Peace Stories

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。.:☆*:･'YOU FEEL LIKE HOME... "She is chaos, He is calm. Together-they feel like home.".｡.:*♡ ●○●○●○●Aarvi Singhania - a rich, arrogant girl with anger issues, emotional scars, and a lonely soul, meets...Vihaan Malhotra - a calm, sunshine-hearted guy with quiet strength.●○●○●○● ♡ Their story begins with dislike, grows with understanding, and ends with healing☆*･ﾟ･*☆ 。.:☆*:･She will learn love doesn't always hurt, and he will learn even storms can be beautiful ♡ ●Let's hop in to their beautiful story...⋆ฺ #Shortstory (/^-^(^ ^*)/ ♡ ~Gleam_tales06

#Book1 of 'Power'. "The peach one!" He signalled at my left hand as I stood infront of the mirror holding two lipsticks. "Like the colour?" I asked, scanning it. "No! It tastes better!" My eyes widened and I looked at him through the mirror, a smirk plastered on his face as he winked at me! ~𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞~ "𝘒𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘦?" I asked as she dabbed the cotton on my wound carefully. "𝘒𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪!" Came her calm reply and I was left speechless as always. ~𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞~ "I don't sit at tables where they raise their voice above mine and You!" I pointed a finger to his face, snarling, "You dare to do it everytime". He smiled, leaning in as he breathed, "My fiesty lioness." I glared back, my voice calm as I hissed, "I dare you call me that!" "And I love dares, Lioness." ~𝐈𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞~ "SHE IS MINE. Get that into your bloody head!" "No one dares to touch what's mine, and you've touched MY MAN. Do you expect me to smile at you? Nah! Darling. I'll make sure that these filthy hands never touch Him again." ~𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬~ When Ahad Qureshi meets Inaya Khan. Tied in an arranged marriage none of them desire as the two CEOs are forced to stay under the same roof. The clash of power. Fire and Ice. The pasts are revealed. Enemies lurking in shadows as the scars resurface. And when the truth is revealed, faces are unmasked. But will the love bloom or cease as a mere ruthless obsession?

Book #1. When the demon hunters Rumi, Zoey and Mira meet the Saja Boys, they also see someone else: someone filming and cheering along with the crowd. Who is this girl? She doesn't look as hypnotized as the fans, but rather... supportive? This girl, (Y/N), is the Saja Boys' manager and the fourth hunter. What a beautifully twisted combination, isn't it? But she isn't just your ordinary hunter. No, her hunter duty doesn't involve hunting demons at all. Her duty lies somewhere else... Despite knowing the Saja Boys are demons, (Y/N) forms connections with each of the Saja Boys. Some connections more... intimate than others. (Y/N) doesn't notice two members falling for her, but there are signs. "I love soda. It's what keeps me going." "You're my soda pop, my little soda pop." "Idol? I don't have an idol." "I'll be your idol." They, just like everyone, are oblivious to her true identity. No one knows a fourth demon exists, not even the hunters themselves. Even among the demons she is just a legend. A rumor. A myth. No one knows the entire honmoon is powered by her, and no one knows that when she sings, not even Gwi-Ma can shut her out. She's powerful and she knows it, but something is holding her back. While (Y/N) is still trying to find ways to set the demons free from her father's cruel grasp, she finds many difficulties along the way. Jinu isn't who he claims to be. And her past lies so much deeper than any of the Saja Boys could imagine. (Y/N), born from Gwi-Ma's shadow and thus his daughter, turned her back on the darkness a long time ago. How can a hunter be the demon king's daughter? How will she find Gwi-Ma's long lost son, thus her brother and free him from his suffering? And how can she, a simple manager and hunter no one knows exists, be the one to save the world? Yes, the entire world as she knows it lies on her shoulders. Is (Y/N) destined to safe the world? Or was she made to destroy it? ~~~~~~~~~~~ No smut. There's a love triangle.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 #01 || "When chaos rises, the chosen will either fall... or ascend." Sol had never thought she would be plunged into the world of Greek deities, monsters, and magic. Drawn by questions she can no longer ignore, she enters Elysium Academy, a place hidden from mortal eyes. To discover the true purpose of her existence, she must adjust to her new school, where every lesson reveals more than what she is ready to face. What began as a search for her origins soon turned into something far greater. Now, as chaos edges closer, Sol and her newfound family, the Elysians, must choose: surrender to the storm... or rise as it. This is only the beginning of their legacy. This story is written in Taglish. Cover by: ladysyche Started: 07/13/23 Ended: 01/13/26

"Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. So he began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there, each one spent simply listening to this. When he finally closed the mushaf, he looked over at her with eyes so gentle "You look like your heart is somewhere else," he teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ~ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came when he asked for her hand the way a believer should- it wasn't her heart that said yes. It was her sabr. She said yes, Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. Their marriage wasn't fireworks. It was healing in silence. He asked with intention. She answered with trust. And together they built a sanctuary with their Lord at the center. Where Qur'an echoed louder than the world outside. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. Of a girl who thought she was too broken to be loved, and a boy who believed healing begins at marriage. #1 halallove #1 brokensoul #1 niqabi ~

"Mujhse aapne aap ko baandhne se pehle itna sochlo, iss rishte mai sab hoga lekin mohabbat nahi". His voice was sharp. She looked up at him and his eyes softened. The anger vanished in thin air just by a look. "Theek hai". She said and he turned his back towards her. His replaced bride. She fell first, he fell harder. Eldest son x Only daughter Eldest grandson x Eldest granddaughter ___________________________________________ "Mai yeh shaadi ko kabhi nahi maanunga. Yeh baat hum dono ke alawa kisi ko bhi nahi pata chalni chahiye. KISI. KO. BHI. NAHI". He said and her heart started beating loudly "ANSWER ME". He punched the steering wheel startling her. She jumped in her seat and nodded. His forced bride. She dreamt of love, he lived it. Youngest son x Only daughter Youngest grandson x Youngest granddaughter #281 in care

This is my first story. so please show ur love to this story and this story is totally fictional ''No ...no i am not going to marry her, why should i marry when i said that i don't want to.'' 'u have to marry her' ''But why? can't u understand what i am saying or are u crazy or what.'' ''okay as your wish,then u will not be able to see the tomorrow's sun.'' ''Wth!!! atleast tell me why u all want me to marry her.come on! tell me the reason.'' ''first your marriage will be done'' ''No i am not going too''. 'okay,then see what will happen to that girl.' will their marriage happen or not? and if yes then will they give chance to it. If they both are tied in a sacred bond what will they both do, will they accept each other? or they will never try to understand each other? Would he accept her and will she will accept him? what will happen next in their lives? English is not my first language so please ignore mistakes.

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A collection of poems wandering through a few wonders in art and nature.

If you are searching for meaning, stillness, or a sense of home within yourself, this collection is for you. Each chapter is a reflection on awareness, faith, nature, and the human experience. Together, they form a journey - not toward answers, but toward understanding. These words are meant to be read slowly, returned to often, and felt rather than explained. This is a reminder that you are not behind, not broken, and not alone.

In this story there are 2 cats ash and Ming Ming and some others.But the had had a battle.Which will win?Will they make peace?Read the book to find out ฅ≽(•⩊ •マ≼

This is my first story on Wattpad. Let say it's a trial story.

Everyone thinks they know Meera - the extrovert kind of girl but reserved, telling the world she is an open book. But behind her eyes lies a kind of storm fear and rage that no one sees. And when love, friendship, betrayal collides, will she finally let someone she her inner self or let herself shatter alone.

Pov from indifference with the world & fullness with myself

Poetry for the loved Poetry for the lovers Poetry for the sad Poetry for the healers Poetry for the heartbroken Poetry for the keepers Poetry for the ones who find peace in pen and papers

An Army Brat Love Story) ​"In the Army, we don't just wear the uniform. We wear the expectations of every man who died before us. And falling for you, Simran... that's the biggest betrayal of all." ​THE SOLDIER: Lieutenant Yuvi Singh Rathore is a man of desert sand and cold steel. At twenty-four, he is the rising star of the 17th Rajputana Rifles-a freshly commissioned IMA officer with two brass stars on his shoulders and a legacy of "Scars" that he hides behind a mask of discipline. He lives by the bugle and breathes for the flag. He doesn't have room for a heartbeat that isn't focused on the mission. ​THE BRAT: Simran Singhania is a whirlwind of chaos and coffee-stained textbooks. As a twenty-one-year-old CA Intermediate student, she lives in a world of balance sheets and audits, yet she's suffocated by the rigid walls of the Cantonment. She's the daughter of the most feared Brigadier in the command-a girl who knows every salute but refuses to fall in line.

Her Feelings comes and goes like sunrises. She feels that she fell in love with him With his soul With his energy With his smile With his anger River, Thank you. Because of you im expressing my emotions as poems...🦋🌊🧿

The saga of love, brotherhood and family continues...

Christian Poetry Volume 18