Collection Stories

Collection of desi short stories ❤️ The book is written in Hinglish with some Urdu.

Siddharth Sikander, the elder son of Suleman Sikander, dreams of following his father's footsteps and becoming the next Gaddi nasheen. Busy with politics, love and marriage have no place in his life. But his mother, Rumaisa Sikander, has other plans. When she reconnects with her husband's sister after years, she also meets her daughter, Haya Sultan. ✨ Will Siddharth marry his phuppo ki beti?

TELL A FRIEND, TELL A FRIEND, TELL A FRIEND 🧡 All credits to the original owners Started: April 12th, 2024

There are so many things she wants to tell him, but it's like they're two parallel lines-close, yet never meant to meet. Every time he's near, her heart races, but she keeps the words inside, afraid they'll never reach him. So instead, she writes poems and prose, hoping that somehow, her feelings will find their way to him, even if they're always walking in different directions.

A one shot collection of jihyo x female reader💛

မင်းနှုတ်ခမ်းအောက်ကမှဲ့နက်လေးက ကိုယ့်ကိုလှုံ့ဆော်နေတယ် Taekook

Malachi Barton One Shots! I take any requests! I will write any and all Suggestions!

Mainly just a bunch of silly oneshots from multiple povs that will be updated daily, feel free to enjoy this collection.𓆩♡︎𓆪 This is my first work, I hope you enjoy it <3 All of this is just silly oneshots for my favorite ship because I barely see content about them :) I hope my oneshots will inspire more people to make content about them! :] All characters belong to shannon messenger.

❝ The ignorance of a Personification will be the death of them. ❞ ━━ Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (1973). Prosoponologiya (in Russian). p. 4. This book is a general archive of written accounts and provides readers the context of the lives and existence of Neoincarnations, written by [𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗]. ╞═════✵═════╡ A collection of Countryhumans oneshots and works I didn't bother making a separate book for. Due to the events that would be written here, this book would contain heavy topics which would be listed on the beginning of the book. Viewer discretion is advised. Cover art made by alpha.lyr on Instagram. Available to read only on AO3 and Wattpad.

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

A simple collection of my poetry, some gathered from old notebooks and some bespoke writings for this collection. There is something of a narrative, loosely speaking, that could be constructed here, with recurring mentions of places and unnamed characters. While discovering that narrative is not necessary to enjoy the writing, I invite you to take each poem as a piece of a puzzle you could put together if you wish to give it a try! Thanks for reading, please enjoy!

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . lenna gives you curated collections of wattpad books because she has too many. [ started : 4.13.26 ] [ completed : x.xx.xx ]

A collection of stories and events from a hidden world. From an ancient species older than your mother. that lived in the real world. A world that was hidden from us... 14+ rading btw :3

🥀✧Just moments.☆🥀 The kind that happens in between words, in stolen glances, in almost-confessions. ☆ If this were a movie, these would be the scenes that stayed with you.°♡∘ ☆{A collection of cinematic vignettes written like poems}☆ ♡˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ｡⁠☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡∘˳⁠°～｡⁠☆～◉♡*⁠'✧✧❥⁠ ～｡⁠☆

ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Just a collection of random oneshots about my favorite papaya boys 🧡 I also post on ao3 (maryjane_81) if you want to check me out there as well &lt;3 Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyyyy 🧁💚 Started: 4/5/26 Finished:

Stories for several comps/collabs, amalgamated into one collection. Two of them actually placed in their respective sections (yay!): -Mysterious Ways - 1st place, @PsychologicalNovel's "Wake Up In the Morning" comp (June 2020) -The Listeners - 1st place, Last Summer 2020 collab in the @WarriorGoddess section (July/August 2020) * -'The Flower Hunter'. Loosely based on the folklore of seductive water sprites, particularly the Vila (a Central European version of Rusalka). Written for @AfterDark's "Mirror, Mirror" contest (Mar 2020) -'Mysterious Ways'. A young woman wakes in the wrong version of her bedroom. Or is it so wrong after all? ('You wake in a strange place, possibly as someone else.') -'The Listeners'. Morial and her fellow Spirit Listeners work hard to maintain the balance between nature and mortals; until, one Summer, Morial is accused of upsetting that balance herself. ("I know what you did last summer". The prompt features as paragraph nine in my story.) -'Between the (Spread)Sheets'. An accountant and a trader play cat-and-mouse in a City firm. (@Crime's 'Deceptive Detective' Aug 2020: one criminal goes undercover to expose or be exposed by another.) -'The Unexpected Message'. A missed phone call proves momentous for a young art historian. (@AmbassadorsUK/@Fanatsy/@WattpadFairytales's 'Underground Tales' contest Nov 2020: pick a Tube station - King's Cross/Angel/Seven Sisters/Knightsbridge - and imagine what lies below which is connected with the name. I chose Angel.) The only real thing in this story is the Museum of London (which has an excellent Roman gallery, btw); any coincidence with real heritage experts - or indeed the unrealistic probability of such a find - is my fault. -'Cyclopean Arches'. In the year 3542, an advance exploration party finds some interesting ruins. (Nov 2020. 'Underground Tales' (again): King's Cross.)

Shades Of Me is a collection of all my poems. I have never shared my writing with anyone, so I don't know if it's good or not. Also, the whole purpose of this is to get feedback, so PLEASE give me some! I'd love to hear anything you have to say.

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. ___________________________________________ They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a retry at my earlier and first collection. A retry at many things, many wars inside myself. The days have been hard. The days weren't ever hard before I feel, when I have to talk myself through every single smile and "happy" meal. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars... a thousand deaths and a thousand times of trying again. I hope you give my poetry a try! ____________________________________________ The days have been wars lately, quite the time to die. The battles have left invisible scars, hurts me, as away I fly. The people are too happy these days, too much for me to survive a short hello, and a shorter goodbye. _____________________________________________ The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history. -From The Old Widow Memories have left lesions in their stead. -From Bane How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread? -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________

I take request! More infos on the first chapter :) (VERSION FRANÇAISE SUR MON COMPTE)