Smile Stories

#1 in MeandYou (06/14/25) #5 in QuietBoy (07/09/25) #4 in Quirky (02/24/26) #1 in Smile (09/6/26) *Mentions of Addiction/Abuse/Mental Health* (Under the process of being rewritten/editted, OGs know what's up) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before I can help it, I grin ear to ear, and his softened gaze starts to fade. His eyes narrow into slits, "Don't you dare-" "What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" Instantly, Sawyer frowns, an unimpressed expression on his face. I smile, grabbing his cheeks and squishing them, "Don't make that face!!! C'mon, you gotta ask!! What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" Glaring, he mutters, "We're not doing this shit, Mari-" "Yes, we are!!" I let go of his face, "You ready?!!" "No." "I'm gonna say it." "You better not-" "SoFISHticated." "You're an idiot." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Senior year is coming up, and things seem normal. Friends are doing the usual, family is, well...familying, and life is as is. But after a chance encounter at a thrift shop, everything changes in a matter of seconds. What happens when a broody boy meets a bubbly girl who suddenly brings color to a world he thought had permanently lost it? Well two things occur: 1 - He isn't coping well, a little upset about it honestly. And 2 - He can't stop thinking about HER. And to make it all the worse, she's suddenly everywhere. Even at his school. Started August 2023 - ????

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu ( I'm terrible at writing description

Mahanadhi Vika One Shots + Relationship Story

Just me crocheting the threads of my inner wool into a soft muffler of pages. 🌸 🌷You can smile. You can cry. You can have flaws. 🌷

It was finally over. The King was dead. All the built-up pain, fear and suffering all let out in one moment, one swift move, his reign of tyranny finally coming to a close. The people believed that this moment, this moment now, would be their chance at peace, at living a normal life. Unfortunately for them, they were wrong. Things were far from over. Content Warning: Gore, Foul Language, Death, Violence, Insanity, Suicide If any of these disturbs you, do not read this book unless you think you can handle it. Cover Art drawn by yours truly and @stAtIcDOwn :3

Seventeen year old Meredith Marshall is in for a rude awakening as she is in the grips of figuring out what love really is. She's read nearly every romance novel under the sun, but still can't seem to win over any crush she has ever had. Her and Kaleb have been best friends since seventh grade. But, what Meredith doesn't know, is that Kaleb has liked her ever since. Devin is new, he's aesthetic and he's a really good friend. Meredith falls for his charm almost immediately. Will she be able to sort her true feelings out before everything is ruined, including her friendship with Kaleb? - UPDATES ON WEDNESDAYS -

He found his home in her He fell first , Both fell harder It's a typical 90s arranged marriage between two strangers bound by family, tradition and expectations. He is calm and carrying scars from a past he never talks about. She is fierce in her silence, doubtful of marriage after seeing how society treats women. But somewhere between shared glances and unspoken care ,love found its way. She healed his wounds and he became her safe place. This is their journey of two souls learning that sometimes, love doesn't come by choice, it just happens.

Love. A word everyone uses, but somehow only few experience, sometimes I wonder what it is to be loved, what it is to be yearned. will Anvika really be able to understand that love is not just living side by side like her parents, rather it's showing up, caring and never doubting the bond you share. Or will Rivan be able to step outside of trauma of love. That it isn't always terrifying, leaving you with shaky hand and heavy chest but like sun in winter, soothing hand rubbing softly on your back when you are crying.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

"𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦." . . . . . He was barely twenty-two years old, too young to be called a man. While he was still learning to walk carefully around the shore, life in a flash pushed him into a raging ocean with no experience of survival and a newborn child in his weak, quivering arms. Inside it, at every inch -- demons, hundreds of demons cloaked in human flesh were silently waiting for him, their hands burning with an ache to be stained in blood. And the worst, cruelest truth was; they had been waiting for him but never for him. The child, the small life in his arms. Her breath. Her blood. That was all they wanted. He knew he was nothing, absolutely nothing before them -- just a simple boy with simpler intentions and the simplest way of seeing the world. He had every intention of walking away, of leaving her behind and forgetting she had ever existed. It was simple. It was the plan. Until she opened her eyes and lifted her wide, teary eyes to look at him and in those eyes of the newborn, lived an innocence so heavenly pure that for the first time, every sacrifice, even dying to protect her seemed worth it. After all, in the end, he had become her 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, her baba. He fought every single one of them, not as a warrior but as a young father. As he forgot everything; his fear, his pain, his life. The only thing that he could remember was her crying little face, buried in the crook of his neck. But for how long could he keep her and himself safe from them? He knew he needed someone strong. Not just strong. But Stronger. Stronger than them, than those men. Perhaps, a man. Or many. Or maybe, just maybe, a woman, only.

