Awareness Stories

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ─────୨ৎ───── 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 feels invisible. As the daughter of the Royal Academy's football coach, everyone assumes they know her, but no one truly does. Beneath her fake exterior lies a girl drowning in secrets, desperate for someone to see past the facade. Then 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 '𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄' 𝐎'𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 the academy's new star footballer, steps into her life and starts to notice the cracks in her armour. Connie has his own struggles. With a father who's relentlessly pushing him to become a football star, he's constantly fighting to meet expectations he isn't sure he can fulfill. The last thing he expects and needs is to find himself distracted and drawn to a certain curly haired blonde. ─────୨ৎ───── When I park in front of her house, I speak up before she can say goodbye. "I know you're going through something." The words come out rougher than I intend. "You try to hide it, but I see right through you, Carmen Castro." "Aaron..." Her eyes drop to her hands, her fingers twisting together. "You don't have to tell me anything. But I need you to know that I'm here for you. Whenever you need me. Okay? You can text me, call me, whatever. I'll drop everything." Her eyes flicker up to meet mine. She looks... scared. Not of me. But of something else. "Please?" I add, my voice breaking. I was never one to beg but ever since meeting Carmen, I've been a fucking beggar. She swallows hard and nods her head slowly. "Okay." Then, gives me a weak smile before slipping out of the car. [ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ] #1 mental health #1 addiction #1 awareness #1 academy #1 teen love #1 drugs #1 football #1 sad #1 rehab #2 healing #3 sportsromance

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Trent Razon, the only son of the country's Vice President, was admitted to a not so ordinary psychiatric facility to avoid prison after a crime that shattered his reputation, forced to admit he's experiencing mental health problems. There, behind sterile walls and loud halls, he meets Yron Seares, a patient burdened by a haunting past and a mind that won't let him rest. cover photo illustrated by: Aeris Wp

"Come here," he said. I blankly shook my head. "Why?" "Because I'm your man." "You are," he says simply. "Since I met you, you're all I think about. I'm fucking smitten." In the quiet, secretive town of Mystic Falls, Virginia, Rhiannon Marsden was never meant to be at the center of anything. After a traumatic event forced her to leave her hometown, Rhiannon moves in with her grandmother, carrying more than just the weight of her past. Deaf and fiercely self-reliant, she has learned to navigate the world on her own terms-choosing when to listen, when to speak, and when to shut the noise out entirely. But Mystic Falls is anything but quiet. As she grows close to the supernatural inner circle-Elena, Bonnie, and the others-Rhiannon is slowly pulled into a world of vampires, witches, and ancient secrets she was never meant to uncover. Unlike the others, she doesn't rely on instinct or supernatural strength to survive-only observation, intuition, and an unshakable sense of control. It's that quiet resilience that catches the attention of Elijah Mikaelson-an Original vampire who, for reasons even he doesn't fully understand, chooses to trust her first. And where Elijah is measured and honorable, Kol Mikaelson is unpredictable and dangerous-yet equally drawn to her in ways that threaten to unravel them both. As Rhiannon's relationships with the Mikaelsons deepen, her presence begins to shift the course of events in subtle but irreversible ways. Loyalties blur. Outcomes change. And the fragile balance between survival and destruction begins to tilt. Caught between the silence she controls and the chaos she cannot, Rhiannon must decide who she is in a world that refuses to stay quiet-and whether trust is worth the risk of being heard.

No matter how perfect things turn . First love is....different, the innocence, the spark, the care, the mistakes. It can't be recreated again Its true, first love sparks hit different but it doesn't mean second chance doesn't worth it..... Might the innocence, the spark won't be same. But other ? Things like 'maturity', 'understanding', 'trust' will create something deep and different. Something beautiful So join this journey . Where first love get chance to be second This story is of NAYAN MALHOTRA and TARA SINGHANIYA Nayantara✨️ But there is a surprise ... its not just a love story

𝗕𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦 .ᐟ

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(Summary to be written...) All characters in the show are property of Warner Bros. and/or DC Comics. OC is mine. "Hope's Will" is thanks to @K-ManGriffin

Read the title. But basically this includes simple things like crying to more complex things like toxic relationships (not necessarily romantic, relationships in general)

Camile Thorne lived a simple life in Portland, Oregon. Her family consisted of her two insufferable brothers, two loving parents, and an overbearing yet endlessly caring grandmother. At seven years old, life felt perfect. She had decent grades, a best friend who shared her lunch every day, and was surrounded by a family that loved her endlessly. There were countless blessings woven into her childhood, though at that age, however, too young to realize it. Of all the people in her life, her grandmother held the most special place in her heart. Behind her grandmother's house stretched a garden overflowing with flowers of every shape, size, and color. To most people, it was simply a garden. To Camile, it was a world of its own. Her grandmother would guide her through rows of roses, daisies, lilies, and lavender, teaching her that no flower was ever truly the same as another. Overtime, Camile learned more than how to plant seeds and care for flowers. Hidden within each lesson was a piece of wisdom about life itself. To everyone else, they were only 'planting flowers'. To Camile, they were conversations in a language only she and her grandmother understood. When Camile was sixteen, everything changed. Her grandmother passed away, leaving behind an empty chair on their front porch. The loss hurt more than Camile could describe, but she remembered what her grandmother had taught her. Flowers wilted. Seasons changed. Life moved forward. So instead of dwelling on the moments they would never share, Camile chose to cherish the ones they had. She continued tending the garden, carrying her grandmother's love for flowers with her wherever she went. But just as she began finding her footing again, her parents announced they were moving. Los Angeles, California. As she stared at the garden one last time, she couldn't help but wonder whether she was leaving behind more than just her home. And whether some flowers were destined to bloom again or wilt forever.

