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Elnathan and Creda from opposing houses,awaken a long forgotten bond between shadow magic and fire. As they uncover the school's buried history and confront growing magical threats,they must navigate through house rivalries, forbidden magic, prophecy and the rebirth of an ancient unity once believed too dangerous to exist.

"Some pass by, but she pauses my entire world." _______________________________ She was the one who named him Musa, but Allah was the One guiding that choice. I wasn't meant to find him. And he... wasn't searching for faith. But somewhere between silence and stolen glances, we met - where love wasn't allowed. He didn't belong to my world. And I didn't fit in his. They called him forbidden. I was punished for feeling. In a world where love and destiny collide, her quiet prayers become the heartbeat of his world-two souls bound by faith, tested by trials, and forever changed by the moments they never saw coming. This is not just a love story. It is a story of boundaries, faith, resistance... and a heart that bled quietly in both distance and devotion. It is about a girl who held her prayer beads tighter when the world fell apart. And a boy who found Allah in the reflection of her pain. To the reader: May you feel seen, healed, and protected by His light. Highest Rankings: #1 in muslimlovestory #1 in wattpadfiction #1 in trendingbooks

After her charismatic fiancé trades her in for a socialite, a sharp-witted historical librarian spends one year meticulously orchestrating his ruin-only to discover the man helping her seek revenge has been writing his own script all along.

This book is a collection of thoughts on what it means to live, to feel, and to grow through the quiet and loud moments that shape a person. It explores love, pain, loss, hope, and everything in between, not as a story with a beginning and end, but as fragments of real human experience. These are reflections on life as it is lived, not as it is idealized.

For the Girl I Was is not just a collection of poems - it's a resurrection. These words are stitched together from the fragments of who I used to be: the soft girl who dreamed too loudly, loved too deeply, and broke quietly. Each poem is a conversation I have with her through my pens - a whisper, an apology, a thank you. It's about remembering the pain without letting it define me, and learning that growth doesn't erase the past; it transforms it. This book is a homecoming - for every version of me I once abandoned to survive. And maybe, in these verses, you'll find pieces of the girl you were too.

"He is the man of straight lines. She is the curve that's about to break his compass. " Reyansh suryavanshi is the golden boy of the architecture department. He's precise, he's polished and his 9.8 GPA is as smooth as his architecture models. To Reyansh, life is a calculation. There's a right way to do things and then there's Ananya Sharma way.💋 Ananya is a chaotic storm in baggy jeans. A brilliant yet rebellious student in fine arts wing, she thinks Riyansh's " perfect designs " have as much soul as spreadsheets. She lives for smudge of charcoal on her fingers and thrill of every rule Reyansh makes. The rivalry is legendary between them. From heated debated to " Form vs functions ". To the time when she spilled neon green paint on his white sneakers to him letting sindoor fall on her nose. Let's see how this story goes.....🌹✨

A parent's every wish, is the growth and success of Their child/children. but what if, The child's success or failure is dependent on choices made. 👇 By both Parent and Child. READ TO FIND OUT HOW!

|| Ki darkhaast hai ye , jo aayi raat hai ye Tu meri baahon mein duniya bhula de. || 🪷 A tale where two souls complete each other and heal together , grow together ....✨🤌🏻🫠 Give this book a chance and I promise it won't disappoint instead it will comfort and satisfy the reader in you .

OKANRAN: EARTH SCAVENGERS He was born to die young. Igbayilola never asked to carry the world. He was the invisible one the middle son no one trained, no one feared losing, no one chose. While his father poured everything into his elder brother, Igbayilola was left to study, to wait, to disappear quietly into the background of his own family. Then the running started. 153 years after World War Three scorched seventy percent of the earth, humanity didn't go extinct. It evolved into something worse. Nations now sacrifice their strongest men in a brutal blood sport called the Red Sport; Ijakadi Iku, where champions fight to the death so governments can keep their seats at the table of power. It swallowed his father. It swallowed his brother. And now the artifact his bloodline has protected for thirteen centuries older than nations, older than war has chosen the one nobody expected. Not the warrior. Not the genius. The dying boy. Igbayilola has one impossible task: save a world that never saw him coming. And one brutal truth to face first: Maybe the world deserves to burn. They are not the Earth Scavengers. You are.

