysia Frenzia doesn't want to forcefully be married and to put her chains into an old mans hand. But what can a weak pathetic woman do? Even as a counts daughter she wasn't worth much more than a cow who is to bear children and especialy a male heir. Elysia will change her future. That's her goal. The only one she had in her life. She doesn't want to belong to anyone but herself. However, what will she do if Lennon appears? Son of the emperor and stubbornly refusing to leave her to her schemes and loneliness? Find out with her together. All rights to this story are mine, don't steal or I steal your cookies for eternity. Pictures are from pinterest or Google. Rights go to their original owner ofcourse. Have fun~

In the final years of Spanish rule, Manila whispers of rebellion. He is a Spanish nobleman hiding an immortal secret. She is a Filipina revolutionary carrying a death sentence in her name. Loving her means betraying an empire he has survived for centuries. Loving him means trusting the face of her enemy. As revolution ignites and blood stains the streets of Manila, eternity will learn what it means to lose something forever. Set in the world of A Thousand Nights Without Dawn.

The world of EVERBREAK is a fantasy setting full of knights and gladiators, mages and witches, merfolk and sky-dwellers, good and evil, and a caste system that perpetuates classes of haves and have nots. The Tales of Preptonia follows the aftermath of a slave uprising, as a fledgling nation attempts to create a society of free men and women, in the face of looming threats.

When a deadly virus ravages the world, seventeen-year-old Myra Sanches loses everything-until Vardi Corporation's "cure" transforms her into something beyond human, making her both their greatest weapon and their most dangerous enemy.

Old times of World Communism

Everyone says the fire ended it all. Amara knows it didn't. Years after escaping the blaze that took her brother, she follows rumors instead of grief into a world that smiles while it watches. Where power is regulated, names are monitored, and the government's hand is felt most where it's never seen; deciding which lives are acceptable. As the past collides with the present, Ashlight explores what it means to survive, to choose who you become, and to love someone enough to let them go or refuse to.

REVOLUTIONARY is a work-in-progress novel about the Romanian Revolution, seen from the height of a 6-7-year-old child - the one place where truth shouldn't be complicated, yet life makes it so anyway. Through his eyes, the "adult world" begins to speak in whispers, doors close more often than usual, grown-ups change their faces from one hour to the next, and words like freedom, fear, and gun suddenly enter a universe that only yesterday was about sweet bread, chewing gum, and a Pioneer scarf. The story doesn't unfold in a straight line. It shifts - sometimes almost chaotically - between moments from Before the Revolution (B.R.), with its communist routine and quiet absurdity, and scenes from After the Revolution (A.R.), in a still-young democracy learning how to walk... sometimes in the dark, sometimes at a run. This isn't a history lesson. It's a childhood caught between rumors, sirens, silences, and the kind of courage you don't know you have until you're asked for it. A novel about what a Revolution looks like when you don't fully understand it - but you feel absolutely everything.

Without a single idea of who he is, where he's at, or what he's done, TV874 embarks on a mission to figure out just exactly what hell is going on around him- and how he fits into it.

(Originally published Nov 06, 2016- Nov 23, 2016) Coercive Acts- 1774 During this time, British Parliament passed several acts which raised taxes on several of the American colonists' goods, and allowed British soldiers to invade any building they liked under the command of the British Parliament. Angered by this, colonists protested against several other acts passed afterwards until the Revolutionary War was begun and won by the Americans.

In the silent city of Velinor, questioning authority is forbidden and history has been carefully rewritten by those in power. Citizens live in fear, believing that obedience is the only path to survival. Seventeen-year-old Arin has spent his life following the rules-until he discovers a hidden journal that reveals a forgotten past where freedom, expression, and truth once thrived. As he uncovers the city's buried history, Arin realizes that silence is not peace, but control. With the help of his brave and determined friend Mira, Arin begins spreading the lost truth across Velinor. What starts as whispers and secret messages slowly grows into a powerful movement that challenges the very foundation of the Council's rule. But standing against authority comes with dangerous consequences. As fear tightens its grip on the city, Arin and Mira must decide whether they are ready to risk everything for freedom. The Quiet Fire is a gripping coming-of-age story about courage, unity, and the power of young voices to spark change. It reminds readers that revolutions do not always begin with violence - sometimes they begin with a single question.

Hey, Marg. I turned 18 yesterday. And like always, here's my eighth letter to you-just like you told me to do when I was ten, right before you left. Oh, and Marg? You're a bitch. I thought you'd show up for me when I turned fourteen. But I'm still waiting, Marg. Guess what? The orphanage kicked me out way too early. I lived in a fucking boxed apartment, Marg. If I wanted to take a decent shower, I had to walk all the way across the street from my shabby building to the public restrooms. They didn't even have showers, Marg. Just a broken sink in the corner. I used its hose just to wash myself. That's what a shower is for me. I was fourteen, Marg. Kicked out at that age, and still managed to survive. And school? It wasn't easy, Marg. You promised it would be my only shot at happiness. It wasn't. But maybe I kept writing to you-whether you read these or not-because I need to get these thoughts out of my head. I'm this close to killing two people who were supposed to be better than you. Strangely, I don't seem to hate you as much as I hate them. Maybe because I never got the chance to really know you, Marg. Thanks for nothing. -Mona .-.-.