Vote Stories

لەسەر خاکی کوردستان دوو عەشیرەتی گەورە و خاوەن دەسەڵات ساڵانێکی زۆرە ئاگری دوژمنداری لە نێوانیاندا کڵپە ئەکات «عەشیرەتی سەرکەش» و «عەشیرەتی زاڵ»ئەم ململانێیە کاتێک هێڵی سوور دەبەزێنێت کە کوڕێکی عەشیرەتی سەرکەش کارێکی وا دەکات هیچ عەقڵێک قبووڵی ناکات کچێکی عەشیرەتی زاڵ دەڕفێنێت و سنووری شەرەف و کەرامەتیان دەشکێنێت ئەم ڕووداوە ڕەشە هەموو پردەکانی ئاشتی تێکدەشکێنێت و دڵی هەردوو لایەن پڕ دەکات لە لێوان لێو لە ڕق عەشیرەتی زاڵ بۆ پاککردنەوەی شەرەفیان بڕیارێکی بێبەزەییانە دەدەن بڕیاری تۆڵەکردنەوەیەکی هاوشێوە پلان دادەڕێژن کچێکی عەشیرەتی سەرکەش بڕفێنن و هەمان شت بەسەر ئەودا بهێنن لێرەوە کایەی تۆڵە دەست پێدەکات و بێتاوانەکان دەبنە سووتەمەنی ئاگری مێژوویەکی خوێناوی...

چیرۆکێکی کوردییە تەمەنێکم بە دیار خۆشەویستییەکەوە بەڕێکرد کە پێموابوو دوولایەنە شەیدای پیاوێک بووم کە خەیاڵم وابوو منی لە دڵدا شاردۆتەوە بەڵام ڕاستییەکە زۆر لەوە دڵڕەقتر بوو.... ستێرا هەر لە منداڵییەوە ئاشقی ئادەم بوو هیچ شتێک نەما نەیکات بۆ دڵخۆش بوونی ئادەم بەڵام کاتێک ئاهەنگێکی زانکۆ دەکرێت ئادەم لەبەردەم کچێکی تردا چۆکی دادەدا و ئەڵقەی هاوسەرگیری پێشکەش کرد جیهان لە دەوروبەری ستێرا وەستا کاتێک شەو درەنگ دەکات و ستێرا لەتاو ئازاری ئەشقەکەی و ئەو خیانەتە نازانێت چەندێک کات درەنگە لە پڕێکدا لە ناو ئەو تاریکی و بێدەنگییەدا سێبەری کەسێک ڕێگەی لێ گرت پێش ئەوەی بتوانێت هاوار بکات یان داوای یارمەتی بکات دەمی دەگرێت و بەرەو تاریکییەکی قووڵ دەیبات لەو شەوەدا نەک هەر عەشقەکەی ستێرا بەڵکو پاکی و کچێنی و هەموو ژیانیشی لەلایەن دڕندەیەکەوە ڕفێندرا و دەستدرێژی کرایە سەر جەستە و ڕۆحی ئایە ئەو شەوە کۆتایی ستێرا دەبێت؟ ئایە ئەشقەکەی دەگۆڕێت بۆ ڕق؟

Family Sickics and Oneshots

They were never meant to cross paths-at least, not in any way that mattered. He carried his anger like armour, sharp enough to cut anyone who came too close. She held her faith like a quiet promise, even when she didn't yet know how deeply she needed it. From the moment they met, conflict sparked between them: harsh words, clashing beliefs, and a silent competition neither wanted to acknowledge. They were opposites in every way that counted, bound by circumstances they couldn't quite escape. But life has a way of softening hard edges. As days turned into weeks, something shifted. The arguments didn't stop, but beneath them grew an unexpected understanding. A shared vulnerability. A longing neither dared to name. And as he began searching for peace-real peace-he found himself drawn toward the faith he had once ignored. Their story is one of yearning and restraint of painful mistakes and the courage it takes to forgive. This is not a love born from perfection, but one forged slowly, gently, in the spaces where two wounded hearts learn to heal. It began with conflict. It grew with patience. And somewhere along the way, enemies became something far more complicated. "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓; 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆" ___________ [This story is completely fiction. Do NOT take it your hearts or hate on it. It's completely based on the author's imagination. Think before ruining someone's hard work!] ___________ Alas! Meet ya'll in the story!

چیرۆکی عەشقێک کە لە کاتژمێر٦:٣٣ ـــەوە دەستی پێکرد و لە گۆرستان کۆتایی هات"💔🎬 رۆژێک رۆژێکی خۆش دێ بەڵام ئێمە لە شەوەکەیی راهاتووین~🕯️🤎💍 ئەسیـــل∞ئەوــــــ؟؟

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮, ..."𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘. " 𝘛𝘰,..."𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅?" ___________________________________________ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵, 𝘈𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. ___________________________________________ sᴛᴀʀᴛ:- 𝟸𝟹/𝟶𝟼/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 ᴇɴᴅ:- ______________

Harry Potter returns after two years away to discover Ginny Weasley with someone else. She's moved on. He hasn't. And now he must confront what he left behind; before it slips away forever.

