Women Stories

A royal Rajasthani family. Three couples. Three different love stories. Each with their own pains, struggles, and secrets... And in the end their journey towards love, healing, and happiness. ✨ A multi-couple tale filled with emotions, traditions, heartbreak, and hope.

Imagine one-shots about the one and only Billie Eilish. I use Y/n's POV. GxG only. I also do smut and G!P. Requests are open. English isn't my first language, so be nice, please. Updates on Fridays. My first one has been deleted, so I republish it, hoping it won't get deleted this time. Started: 07/08/2023 the first time Ended: ????? #1 billieeilishpiratebairdoconnell 26/05/2024 #1 bi 19/07/2025 #1 woman 04/02/2026 #1 lgbtrights 03/03/2026 #1 billiexreader 29/05/2026

کچی ئاغا کە دەنگدانەوەیەکی زۆری هەیە لەگوندەکەدا بەهۆی ئەوەی تائێستا کەس ڕوخساری نەبینیوە بەوزانیاریانەی کەزانیویانە کچێکی سەرنجڕاکێشە وەزۆریش سەرکێشە لەگەڵیدا ئەوهەموو حەزوخولیایەکی ئەسپە لەگەڵ شەڕکردن چۆن دەکەوێتە داوی ئامۆزاکەیەوە؟ بڕیارمانداوە تاوەک و نەبێتە20ساڵ هیچ کەس نابێت ڕوخساری ببینێت لــــەبــــەر دوو هۆکار ڕێگەنادەن خەڵک ڕوخسارت ببینێت یەکەم.بۆپارێزگاری کردن لەتۆ دووەم.لەبەرجوانییەکەت مافی تەواوی ئەم چیرۆکە بۆخۆم دەگەڕێتەوە پیت بەپیتی خۆم نوسیومە♥

Twelve-year-old Zahrah has spent her life beneath the shadow of war, silence, and the rules written for girls long before they are born. In Taliban-controlled Afghanistan, daughters learn quickly how to lower their voices, lower their eyes, and expect very little from the world. But Zahrah cannot stop looking at the sky. Whenever the distant sound of an airplane passes over Kabul, she runs to the rooftop of her family's home to watch it disappear beyond the mountains, wondering what kind of life exists for people who are allowed to leave. Instead, she finds something she never expected: kindness. As love quietly blossoms between them in a world shaped by fear, tradition, and survival, Zahrah begins a journey that will carry her far beyond the rooftops of Kabul - and force her to decide what freedom truly costs. Told across timelines between present-day America and war-scarred Afghanistan, The Girl Who Watched Airplanes is a deeply moving story about womanhood, sacrifice, memory, and the quiet people who change our lives forever.

Progeny of Violence... but Gentle By:Sara Al-Sharifi It has always been said that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but they never told us it could also make you 'gentler.' In this book, we do not document pain as a destiny, but rather the miracle that occurs within the hearts of women; where cruelty is met with compassion, and where one emerges from the wreckage of violence with a soul that refuses to scar others. We are the 'Generation' that inherited the wounds but chose not to pass them on. We are those who consciously decided to be the final line in the book of agony, and the first word in the alphabet of mercy. This book is not a plea for pity; it is a manifesto of the soft power that defeated ugliness with kindness. ‏

People saw Naomi as the strong one. Beautiful. Independent. Hardworking. Always smiling. Always helping. But nobody saw the sacrifices behind her strength. Born into a loving but struggling home, Naomi learned early that survival and sacrifice often walked hand in hand. While trying to build a future for herself, she also became one of the people quietly holding her family together. Between friendship, love, responsibilities, heartbreak, laughter, personal growth, and the search for purpose, Naomi slowly discovers that sometimes the strongest people are the ones silently asking God for just one small miracle. Because everyone saw her smile. But nobody saw her.

A collection of short Stories ❤️Drabbles and long shots. Do give it a read.

she was a scattered palette filled with every colour and he was the calm painter who envisioned the whole world through her on his canvas. A tale set in the late 1800s, India when feminism was a taboo while patriarchy and misogyny was a norm. Labanya, an eight year old girl who was a little too curious for her age and gender was tied to Rudrajit, an eleven year old boy who was a bit too composed and soft for his age and gender by the sacred bond of marriage. What would this marriage bring about in the lives of these young souls who were yet to discover their own selves? N.B - This story revolves not only around the romance between the two main character but also focuses on the important aspects and lessons that one could learn from this story by living through the characters and their mindsets while also getting to know about the very different environment of those time. I do not intend to impersonate or resemble any real personalities through my story as it's purely my imagination. Mention of real places and a few historic personalities are there just to add depth to the story and make it realistic.

These are some stories i pull out of my head, revising it with my own vocabulary. This is purely all about wlw / lesbian ships. The only male characters are either side characters or father figures. The characters are made from my own imaginary, if names are familiar for you then it must be a coincidence.