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Amira Sharpe is a girl with fingers practically stained with ink and a heart too big for the superficial world around her. She survives the crowded hallways of Westbridge High by burying herself in library stacks, her bag overflowing with good rom-coms and messy notebooks. A hopeless romantic in the purest, most dangerous sense of the phrase, Amira believes love should mean something. She believes in yearning glances, accidental hand touches, the kind of confessions that leave your chest aching for days afterward. To her, romance is an art form- and most people are doing it wrong. Especially boys like Kieran Seth. See, Kieran is the absolute antithesis of a fairytale hero or the male lead in a beautiful romance. He doesn't do grand gestures, he doesn't have a brooding, poetic soul, and he certainly doesn't fit into any of her favorite fictional tropes. Quite the contrary, he makes fun of that 'mushy-feely stuff'. He doesn't believe in love, let alone see the point of it. And worst of all, he acts like people who do believe in love are simply naïve- like Amira herself. Now, that is practically an insult to anyone with a heart. In other words: he is the absolute opposite of everything Amira has ever wanted. Which is exactly why he should have been irrelevant to her story. But what happens when senior year comes along and Amira's counting down the days until she gets out of Westbridge High forever, only to be met with the biggest project of the year, and the only person in the world she'd stab twice in the chest tied to her for it?

Awareness Remembering Itself is a collection of spiritual and philosophical reflections on consciousness, energy, connection, and the mystery of existence. Through personal experience, intuition, curiosity, and deep inner observation, Marissa Hart explores what it means to be aware, to feel deeply, and to question the nature of reality. These writings move through ideas of the universe experiencing itself, the soul within the body, emotional sensitivity, healing, artificial intelligence, perception, and the unseen connections that shape human experience. I have a deep passion for Metaphysics and understanding the universe. This book is not meant to give final answers. It is an opening. A record of questioning, remembering, feeling, and exploring the possibility that awareness is far larger than the physical world we are taught to accept.

Verses from the Soul is a deeply personal collection of poetry that gives voice to the often silent battles with mental illness. Through hauntingly honest verses and tender reflections, this book captures the weight of anxiety, depression, and inner turmoil, but also the resilience, self-discovery, and hope that flickers within the darkness. These poems are not just confessions; they are connections, for anyone who's ever felt lost, overwhelmed, or unseen. This is a space where pain is honored, healing is explored, and every line is a step toward understanding the soul beneath the struggle.

This shows Jess' series of notes to her... tormentor. I mean bully. But who knows the difference anymore? Dylan, the bully, also includes his notes as well. They both show their hidden struggles behind closed doors. (None of this is happening to me. However, I am writing about bullying to bring awareness to this issue. It isn't okay and it needs to stop.) #stopthebullies

What if a dream wasn't just a dream? Imagine a world without the chaos, the stress, or the constant noise. A place where you could just breathe. Most people go through life on autopilot, repeating the same routine every single day. But one morning, everything changed. I woke up seeing the world with total clarity-and I realized I wanted to be part of the percentage that actually makes a difference. Then came the questions. If we all come from our parents, who created the very first of us? The answer goes back to a memory from 2018. A blinding light outside my window, brighter than the sun, with a voice that knew everything about me and the universe. It felt like a parent. It felt like the truth. I thought it was just a crazy dream, until I walked into the kitchen and saw my grandparent reading an ancient book. When they explained who the Creator truly was, my blood ran cold. I looked out the window at the sun, then down at the pages. My grandparent was reading about the exact thing I had seen.

If you were in a world full of spells and superhuman abilities and you're one of the only without them, what would you do? You'd prove your worth, duh. Veronica Grace is considered your average teenage girl Music lover Hair dyes Goal setter Dream chaser Athletic as well Aside from that, she tends to be reckless and chaotic. Fear tends to not be something she feels. After starting her first year of Nocturne Academy, things started to get INSANE. Enemy who might not be an enemy New friends New conflict New band And now, a case of a missing person

TW‼️ SA, sh, blood, somewhat gross bodily fluids, violence, weapons, teen pregnancy, cussing,+ just my headcanons (trans FTM + autistic Katsuki, other lgbtq+ characters and ships) This is a fanfic where during his second year Katsuki Bakugou is assaulted while unconscious. It shows his process and journey of coping and healing and uncovering some mysteries. This will not be accurate for everyone's experiences and will obviously have very fictional aspects with MHA's quirky world, but I will try to make it realistic as I have my own experiences. This is not to romanticize, but bring awareness or recognition and for me to personally cope when seeing stories with things I've experienced. You are not alone 🫶

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