Fragile قصص

VOWS AND SECRETS BOOK I ABHIMANYU KAPOOR He is rude, Cold, Emotionless and Unpredictable. A well settled businessman. He is also set for an arrange marriage after 3 years of continuous rritating insistence from his family. ROSHNI SHRIVAS She is kind, mature, introvert and Soft. She doesn't have a habit of speaking much. She finds a solace in baking. That's her place. She is set for an arrange marriage. Why? Because she doesn't have a choice. He is unbreakable, Emotionless and Cold; She is sweet, Soft and Silent. Both Holds a past. Dark and Painful. Both suffers wounds. Both are in suffering. Two individuals. Completely contrast and an Arrange Marriage. What can go wrong? A lot. Secrets Unravels, Truths disclosed, Past Resurfaced and What remained ahead was pain Fight and Suffering. All of it ends with two conclusion. Either Breaking or Healing. Because Love.... as much it conquers, It ruins. Is beautiful, but also dark, Can heal, but can also tear you Apart.

‎‧₊˚✧ 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐞b ✧˚₊‧ ‎A cute love story. Enjoyyyy

-> taehyung x jungkook " J-jungkook let me go...y-you are drunk" taehyung said while trying to wriggled out from the hard grip of jungkook who was drunk. " I-i won't l-let you marry that bastard" jungkook said while he forcefully planted his lips on taehyung, at which taehyung tried to push jungkook away. ________________________ Jungkook the cold governer of the city, met his childhood love but in a total diffrent circumstances. Where taehyung hate him, but jungkook love his baby tiger too much. [ Storyline is changed / under edit ] ___________ Top- kook Bottom- taehyung

𝙊𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙮- 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙧. "𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩". 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨? 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚- 🤫 (Currently being re-written)

"Why do you keep running from me?" Jungkook asked. His voice was low. Controlled. Dangerous and intimidating. Aera stood frozen, back still to him, the city lights casting shadows on her face. "Because every time you look at me... I forget how to breathe." she said. He took a step closer, slow, deliberate. "Then don't breathe. Just feel." Jungkook said. She turned to face him, her eyes glassy, voice barely a whisper. "You're dangerous, Jm Jungkook." Aera whispered. His smile was sharp. Bitter. Like he already knew. "I've always been dangerous. A loaded gun. A name people whispered in fear. A threat wrapped in silk. But for you? For you, I'd rip my soul in half... just to touch yours." Jungkook said. "I'm not someone people love, Jungkook. I'm too much. Too broken. Unlovable." Aera said. He froze for a second - then crossed the final space between them. "No. You're the most lovable damn thing I've ever known. And I hate the world for making you think otherwise." Jungkook said. She blinked, breath catching. "So run. Scream. Shove me away. But you'll never be unlovable to me. You'll always be... mine." he finished. Taken in by the mafia family who owed her everything, Aera didn't expect to survive - until Jungkook, the cold heir with blood on his hands, started watching her like she was the only thing worth saving. Now, in a world of danger and shadows, he's the only one who sees her scars... and swears no one else will ever cause them Happy Ending ❤️ °This story is totally Frictional and my own ideas. °All Pic taken from Pinterest and credit goes to the original owner of the Pic. ° Do not plagiarize my work. Enjoyyyyyyyyyy 🥰🥰(+18)

The enternal spring you promised to give to the little, smiling boy. It will never leave his memory or heart. It will follow to his grave, through his victory and grace. (y/n) - your name (h/c) - hair color (h/l) - hair length (e/c) - eye color

Reorientation The park was a symphony of dawn. Flocks of birds retreated from the trees like a night shift clocking out while badminton players engaged in spirited games. Elara sat on a weathered bench, her red-rimmed eyes the mark of a brutal breakup. Her gaze landed on a shuttlecock zipping back and forth. Even when struck violently, it performed a graceful mid-air somersault, flipping so the cork head always faced the next hit. It righted itself every time. Mesmerized, Elara saw her own history in that rhythmic flip. "Like the shuttlecock, we are designed to reorient ourselves," she whispered. Stepping into the warm sunlight, she left the shadows behind. The Trap Years later, the room was electric with music. At the center of the party, Elara looked radiant in a white lace dress, slicing a cake with her fiancé, Elias. "I'd finally found him," she thought. Suddenly, the door swung open. The laughter died as tactical police flooded the room. An inspector stepped forward and opened a folder containing photos of three men from her past dating apps. Before she could process it, cold handcuffs snapped shut over her wrists, biting into her delicate white dress. The Mask Slips In a freezing interrogation room, the inspector pushed the photos toward her. "All three are ISIS sympathizers." Elara didn't flinch. Suddenly, her fragile act vanished; her shoulders squared with chilling poise. She snatched the inspector's cigarette, taking a slow pull. "You honestly believe arresting them stops this?" she asked with a razor-sharp smile. Suddenly, she violently swept a food plate off the table, shattering it. Leaning in close, her voice dropped to an icy whisper. "I am the ISIS recruiter. Those men weren't my lovers-they were my colleagues. The 'boyfriends' were a calculated smokescreen. public dates were just high-stakes briefings disguised as lovers' quarrels." She smiled at their panic. "My asset was the ability to manipulate affection. "I chose the 'wrong love.' kill me