WHAT IF YOU STOPPED SURVIVING AND STARTED LIVING? NAILING IT: The Ultimate Guide for This Lifetime is an honest, sometimes uncomfortable, occasionally irreverent journey toward becoming the person you were always meant to be. Through spirituality, practical tools, nervous-system awareness, self-reflection, and hard-earned lessons, you'll learn to recognize the patterns, beliefs, relationships, and choices that keep you stuck-and discover how to change them. You'll learn to raise your vibration, regulate your nervous system, establish boundaries, process emotions, forgive without forgetting the lesson, and stop asking "Why me?" long enough to ask, "What is this teaching me?" But this isn't about becoming perfect. It's about becoming you. You are allowed to outgrow what no longer fits. You are allowed to choose peace, protect your energy, and create a life you can't wait to wake up for. This is your lifetime. Go nail it. Live Happy. Live You.

Some houses are abandoned. Some are forgotten. And some are left exactly as they are for a reason. Mila has always loved exploring abandoned places. Until she visits Mary's Manor. The locals won't talk about it. Mila should have listened. Because after leaving the manor, something feels different. The whispers begin. Then the nightmares. Then the feeling that someone is watching her. But she's not alone. And whatever followed her home... is getting closer.

Emma's life was never perfect. She never had the nice house, white picket fence and a beautiful labrador puppy. She never wanted any of that anyway. All she ever wanted was loving parents for her and her sister. She's come to terms with the fact that it's never going to happen. Mike had it even worse. But for him it's in the past and all he wants to do is move on and forget. But it's not as easy as it sounds. Then one day there paths cross in the most unlikley of situations...

An anecdote of poems

Have ever got stuck on a plot, a word, a scene or a story so much that you can't move forward? We as writers, believe everyone has been through that "phase". To counteract that stage and to boost our writing community(and the writer in us), we all need a boost, a push to keep at it. Keeping in mind, every Sunday, NewlyWrittenBooks are going to publish a writer's empowerment quote from writers across the world, to spark the writing bug within you. Cover made by the amazingly gifted @druidoflore :)

"Like what you see?" I asked, voice low. "Love what I see," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. "I'm showering." I warned. "Why is it always 'What are you doing here in my house or in my shower?' and not 'Hey, how are you?" She teased getting closer, -Don't you enjoy my company?" My grip on the soap tightened. "Good. Now get out." Her softened face didn't wave. "You know, I won't Hazel." I chuckled, despite myself. She had no intention of backing off. "You're addictive." She said. "You're hooked, aren't you?" I growled. -I'm obsessed." She corrected, taking my lips in a fiery kiss, claiming possession. Our unhealthy stalking dynamic was of great pleasure beneath the surface although, I wish I could resist. |•..............................•| In the world of car manufacturers, Smriti Adnani, the Queen of Bliss Sedan, led an immensely disciplined, serious and peaceful life at the mercy of her father. But when her eyes found the infuriatingly beautiful, carefree, and free-spirited Khwab Ayadhya, she lost herself then and there. As she shouldn't love anyone, grace of an enchanted curse, but her obsession forced them into a marriage, he never wanted or asked for. She was everything he must not want, his biggest temptation, his idol, yet she was willing to pay the price. Driven by the all-consuming passion of her life, she battled with the terror drenching her soul since childhood. He, however, was the sunshine she wasn't aware she needed. In a race against time, will Khwab fall in love with Smriti, embracing every scar that adorned her body, or will he abandon her, just like all those before? She knew he deserved better, a lot more than she is, yet she couldn't bear to let him go. Will he conquer his fear of proving his worth or shatter the curse, blessing her with an eternal love? Join the heart-stopping, spicy ride of #Khwarit, a tale of love, scars, and self-discovery that will leave you hooked, breathless and craving for more. Happy Read

Two sisters, two love stories, and a city full of possibilities. Between busy days, unexpected moments, and plenty of laughter, Seoul might just have a few surprises waiting for them. 💙 Author's Note This is a short story, so the story will be more concise and focused than a full-length work. Thank you for reading and supporting it.

Front cover art isn't mine • . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. • · · A fanfic about the Roblox Game 'A Nostalgic Hangout Game [REDUX]'

"All you had to do.. WAS STAY!" Postman began sobbing. You were speechless. "YOUR GOING DOWN A PATH YOU CANT ESCAPE FROM..!" "You dont understand.." "You dont listen.." Postman raised his gun towards you. "You took my game for yourself.. AND LOOK HOW IT ENDED..!" He almost triggered it.. Silence. He lifted his hand up to his chest " I-...feel cold.. :)" Postman said before collasping on the ground. He.. died.. MY SHAYLAA NOO WHY DID HE DIEE FUCK U SMILE I wanted to make the very first ANHG book cuz there is no ANHG books SO FOR ALL OF YOU ANHG FANS I HAVE POSTMAN IN MY BASEMENT :3

Please ask if you want to use one of these as a picture in your story! Oh and please put By: Majora_Drowned_BEN these really took me hours, weeks and days to draw! Please don't take my work! It took me FOREVER... And if you "do" take them...well, let's just say "You shouldn't have done that"