Politics Stories

Novel Rating:10/10 As a Carpenter: Transmigrated into a Peasant Woman and taking care of my sickly husband Author: 吃饱饱好码字 Translator: Li Miaomiao transmigrated into the body of the original heroine - a woman who had been abandoned by her groom on their wedding day, lost her mind, and in a fit of madness married Xiao Xian, a guest who had only come to attend the wedding banquet. . The very next day, the original host made a scene about going back to become the groom's concubine, fell into the river, and died. . The guests all laughed. A cripple with useless legs, handsome as he might be, and so poor his house had nothing but bare walls - even a discarded bride couldn't be kept by such a waste. . Everyone waited for her to wake up and go mad again, tormenting Xiao Xian. . Unexpectedly, she picked up a toolbox and became a little carpenter instead, pampering her gentle, jade-like lame husband as if raising him with tender care. . Li Miaomiao declared that being a carpenter was great - walking through streets and alleys, she might even run into someone who could seal a throat with a single strike of the sword... her husband? . She immediately turned to run, only to be carried back home over someone's shoulder. . After a night of tossing and turning, that certain someone chuckled and asked, "Wife, are my legs better now?"

#1 in politics #1in possessive ══════•❅•════ Rudra pratap singh 28 years old 6'2 height chief minister of Lucknow he has his aura he holds power and authority people bends his head infront of him to show their respect towards him but he fall in love with a simple ordinary girl Mahak Agnihotri 20 years old 5'2 height Blue orbs, pink cheeks, rose pattels lips very innocent cute face she is a shy and introvert.... What will happen when he fall in love with her? What will happen when will she became his obbesstion ? Will she match his standards? Will she accept his love ? _________________________________________ § tu mohbbat h ishq h mera ik ibadat h saath ye tera ~Rudra § saanson ko jeene ka sahara mil gya tu mila to khuda ka sahara mil gya 🤌❤️ - Mahak ----------------------------------------------------------------- Read this story to dive into a perfect soft rom-com story there is love, respect, obbession, passion, bond, family love, sibling love You will feel every emotion in this story♡ ───•~❉᯽❉~•───

Title: Sun and Moon want to assure you that I did not intend to deceive or take credit for someone else's work. My story is inspired by the talented @mahyeee1, and I had clearly mentioned in the description that it was inspired by her book 'MAHR-O MAAH'. When the Sun met the Moon, the world paused to watch the chaos turn into destiny. The auditorium buzzed with energy. Cameras flashed, microphones lined the podium, and banners of "Youth Empowerment Summit 20XX" hung everywhere. Sidarth Singh Rathore - the son of the Chief Minister, future Education Minister, and the most controversial young politician in the state - walked in, flanked by security. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable. He looked like a storm dressed in a suit. Whispers followed him. "That's the guy who beat those men last week!" "He's too arrogant..." "But look at him-he owns the room." In the third row, Shehnaaz Gill adjusted her glasses nervously. She wasn't supposed to be here - she'd come with her seniors, curious to see the man everyone either feared or adored. When his eyes met hers - for just a second - something strange happened. His words faltered. The crowd disappeared. Her innocent gaze didn't flinch. She didn't look impressed, or scared. Just... curious. And that curiosity lit something dangerous in Sid. He didn't know her name, but in that instant, he knew one thing - He wanted to. This story is inspired by Mahyeee 's MAHR-O MAAH please read her book first. I hope one day she reads it .

He doesn't look like the kind of person you accidentally notice. He looks like the kind you're told about before you ever see him. "Rathore hai," someone had said once, like that was enough. And it was. Vihaan Rathore stands like he belongs-like the space adjusts for him, not the other way around. White kurta, sleeves slightly folded, nothing flashy, but still... noticeable. Not because he's trying. That's the problem. He doesn't try, and still people look. Tall. Too tall. Annoyingly so. I shouldn't be noticing that. His face isn't expressive. Not cold, not warm. Just... composed. Like he knows exactly how much of himself to show. Nothing more. His eyes don't move around much either. When he looks at something-or someone-it feels deliberate. "Stay away from that side of campus," Priu had warned. "Too much going on." I didn't ask what she meant. I already knew the type. There's something about him that doesn't sit right with me. Maybe it's the name. Maybe it's the way people lower their voices around him. Or maybe it's just instinct. Either way, I don't plan on getting involved. Some things are better observed from a distance. Tropes: introvert × ambivert college politics politician's son loner x public figure observer x speaker unspoken understanding city college life © All Rights Reserved This work is an original piece of fiction created by me. Do not copy, reproduce, or repost without permission.Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