★Salutations, my friend(s). I'll give such temporary lines that don't make sense at all, my fellow citizens.★ ๑Be do aware that I, SensitiveLOL, am a HUGE multifandom. Now, now, dear friend. Listen carefully- Clearly, this isn't gonna be a complicated, romantic, stupid story.๑ ᗒI has words to say, and one must spill it all out from thy mouth. Please be careful to not be offended or fooled by this slow story.ᗕ "Born brilliant, born bad, and a little bit mad." - Cruella ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

"if you my bitch then be my bitch and don't you turn on me for shit"

創造のなれのはて Souzou no Narenohate Echoes of Creation Humanity survived the end of the world. Barely. Ten thousand years after the Reclamation Age - an era where runaway nanotechnology and nature consumed civilization - the last remnants of humanity live sealed behind enormous walls inside three surviving cities built from the ruins of old Earth. Kyto. The remains of Kyoto. Beyond the walls lies a world reclaimed by forests, forgotten machines, and ancient systems no one fully understands anymore. Most people fear the outside. Ker wants to explore it. A reckless scrapyard kid with a massive wrench and an obsession with the old world, Ker dreams of becoming more than another stagnant citizen trapped behind steel walls. But after entering the academy for Gear Drivers - elite fighters who command advanced autonomous machines through neural Link systems - he and his strange new crew accidentally uncover something impossible: The old world never truly died. Abandoned rail systems still wait beneath the earth. Ancient infrastructure still responds. Forgotten machines are beginning to move again. And somewhere deep beneath the ruins of civilization, something ancient is watching humanity carefully. As Ker and his team continue failing almost every mission they're assigned in increasingly catastrophic ways, they slowly begin reclaiming more than lost technology. They begin reconnecting a broken world. But the farther they push beyond the walls, the more dangerous the truth becomes - because humanity's survival was never meant to be permanent safety. The walls were only supposed to be temporary. COPYRIGHTS ©️ All ideas, characters, names and identities are copyright material. No use of this content in it entirety is to be used in any way without consent of creator,writer,and author (David Chamil Sutton) any likeness to real people or characters is purely coincidence. ©️

Nova Paragon seems to have it all figured out. Coming from a wealthy family and currently getting an education at New York University, she's living every girl's dream; well maybe not every girl because her life seems pretty niche, but still. She's on the track team and has a promising career in architecture. Amongst all the good things going on for her there's one thing that refuses to bend to her will, her love life. Time and time again she has gotten on the wagon of love and fallen off. Will her next quest for love be fruitful or futile?

Being a princess is hard but hiding it from everyone when you weren't born one is harder. Especially when you're running away from your past. Copyright © 2021

Lily Carter spent years believing silence was safer than trust. After trauma, bullying, and losing her brothers in a tragic accident that shattered her family, Lily stopped speaking to the world around her. Living quietly with her hardworking father, she entered Class 12th expecting another lonely year filled with silence, fear, and surviving alone. Instead, she was placed in the loudest class in school - Class 12th Section E - a chaotic classroom of fifteen overprotective boys who slowly turned her world upside down. What started as awkward conversations became late-night comfort, fierce protection, emotional healing, and the kind of friendship that feels like family. Along the way, Lily reconnects with her brothers after years of separation, rebuilds the broken pieces of her family, and finally learns she was never the reason everything fell apart. Between school trips, heartbreak, fights, panic attacks, hospital scares, pranks, first love, and unforgettable memories, Lily slowly discovers something she never thought she would ever have again: A home full of people who choose her. And somewhere in all the chaos of Section E, Noah - the boy who always noticed her fear first - becomes the person her heart trusts most. Class 12th: Forever Our Home is a heartfelt story about healing after trauma, rebuilding family bonds, friendship, growing up, and discovering that sometimes the people who walk into your life unexpectedly become the ones who stay forever.