Two introverts. One painfully awkward first meeting. And a connection neither of them knows how to handle. Between wrestling mats, basketball courts, and conversations that never come out right, JuJu Watkins and Milan Keawe slowly learn that sometimes the quietest people feel things the loudest.

Yvette Gail Suarez likes things organized-grades, deadlines, emotions. As one of the writers of The Verdant Publication, she's used to chasing stories, surviving pressure, and carrying expectations heavier than her own wants. Then she meets Czare Reid Ayala. JSU's infamous volleyball team captain: loud, annoyingly confident, effortlessly charming, and somehow always getting on Yvette's nerves. After an embarrassing accident during volleyball training leaves them constantly crossing paths, Yvette is forced to interview Czare for a sports feature article. What starts as endless bickering, sarcastic chats, and accidental moments slowly turns into something far more confusing. Because for the first time in a long while, someone is making Yvette forget about deadlines, achievements, and the exhausting need to always be enough. And maybe that's the most dangerous thing of all.

For those who dream For those who are rebellious For those who want change For those who want to be understood For me, who needs to put my hatred and my ideas on paper

**True power isn't loud; it doesn't beg for attention, chase validation, or compromise its boundaries. Rooted in behavioral psychology and cognitive science, *High-Value Woman Aura* is a strategic, research-backed blueprint designed for the modern woman who aspires to build unbreakable psychological strength and an undeniable personal presence. This guide deconstructs the exact science behind the Halo Effect, high-status body language, the scarcity principle, and strategic mystique, teaching you how to transition from seeking external validation to commanding absolute respect. It is more than a book-it is a psychological manual to becoming intellectually elite, emotionally untouchable, and completely self-sufficient. Stop blending in, step into your sovereignty, and activate your Aura.

Why does something so small feel so big to her? Why does something so simple feel enough to him? When Logic Meets Emotion is not about who is right or wrong. It's about seeing the same relationship through two different minds-and finally understanding what's been misunderstood all along.

Page extracts from her life. *updates twice a month* (Or when she is broody :/ )

It's a completely different world than Holly remembers it to be. Having just woken up from a two-year-long coma, she finds Earth to be an even more corrupt place than it already was. Big companies control our daily lives even more and are able to trade humans and shut down whole countries. The old white men are on the rise again with their corrupt companies. Holly stands firmly against it. Cover painted by Shebarshina Svetlana . From Pinterest.

Kashi Sharma has exactly three goals in life: raise her twelve-year-old brother, keep her job and survive each day without forgetting anything important. Unfortunately, she's failing at the last one. Between missed alarms, school projects, overflowing inboxes and a brother who remembers deadlines at the worst possible moment, Kashi's life is already chaotic enough. The last thing she needs is another problem. Then Arth Singhania arrives. As India's most powerful Kingmaker, Arth is the man politicians trust, billionaires listen to and entire industries fear disappointing. He is disciplined, controlled and always ten steps ahead of everyone else. For years, he has run empires from behind closed doors. Now he's moving his operations to Mumbai and somehow, out of hundreds of employees, Kashi Sharma ends up becoming his assistant. Arth likes order, Kashi attracts chaos. He plans everything, she survives one crisis at a time. Working together should be impossible. Falling for each other should be worse. But when late nights, impossible deadlines, and shared flights begin turning into something more, both of them discover that the biggest problem in their lives might just be each other. And neither of them knows how to solve it.

How it feels navigating your early 20's as a woman

Megan had always been passionate about art, ever since she was a little girl. When she started college, she was excited to finally be able to take classes that would allow her to explore her creative side. However, she never expected to fall in love with her art professor, Mrs. Adams. Mrs. Adams, was a striking woman with a passion for creativity that was contagious. She had a way of inspiring her students to see the world in new and beautiful ways, and Megan found herself drawn to her magnetic presence. What will happen between Megan and Mrs.Adams?? *Mature* *Teacher student* *Intersex* *Graphic content* *Drugs and alcohol*

I was on top for half a second. Long enough to reach for the pistol in my jacket. But they were already moving. We rolled. Now they were on top, forearm against my collarbone, blade in their other hand - gleaming, sharp, raised. I grabbed their wrist holding it just inches from my throat. Sweat beading. Breaths crashing together. "Back off," I snarled between clenched teeth. "I will gut you..." And that's when we both froze. Because my eyes finally focused. His face. That jaw, those goddamn blue eyes. The cut on his lip. The hair, golden and messy and way too familiar for a nightmare like this. And judging by the way his expression changed - from pure kill-mode to something caught between shock and disbelief. "...You," I whispered. His grip faltered. So did mine. We didn't move for a second. Just stared at each other. Both panting. Both bloody. Both with knives inches from each other's throats. I let out a breath - half-laugh, half-wheeze. "Jesus Christ," I muttered. "Only you would respond to a death village with a knife fight."