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Some houses don't echo footsteps. They echo one voice. The House That Only Echoes Me is a psychological memoir based on true events, told through short, vivid scenes from childhood, adolescence, and adult life, each shaped by the lasting influence of a controlling mother with narcissistic traits. The same moments return from different angles: what the child lived, what the parent needed to believe, and what the adult finally understands after years of doubt and self-correction. The book traces the quiet mechanics of psychological domination, including gaslighting, shame, fear, and the slow erosion of self-trust, before turning to what it takes to reclaim a mind trained to doubt itself.

Time. An easy word for a complex concept. Even magic has it's limits, and time waits for no one. They say history is set in stone, but what happens if the past and future become one?

Rayansh Malhotra learned early that silence could hurt. At home, it was sharp, heavy, and unforgiving. In a quiet garden, he meets a stranger who doesn't raise her voice, doesn't ask questions he isn't ready to answer, and doesn't make him feel small. Shreya Singhania was raised in power, not peace. Known to the world as a mafia princess, she understands danger-but not the kind that hides behind closed doors and quiet apologies. What begins as shared silence slowly turns into safety. What grows is not loud love, but the kind that stays. This is a story of a gentle man, a protective woman, and the slow, careful healing that changes everything.

reality begins to fracture, she's forced to confront a terrifying question; are the voices a sign that her mind is breaking - or have they been waiting for her to listen all along? Trapped between paranoia and truth, she must decide whether silence will save her... or doom her.

He felt his nerves racing as he stood in front of the house, watching the light spilling out through the first-floor window. It was late and the road was deserted if not for him and a few moths flying around the streetlamp. He's been standing there for a while clutching the spare key in his hands as the hesitation concocted from many emotions held him back from going in. Steeling his nerves, he opened the gate and walked towards the front door with steps falling behind his quickening heartbeat. The living room was quiet. He glanced around settling his racing heart with deep breaths. He left a note on the table before walking towards the stairs with a small smile trying to tug the right corner of his lips. The room's door wasn't locked, and he walked in without knocking. The lights were on but there was no one around. He opened the window and looked out to where he was standing before. The coat he left on the back of the chair slid down to the floor as he sat down on the bed with a sigh, waiting for the owner of the house. #1 Admiration 16/01/26 #3 Bartender 14/01/26

Stay tuned to know the epic saga of love , hatred,and betrayal.Why the trust was shaken within the loved ones,why the betrayal took the place of love and trust.Will they conquer their fate - that demands sacrifice and consumes devotion like fire.Stay connected with the story to know their further destiny......

Part 1 of the "LOVE'S GAME" series. ANAYESHA was a simple girl, an average student, good at sports and had been liking the same guy for 5 whole years but never had the guts to confess. But when she had gained all the courage the love of her life randomly disappeared. He was the only escape for her from all the family problems she had, now that he wasn't here she made the decisions she could never have. KARTIK was the school's popular boy and every girl's crush, a topper, good at sports and never showed any interest in girls until he met that one girl who would make his heart beat rise, cheeks fluster and words stutter. But what had him break the heart of the same girl by leaving unexpectedly. What happens when both their world's collide again? Would the love take over or the hate break them again? Read the book to know more. I HAVE NO RIGHTS OVER THE IMAGES USED IN THIS STORY, CREDITS TO THE RESPECTFUL OWNERS.

Beatrice is a five-chapter reflective monologue tracing the quiet devastation of a childhood shaped by control, silence, and emotional neglect. Born into hope and named for happiness, Beatrice grows up navigating parental conflict, rigid expectations, and the slow erosion of selfhood. What begins as a story of family migration and sacrifice becomes an intimate study of endurance, of a girl who learns to disappear in order to survive. As the narrative moves through childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood, it resists the language of redemption. There is no singular villain, no dramatic escape, and no neat reconciliation. Instead, the story dwells in the aftermath: dependency that lingers, anger that coexists with gratitude, and a present shaped by wounds that have not yet healed. Beatrice is not a story about overcoming trauma, but about living honestly within it.

𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐀 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱× 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓪 (≧◡≦)(❥‿❥) Book Name Own by me do not copy🙏

"Black Harrington" - uşaqlığını sevgisiz və sərt bir ailədə keçirən bir gəncin öz kimliyini və azadlığını axtarma hekayəsidir. Keçmişin izləri, etibar, sevgi və xəyanət arasında qalan Black, həyatın onu sürüklədiyi çətin seçimlərlə üzləşməli olur. Bu film, insanın haradan gəldiyindən çox, kim olmağı seçdiyi haqqındadır.

my version of Kundali bhagya because the writers are starting to piss me off. I don't own any of the characters and this is just my imagination. THIS IS HIGHLY SHAURYA CENTRIC SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE HIM, I DON'T THINK WE CAN BE FRIENDS. ships: Shaurya and Palki Rajveer and Shanaya Preeta and Karan

When a girl who was just a shadow of her elder sister got cheated on by everyone she trusted the most. Ended up in an arranged marriage to a guy who was cold and didn't believed in love One day she found out about his first love the secret he hid from her Was she really just a substitute for him?? Or did she really mattered?? Was it love?? Or just an act?? To learn more join this journey..... Your author Swarnam

This is a short, off of the Black brothers and they're family trauma, based on the song family line by Conan Grey. TW talk about childhood abuse. No detail. Very very depressing. I'm sorry. Just read it anyway. Credits to JKR for the characters Credits to Conan Grey for the song lyrics

Not all kisses heal. Some teach you how to survive.

Sher shines at school like a boy made of sunlight, adored by everyone, untouchably perfect. But beneath that brightness lies a life stitched together with lies, bruises, and secrets he can't afford to reveal. Danish is the quiet shadow in the back of the classroom, invisible to everyone but Sher. Because Danish watches him with an obsession sharpened over years, an obsession that follows Sher even into the illegal underground ring where he fights for survival. Sher never notices the masked cameraman who films every fall, every bruise, every moment he breaks. Not until the night he loses everything. And Danish decides to take what he has always quietly loved. What begins in a locked basement grows into a dark, intimate romance where captivity blurs into comfort, secrets unravel, obsessions deepen, and the boy of light finds himself falling for the shadow that finally, dangerously, refuses to let him go.

"She fell first... and he never did. But what if... he just forgot how?" Aaria was the forgotten middle child - needed only when it was convenient. Her life was stitched with silence, shadows, and a smile she wore like armor. Only her older brother saw through it... until he became the only one left. Reyansh was different - surrounded by love but haunted by loss. One accident took everything. He chose loneliness. ' Until she returned... not as someone he remembered, but as someone who made him feel again. They were childhood best friends, torn apart by time and trauma. She forgot him. He remembered her. And yet - she fell all over again, quietly. He teased her, she laughed. He went silent, she ached. He looked away, she stared longer. And when fate tried to separate them again - she remembered. He denied. She loved. He broke. ✒️ A slow burn. A silent scream. A love never seen. ❗ Tragic twists | Emotional trauma | Found again, lost again 💌 If this story hurts - it's meant to.

"𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵.. 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥." When seventeen-year-old Alex moves into her dad's new house after her parents' bitter divorce, the last thing she expects is to fall into the orbit of Chase -the quiet, grumpy boy, her deskmate, with shadows in his eyes and a wall built high around his heart. They're total opposites. She wants peace, he pushes people away. She's trying to start over, he's trying not to feel. But fate has a funny way of tangling lives together. One breakdown, one late-night conversation, one mistake-and suddenly, nothing feels simple anymore. As secrets unravel and hearts collide, Alex and Chase will have to face one question neither of them are ready for: 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹... 𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗲?

A man named Edgar confronts the dark and haunting memories of his birth and childhood, reliving the pain, despair, and hatred of his mother, Gloria, and the twisted presence of his father. As he journeys back to the black barn of his past, the boundaries between reality and nightmare blur. The world transforms around him, reflecting the raw anguish, fear, and love intertwined in his family's history. Ultimately, Edgar faces the culmination of generational trauma, bearing a child who embodies the end of human suffering and the weight of inherited hatred.

Book two to the Among Us Trilogy COMPLETED Kodi hasn't seen her father since he left on a supply mission what feels like forever ago. She's long since accepted that he died. But with his sudden reappearance in her life, and the surprises that he brings, she's forced to reevaluate what family means. WARNING strong language triggering scenes some fucked up shit