Welcome to 𝒪𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈, a world of magic where 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 is the greatest currency and 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑕 reigns supreme. In this world dominated by the strongest of fae who dwell beneath the seas, the powerful survive and the powerless get eaten. Meet 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑶𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑉𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑎𝑛-an arrogant, powerful, and egotistical High-Ranked Fae at the ripe old age of 220 years, born to reign. His life is filled with privilege, but all that is turned upside down when he meets 𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑠𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑁𝑎𝑒𝑟𝓎𝓈, a 17-year-old half-human, half-fae with no magical abilities, fighting to survive in this dangerous world. Ocean is infuriated by her very presence, considering eliminating her from existence. Seashell, on her part, can hardly tolerate his presence, stuck in a life where she cannot breathe underwater. Yet, fate has other plans. As their worlds collide, how much longer will Ocean resist the allure of Seashell's "pathetic little existence"? Will he succumb to his obsession, or will Seashell discover a strength of her own that even the prince cannot resist?

"He loved her not to be loved back, but to remind her what love was meant to be." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Aradhya Khanna stopped believing in forever the day her mother walked away. She grew up watching her father hide heartbreak behind gentle smiles, and somewhere along the way, love turned into something she didn't trust anymore. Now a successful interior designer with walls higher than her dreams, she lives her life by one rule-never expect too much from anyone. So when her father asks her to marry Rudransh Malhotra, his best friend's son and her childhood protector, she agrees... not for love, but for him. Rudransh has loved her quietly for years-through her anger, her silence, and the distance she built between them, she's always been the reason behind his patience, and now... his pain. In a marriage that begins out of duty, will love find its way through the cracks of old wounds? Or will Aradhya's fear of losing love again destroy the one person who always chose her-selflessly? Because sometimes, the most selfless love is the one that waits... and heals.

COMPLETED He plays for a billion hearts. But the one heart he cannot protect... might destroy him. Devdutt Padikkal is one of the brightest stars of the India national cricket team a rising cricketer carrying the expectations of an entire nation. To the world he is fearless, focused, and destined for greatness. Until Pallavi walks into his life. A former cricket prodigy who once shared the field with legends like Smriti Mandhana and Harmanpreet Kaur, Pallavi abandoned the sport after her sister Isha's mysterious death shattered her world. Now working as a physiotherapist, she never planned to return to cricket. And she definitely never planned to fall for Dev. What begins as stolen conversations and late-night calls soon turns into something deeper something dangerous. Because as Pallavi starts digging into the truth behind Isha's unsolved murder, disturbing secrets begin to surface. Secrets that lead straight back to Dev. Was Dev unknowingly connected to the tragedy that destroyed her life? Or is someone manipulating the past to tear them apart? While Dev fights to win the ICC Cricket World Cup, Pallavi is fighting another battle entirely one for justice. Rumours explode. Fans turn brutal. The internet begins blaming Pallavi for Dev's performance. And just when their love seems strong enough to survive everything... The truth about Isha finally comes out. A truth that could destroy Dev's career. And break Pallavi's heart forever. But when the world watches Dev run across the field after winning the World Cup, straight toward the woman everyone blamed They don't know the real story behind that moment. The story of love, loss, revenge... and a murder that changed everything.

She was his Noor. Until she became her own. Inaayah is a final-year Pharmacy student at Baze University, Abuja a quiet girl with a gentle heart, a love for Oud oils, and a small business she runs from her hostel room. She's used to being alone. She's learned to guard her heart, to listen to her mother's prayers, and to find comfort in the small things: her plants, her scents, her solo dates at Velvet Corner. Then Tahir messages her. "Good morning, Beautiful." What starts as a simple greeting becomes late-night conversations, unexpected vulnerability, and a connection that slowly pulls her out of her carefully built walls. Tahir Imran Zailani is composed, intentional, and carries a weight she doesn't yet understand. He doesn't push. He waits. And somehow, that makes her want to open up even more. Noor Ala Noor, is a story about the kind of love that doesn't demand to be seen but quietly, gently, finds its way to the light.