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Katsuki and Izuku meet through a band concert in their middle school instead of being childhood friends. Izuku met Katsuki on a playground when they were way younger, he was bullying a kid and Izuku stuck up for the kid. Then Bakugo picked on him for a while till Inko moved him out of that elementary school. Izuku forgot his name and his mind wiped those times from his head so when he reached middle school and was just sitting in the stands watching him do the best performance on the drums he'd ever seen he didn't think much of it , when his friends called him hot or whatever he just nodded and watched the rest. But eventually he makes in interaction with this blonde boy he'd only thought of his as the "drum boy" from the band so when he saw him being a cocky bastard it reminded him of someone but he couldn't put his finger on it. He eventually ran into Katsuki in the hallway on a distressed morning when he was rushing to class. He knocked into him profusely apologizing but even though he was known as a cocky jerk he just froze nervously and said it was fine and ran off.

in a dream

ئێلینا خوێندکارێکی زیرەک و ڕێک و پێکە کە حەزی لە ئارامی و خوێندنە. بەڵام لە یەکەم ڕۆژی زانکۆدا، دەکەوێتە ڕێگای ئارین، کوڕێکی گاڵتەباز و شۆخ کە دەتوانێت بە چەند چرکەیەک مێشکی هەر کەسێک تێکبدات! لە یەکەم بینینەوەیانەوە مشتومڕ و گاڵتە لەنێوانیان دەست پێدەکات، و هەردووکیان پێیان وایە ناتوانن تەنانەت چەند خولەکێکیش پێکەوە بەسەر بەرن. بەڵام کاتێک زانکۆ ناچاریان دەکات لە یەک تیم و یەک پڕۆژە کار بکەن، ڕووداوە کۆمیدی و نەخوازراوەکان یەک لە دوای یەک ڕوودەدەن. ئایا دوژمنایەتییەکەیان هەر بەردەوام دەبێت؟ یان لە پشت ئەو مشتومڕ و گاڵتانەوە هەستێکی تر لەدایک دەبێت؟ ئێلینا💍ئارین نوسەر: ڕوبی دەستپێک:١٥ی حوزەیرانی ٢٠٢٦ کۆتایی: ..........

A woman is adopted by a family and unexpectedly becomes close to a man.

Note this story made by imagination Story My childhood first love 8첫사랑 A woman suffering emotional bullying Note this story made by imagination Story My childhood first love 8첫사랑 English 이야기 Secret love between a woman and a man, cold boy and a simple woman

Hi!!! so this is basically where you vote for what you want me to write Abt since I really wanna write smth new!I also don't wanna edit my other book cuz idk with I'ma delete it or not The fandoms I will write for: Marvel Harry Potter PJO?(still deciding lol) Chronicles of Narnia (The list will get longer with time but for now this is the list) Just some things to know: These books will most likely be whatever character x reader(prob a fem!reader tho) I won't do smut at the moment cuz I suck at writing that... I also won't do female characters AT THE MOMENT but hopefully I will Hopefully i'll cook up smth good ~Ari

PLEASE COME HERE AND VOTE ANONYMOUSLY FOR MY NEXT FIC COMING THIS YEAR! AND YES, THEYRE BOTH SAPPHIC ROMANCES!!

Yeah basically I have no creativity left and it's holidays and I'm bored so I'm doing this easy stupid book. Mostly includes musicians, but open to any suggestions. Read intro for further informations.

When silent embers begin falling from the sky, the world calls it an omen. Aparna calls it a warning. The glowing fragments carry ancient runes only she can read - runes that whisper of a forgotten fire‑magic and a prophecy buried for centuries. As the Emberfall spreads across the land, strange creatures stir in the forests, old powers awaken, and a mysterious ember‑lit figure begins appearing in the shadows. Aaru feels the fire too - a heat in his blood he can't explain, a legacy Draco has been hiding from him his entire life. And when the prophecy names a "fire‑bound heir," the brothers are forced to confront a truth that could tear them apart. With Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Draco at their side, Aparna and Aarnav/Aaru must uncover the meaning of the Emberfall before the world burns. But the prophecy speaks of betrayal, sacrifice, and a crown forged in flame - and not everyone destined to shape the future will survive it. Some embers ignite hope. Others ignite war.

Akai Masemi, as ever love the star as her own. for how long she guided herself to the north, to guide her to see her father that face no longer remembered. it's a shame, shameful. something has happened, the day her father disappeared is also the day she lost her dream. "I don't want to be a detective, nor this... not becoming a black organization agent or a spy or- Becoming like my parent..." 'I want to lay down and watch the star moves, if only... if only I could be a child once again' she thought as that syringe come in contact on her neck as bullet rain coming from behind. (Detco x oc/reader with name(?) can't decide- but choosing name for this story is important than using y/n)

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Votes for my future stories, part 2.