Mylife Stories

so guys this is my third book "He is the school's brightest star. I'm just the girl hiding behind an open locker door."To the rest of Oakwood High, Ethan is untouchable, popular, and always out of reach. To Aria, he's just the boy who stands next to her every morning at 7:45 AM, smelling of rain and expensive cologne. Aria has spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible. But when Ethan starts leaving anonymous, hand-written notes inside the vents of her locker, her quiet world is turned upside down.A story about hidden notes, accidental glances, and the courage it takes to be seen.

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چیڕۆکێکی کوردییە🇹🇯

{𝐈 𝐓 𝐂 𝐎 𝐍 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐔 𝐄 𝐒} کاتێک بۆم دەرکەوت ئەو پیاوەیی هاوسەرگیری لەگەڵ دەکەم هەمان ئەو پیاوەیە کە بەمناڵی هەستم بۆیی هەبوو هەرگیز نەم توانی ڕەتی بکەمەوە.. ، بەڵام ئەو پیاوێکی ساڕدە هەر وەکوو مانگی دیسەمبەر. ، پرساریی لێ کرد کاتێک وتی..، تەمەنت چەندە بچکۆلە لە وەڵامدا تەنها نۆ پەنجەیی بەرز کرد من هیچم نەکردووە تەنها خۆشم ویستوویی پیاوەکەم جـیـۆن جـۆنگکـووک لیـی مـاریـنـا End:???

This is going to be a book filled with thoughts I have. Some pages may be poem-like. Others might be short stories, or simply just my thoughts on a page, written and raw.

When we find our soulmate, we expect similarity, yet discover contrast. Vedant X Tara One is resolute, astute, and unyielding; the other, serene, graceful, and innocent. Fate entwines their lives, presenting unforeseen complexities-an unborn child he coldly dismisses as a mistake, while she embraces it with silent strength. Abhiraj x Niyati One stands in contrast-he is short-tempered and subtly manipulative, while she is naive, silent, and timid. Yet destiny binds them together, not for love, but to shield her from humiliation, as society brands her existence as a sin unworthy of even a passing glance. Ekash x Shreya He is gentle, diligent, and astute, while she is captivating, poised, and quietly confident. Fate conspires to bind them together, not out of love, but to shield her from his formidable enemies, weaving a bond born of protection and unforeseen destiny. Reyaan x Maya He is narcissistic, obsessive, cunning, yet impulsive; she is bold, with a sharp and analytical mind. Fate did not bind them-he did. Driven by a need for dominance, he seeks to control and possess her in every possible way, whereas she strives to escape his grasp, desperate to reclaim her freedom. Samar x Ziya Samar is composed, reserved, and quietly benevolent, whereas Ziya is vivacious, talkative, and radiates endless laughter. Fate entwines their lives, urging him to become her protector-and somewhere along the way, his guarded heart begins to soften for her. Ivaan x Vitti Ivaan and Vitti are complete opposites-he is a carefree, rebellious, and thrill-seeking biker, while she is talkative, sharp-witted, and fiercely self-reliant, a true topper. They begin as rivals, constantly at odds, yet fate has other plans-quietly turning their rivalry into a secret, unspoken love. Let's dive into my story......

idk what's happens in the future since I live in present let's see, is it kismet? or coincidences ? or can I change it??

------------------ Her POV'S ----------------------- I looked at him through tear-filled eyes as my baby boy cried loudly in my lap. I was sitting on the bed while he remained occupied with his laptop. He sat directly opposite me on a chair placed in the corner of the room. "Ise chup karao," he shouted, making me flinch. "W-Woh chup nahi ho raha," I stammered, gently rocking the baby in my arms. "Toh chup karao!" he yelled again as he grabbed his laptop. With a sharp movement, he pulled open the door and stormed out of the room. My eyes remained fixed on the door. Despite everything, a small part of me hoped he would return and ask why our son was crying so much. But he didn't. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled my baby closer and covered him with my pallu. Then I began feeding him. Gradually, his cries faded away. His tiny stomach filled with milk, and his heavy, uneven breaths slowly settled into a peaceful rhythm. Looking down at his innocent face, I gently wiped away the tears lingering in my eyes.. #TraumaAndHeal #RealAndReel #LoveAndHate #PureAndImpure #ManAndWoman #HunterAndPrey ------------------------------------------------------

What if a book felt like a rainy morning? Rainy Days and Coffee is a cozy collection of poems, thoughts, and little pieces of life. It's for the people who love the sound of rain, warm cups of coffee, and quiet emotions they can't always explain. Some pieces are stories. Some are feelings. Some are secrets. But all of them are meant for you to read when the world feels a little too loud..

between dreams and reality

Haijah is a problem, and it's one you do not want. A smart, sassy beautiful girl growing up in the ugliest parts of Philly. At a young age, she's been exposed. From having to raise her younger siblings, being abandoned, sex, money, drugs and addictions. Most people couldn't walk in these shoes.

A girl can hear people's hidden feelings under moonlight She secretly hears the thoughts of the boy she love but his heart belongs to someone else This story is written with a mix of fiction and personal experiences Please forgive me if there are any mistakes.

I am going to tell you guys every day (I try to) what happend in my life, kinda like a blog or just my internet diaries

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓪𝓭 : 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ये जो मुश्किल से दिल को, सलामत रखा इसमें आने दो क्या तुझको टूट जाएगा दिल, फिर ना जुड़ पाएगा इस बात का डर है मुझको 💫🌷𝓜𝓪𝓭𝓱𝓾𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓪'𝓢 𝓟𝓸𝓿 🌷💫 Everything feels shattered in a single moment, as if my past has come alive and dragged me back into it. I never thought I would ever see him again. Every time something even remotely related to him appears in front of me, a cold shiver runs through my body. How am I supposed to forget the one who ruined a part of my teenage life, leaving me fearful, fragile, and broken in ways I never showed the world? "उसने मुझे बर्बाद कर दिया..." And now... I am sitting here as a bride. In heavy silence. In a room full of eyes. And beside me sits the same man-my future groom. I never wanted him. Not in my dreams, not in my prayers, not even in my fate. Because to me, he was never love... he was my bully, my fear, my nightmare that never truly ended. Sometimes some people come in your life not make you special but make you feel that you are not less than curse. How I supposed to live with him under same roof? ****

A story i regretted and carry with me till now. A story about me and E.

just a collection of random thoughts feelings and emotions ✨✍️📝📜

Бурхан өөрийгөө байгааг хүмүүст мэдрүүлэхийг хүссэндээ л зовлонг бүтээж, төгс төгөлдөр гэх нэрийг оргүй хоосон болгосон гэдэг. Хүмүүний амьдралд эхний даваа болсон гэр бүл гэгч төгс заяадаггүй нь бурханы бас нэгэн бэлэг гэлтэй. © Purplsky.

This is a fictional story based on my family's and my personal experiences of moving to the United States from Mexico where I learned the hard truths of family, culture and life.

just random things from my Life tex storys,Fun facts,things about me and more★ೄྀ༄

Between Goodbye and Nothing It started with a message I didn't expect to change everything. After that, there were no more conversations, just silence where something used to be. I kept checking my phone even when I already knew there was nothing to read. Days went on, but my mind stayed stuck in the same place, replaying the last words over and over, as if maybe I'd understand them differently if I thought about them long enough. This is the space between goodbye and nothing, the part where someone is already gone but still feels everywhere. In habits. In memories. In the way certain moments suddenly feel too loud when everything else is quiet. It's not really about the ending. It's about what happens when you're still living in it.