Yn blindly trusts her big brother Namjoon, even when he's wrong. She thinks of it as a childhood habit only to realise that nothing much has changed....💜

His love so powerful. Yet she's so fragile...

poetry about my feelings

A girl who played by many. She easily get attached that's why She's always Broken. Will she meet someone who will value her worth as lovely woman? or just like others who take advantage of her fragile heart? Ating subaybayan ang buhay pag-ibig ni Ishiharah Kaye De Gracia.

A frail hand reaches out. (Title from the charm 'Fragile Strength' [Hollow Knight]

Collection of short prose and poetry. Could be enjoyed with a nice glass of merlot or a hot cup of peppermint tea. Enjoy 🖤

So yeah. I am attempting to create some stories that I imagine in my everyday life. Maybe some of the stories were based on my life experiences, some aren't, some may be fiction or fan fiction. I'm just new to this so please bear with me. :) If I ever get a good feed back I might create a ton of stories for you my readers. I hope you enjoy this. ;)

The place where feelings and thoughts are portrayed in the form of writing.

INSPIRATION FOR THE BOOK The downfall of Lucifer is perhaps the most famous and fearsome tale of a being's collapse from the grace of divinity. His excessive pride, megalomania, and insatiable greed led him from the pinnacle of Heaven to the bowels of Hell. His brutal defeat by Heaven's armies left him broken, but not for long. Soon, he realized he had achieved everything he had ever craved-his empire. As time passed, Lucifer's dominion grew faster and stronger than ever before, with Kings and Queens bowing in servitude. The Morningstar, once the most beloved, had descended into eternal abomination. Ignoring the warnings of God's servants, his own narcissism sealed his fate. For all eternity, the beast would fight battles he could never win, no matter how powerful he became. AUTHOR'S NOTE In this book, originally intended to bear the Latin title "Gloria Sublimis, Ruina Profunda" (Sublime Glory, Profound Ruin), I delve into the mistakes of the most influential individual in history, though expressed through my characters. Prepare for dilemmas, heartbreaks, and unexpected twists that may leave even the most resilient reader shaken. As you read, take time to reflect on the unfolding events. Analyze the situations, the characters, their motivations, and the potential consequences of their actions. Challenge your psychological perception and ask yourself: Is the villain truly evil, and if so, how evil? Can he be redeemed? If redemption is possible, who could redeem him-and why? Consider, too, the protagonists. Are they here to save us or deceive us? Is the system they represent for us or against us? Could it be that we are all destined to be deceived by those we trust most? This story invites you to question not just the characters, but the very nature of power, justice, and redemption. Cover credit: MagicStudio AI.

"I just... UGH! I don't want to be looked at with pity. I hate it, you wouldn't understand. You don't get it. I didn't use to be like this. I used to be fun and cheery and there wasn't a single thing in the world that wouldn't make me smile and laugh. But eventually our world crumbles. And reality sets in. I learned what the world was really like. There was no more 'Cameronlandia' where everything was perfect. You don't get it. I'm surrounded in darkness and anger and pity and it sucks. Life sucks." Meet Cameron Smith the girl with many personalities than people know what to do with. She is a girl you don't want as an enemy. Because she comes from "the wrong side of town". Meet Hunter Hansman the badboy of Rockmoore High. This is the guy who every girl wants and every guy wants to be. This is the guy who has money, respect, and power. When the house that Cameron's staying at burns down Mr. Hansman pays to have a new one built. Being a high school friend with her parents he tells them to stay with him at his house. Hunter doesn't want anything to do with Cameron at first because of her reputati. When he realizes that she's just a scared girl who lost a lot of family in different ways he tries to break down her walls. With many failed attempts he almost gives up. But as much as Cameron hates to admit it she realizes that she needs him, just like he needs her. Will her walls break down enough to see the fragile girl inside, or is it to late for her.

18 year old. Feeble. Attractive. Vulnerable. Everything she must not be. Hello peeps. Naina here. Struggles of a normal 18 yr old child is all i write. Might sound pessimistic but thats what it is.