Literatur Stories

𝑾𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. Parthvi never chose this for herself but she became the price for a crime she never committed. Rana Rudra Adhiraj Raisinghania is cold, powerful but and broken by the past and wants only one thing, payback. He is meant to be her punishment and she is meant to pay. But when does anything go according to your plan when god has one of his own and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight inside ourselves. But they are not fighting a battle, they carry the whole damn war inside themselves.

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ ✧ [ W. Shakespeare ] ────୨ৎ──── Juliet Nolan is a young woman trying to survive Welton Academy after a difficult past. Her grandfather, the school's principal, gave her strict and clear rules to follow, but in a place where a single mistake costs everything, what would happen if she broke them? ────୨ৎ──── [ a Dead Poets Society fanfiction ] [ Charlie Dalton x fem!oc ] [ third person pov ]

"You know... We really are a fine line, you and I." "How so?" he asks softly. I shrug, staring at where our hands almost meet. "Because... we exist in all the spaces in between. There's a fine line between us being friends and being lovers, and a thin, terrifying line between us staying together or becoming strangers. There's a fine line between our world and the rest of the public, between the sun and the moon, between accepting the things that hurt us and turning them into something real... there are so many lines we stand between, Harry. But... I think that's what makes us who we are. Because there is no line for me to walk at all, if you aren't on the other side of it." ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ This is the story of two people helping each other grow. For Harry Styles, it's about figuring out who he is after leaving the world's biggest boy band. For Laudine Russell, it's about turning her love for photography into a reality by stepping behind the lens for him. Through music and photographs, they navigate the bittersweet journey of achieving their dreams, together. PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE & TRIGGER WARNINGS.

❝ Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense. ❞ ~ E.E. Cummings. A Dead Poets Society Story. At Welton Academy, rules are scripture, tradition is sacred, and silence is survival. For Frances "Frankie" Whitmore - the first girl quietly enrolled under a forgotten clause - it's a place she was never meant to be. Sharp-tongued and sharper-witted, she walks the halls like a secret waiting to be kept, until a boy with ink-stained fingers and too-loud laughter sees right through her. Charlie Dalton is everything Frankie isn't supposed to want - reckless, radiant, and restless to burn the world down if it means feeling something real. But beneath the mischief and bravado is a boy with too much heart, and Frankie finds herself drawn to him like a line to a sonnet - inevitable, inexplicable, and aching to be read aloud. As they're pulled into the fold of the Dead Poets Society, where poetry is rebellion and love is its own kind of defiance, Frankie and Charlie begin to discover not just each other, but themselves. In the shadow of tragedy and expectation, they will have to choose: to follow the script or rewrite the ending. A story of quiet revolutions, unsent letters, and love that lingers like verse in the margins, O My Love is a tender, lyrical ode to what we risk when we dare to be known.

Shiloh's tightly-wound, highly-scheduled life as an international student is holding on by a thread. That thread snaps the day she accidentally yells at a grad student in a coffee shop, only to discover he's her new Literature professor. Theodore Perez is patient, entirely too perceptive, and suddenly completely unavoidable. When both of them keep running into each other, the academic boundaries between them start to blur into accidental dates, stolen moments, and a chemistry neither can ignore. Shiloh hates having her routine disrupted-but she might just be falling for the disruption.

A genZ textbook-like literary gem. For readers who believe book life should outlive long-suffering therapy sessions.

Back-cover description from the published edition: THE STRANGERS OF SILVER On the surface, this is an adventure and science-fiction novel for younger readers. Beneath that surface lies a moral and philosophical story about collective responsibility. Though modest in length, it contains a large cast of characters and an abundance of events, mysteries, and contrasting elements. Within its pages, readers will find fantasy and reality, horror and wonder, comedy and tragedy, adventure and suspense, vivid portrayals of traditional Iraqi rural life, puzzling secrets and enigmas, as well as the familiar activities, conflicts, and social interactions of a close-knit community. Unlike much contemporary fantasy, the story does not unfold in a parallel world, an undefined land, or an unknown age. The fictional village in which the events take place closely resembles the villages of central and southern Iraq as they existed roughly two centuries ago. One need not journey to another world to encounter astonishing wonders, disturbing evils, or extraordinary adventures. In the author's view, all these things already exist within the human soul itself. It is enough for a person to look inward to discover things stranger and more remarkable than anything that might be imagined in a distant imaginary world. In short, this is a novel that attempts to say much with the fewest and simplest words possible. Young readers may enjoy it as an exciting tale of mystery, adventure, and discovery. Yet they may return to it years later, with greater maturity and experience, and uncover deeper philosophical dimensions hidden between its lines. NAJWAN NAJAH AL-JIDDAH is a contemporary Iraqi philosopher and writer whose published works span literature, philosophy of science, philosophy of history, philosophy of psychology, and other fields of inquiry. Alongside his literary and philosophical work, Al-Jiddah established a proposed physical framework based entirely on Euclidean geometry and named it E

A collection of midnight thoughts, random observations, unanswered questions, and poetic reflections on life, loneliness, memory, hope, and everything in between...

Most people accept that they are superior, yet they lack insight into the reality of scripted humanity. ​Most people are feeding their own illusions. Few are nothing but a tool, and those who are controlled by it will do anything to maintain a narrative. ​The illusion of control is presented, but often the person who seems to be clueless, or lets things go, is a hidden evil. ​ The controlled person knows the game, but never reveals his true hand of cards. People are always driven by a motivator, but the one who isn't, conquers himself.

A space where unspoken opinions and hidden thoughts find their voice. It reminds us that the things left unsaid can be just as powerful as the ones spoken aloud.

A fragmented novel about the body, desire, pentecostalism, shame, tenderness, sexuality, exhaustion, faith, and collapse. Part confession, part case file, part residual memory, the novel follows scenes that refuse to disappear: hospitals, prayers, erotic encounters, family violence, humanitarian journeys, masculinity, dissociation, and the strange persistence of the body after emotional rupture. This is not a story searching for purity or redemption. It is an open archive.

Everyone at Saint Orpheus University agrees on three things: 1. Elias Mercer is dead. 2. Elias Mercer was murdered. 3. Elias Mercer is currently attending lectures. The administration insists this is not a contradiction. Wendy Gazab thought the Evil School of Evil was bad enough. Then she got transferred to a university where death is treated like a paperwork dispute, reality changes by committee vote, and the murder investigation keeps getting revised retroactively. Now Wendy and the dangerously intelligent Francesco are trapped inside an institution that can edit truth faster than detectives can uncover it. Every clue rewrites the crime. Every witness remembers a different version. And somewhere deep beneath Saint Orpheus, something is feeding on consensus itself. Murder mysteries are supposed to end when you find the killer. This one starts there.

Noel Carter never planned on falling for someone like him. He's distant. Arrogant. The kind of boy everyone warns you about. A player. Toxic. Dangerous in ways she doesn't fully understand. On her first day of college, she meets him at his worst - broken, angry, and pushing the world away. She should've stayed out of it. Instead, she stepped closer. The more she tries to hate him, the more she sees the cracks beneath the surface. The hurt. The darkness he hides behind sharp words and cold stares. But loving someone who doesn't know how to love back comes with consequences. Now Noel is caught between healing him... or losing herself in the process. Because sometimes the most dangerous person to fall for is the one who needs you the most. AUTHORS NOTE: i also post this book on royalroads with the username dianaofficial103 and on inkitt with the username divineofficial103

Hadley Elliot's life is not where he expected it to be at seventeen. He feels like his friends no longer understand him, his parents' apathy is getting harder to ignore and his girlfriend, Elodie, just left him for their more popular classmate, Spencer. As Hadley finds himself becoming more and more detached from the people around him, an incident at school lands him in trouble and leaves him in Spencer's bad books. But as he tries to heal from his first heartbreak and find some deeper connection to a world that seems to be moving without him, Hadley decides to find love in the little things and, in the process, begins to form a bond he didn't expect with the boy who stole his girlfriend.

Poems and thoughts, but mostly poems :) ... Most of them are poems I made for besties' birthdays ｡˚.𐙚⭒๋࣭ ⭑˚𔓘｡ꨄ︎｡˚.𐙚⭒๋࣭ ⭑˚𔓘｡ꨄ︎｡˚.𐙚⭒๋࣭ ⭑˚𔓘｡ꨄ︎ LG, 2023

"Vorstadtpoesie" (lit. suburb poetry) is a collection of Wattpad book illustrations, writing blogs and short stories about life itself; primarily in English, partially in German. Ⓒ2025

It's a short story. Dedicated to every rain lover who has ever dreamed of someone falling in love with them while they were lost in the rain. Let's dive into the story of Kratav and Dhara! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ⋆ 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑳𝒊𝒕. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒙 𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 ⋆ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the time I reached, the rain had started properly and my white T-shirt was completely soaked. I stopped the bicycle near the entrance, my breath uneven. And then I saw her. Standing right in the middle of the ground with her head tilted up towards the sky. Her eyes were closed, feeling the rain drops falling on her skin and I couldn't blink. What if she'd disappear? I was fine... until her lips curved into a breathtaking smile, and all the oxygen was knocked out of my lungs. "Dhara." I whispered, breathless. At that moment, nothing else existed. Just her.

The closest you and I can ever be is as friends. Through an app called My Friend, Leeum and Dohyun form an unexpected bond and grow into genuine friends. The rules are simple: Never meet in person. Free from the judgments, expectations, and labels imposed by society, My Friend encourages people to connect through conversation alone. But what if the person who understands you best is someone you've never seen face to face?

Book #3 of 'ek qismat' series Could be read as a standalone The first lesson Shahnawaz Sikandar learned in his life was that he was meant to be alone. Sent in a boarding school in Italy before he could even see his parents' face, he knew he was deeply alone. When he was called back at 6 years old, he received lesser than he expected. What he never expected was the storm Rehunama Shah was. Rehunama, the queen bee of his class, wanted everyone to be her friends and Shahnawaz was no exception. Despite everything, he started believing that maybe there was something good in the world but fate didn't want his happiness. Rehunama Shah also left him, promising to meet again one day. The moment he stopped hoping, she returned back... now, as his wife.

just poems written by me :)