The Gods had blessed the Lannisters with twins once, and he would do so once more as Cersei Lannister would give birth to another alongside Joffrey Baratheon. Another boy with secrets already sewn into his heart. One troubled by injustice, yet bound by duty. A lion, born in the skin of a Stag. Would he let his duty bind him, or will he let justice guide his hand? Or shall envy swallow it all!

Novel Rating:10/10 Title: Exiled? Fleeing famine? Medical General transmigrated into Villainess and she empties The Entire Kingdom Author: 落玉听风 Translator: CyyEmpire Mu Mianmian, the chief medical officer of a post-apocalyptic planet, never dreamed that she would transmigrate back to ancient times-ending up in the body of a young princess consort who was married off as a substitute bride. . Her war-god husband has been falsely accused of treason and collaborating with the enemy, and the entire family-old and young alike-is sentenced to exile in a desolate, impoverished land. . Her father-in-law, who once defended the nation, was turned into a vegetative state years ago. . Her mother-in-law is as beautiful as a celestial fairy and kind-hearted, yet mentally childlike and foolish. . . Her delicate little sister-in-law can do nothing but whimper and cry. Her youngest brother-in-law is only three and a half years old, still crying for food. . Her husband has it the worst of all-his legs were crippled through a cruel scheme. . Exiled together with a vicious old madam and the families of the second and third uncles, wouldn't that be a recipe for being bullied to death? . Just as it seems that heaven itself wants to destroy her husband's family, Mu-

A science-fantasy crossover, that asks "What If the World of Arknights met the 21st Century United States." Beneath the classified depths of Area 51, a decades-long black project known as Project ARKSEK has achieved what was once thought impossible: the creation of a stable, functional gateway to another world. In the wake of this discovery, the United States mobilizes its most advanced and sophisticated military units and scientific minds to establish the first Human presence beyond the Gate. However, this new world known as "Terra" by its inhabitants is no empty frontier. It is a world shaped by its own complex History, Societies, Nations, Geopolitics, and scarred by Catastrophes. Home to diverse nations built upon the foundation of Originium, an enigmatic energy rich mineral that fuels entire civilizations, but also spreads a deadly disease that has no cure, known as Oripathy. What begins as an exploration mission slowly becomes something far more what the US could have ever bargained for in another world. Fraught with discoveries and dangers unlike anything humanity has ever encountered before. As American forces attempt to understand and navigate this alien yet familiar landscape, they will be forced to confront questions of Morality, Control, Diplomacy and weighing the cost of Intervention. What they will find on the other side may change the future of both worlds. For better or for worse. Every discovery always has a cost. And some doors, once opened, cannot be closed. For fans of speculative fiction. This work is fanmade fanfic passion project inspired by the world of Arknights, owned by Hypergryph and Yostar. All rights to the original story, characters, and intellectual property belong solely to their respective owners. I make no claim of ownership over any part of the Arknights universe. This project is created out of curiosity and admiration for the source material and is intended for fan speculation, appreciation, and entertainment purposes.

ကျွန်တော်၏အသက်နှင့်ခန္ဓာအား ဤရွာအတွက်အပ်နှင်းပါသည်။ ကျွန်တော့်ပခုံးထက်သို့ လွှဲပြောင်းယူခဲ့သော တာ၀န်နှင့်၀တ္တရားတို့အတိုင်း ဤရွာ၏ကောင်းကျိုးကိုရှေးရှု၍ ရပ်ရွာဖွံ့ဖြိုးတိုးတက်ရေး၊ အေးချမ်းသာယာရေးအတွက် ကိုယ်စွမ်းဉာဏ်စွမ်းရှိသမျှ ဦးလည်မသုဥ် ကျေပွန်စွာ ထမ်းရွက်သွားပါမည်။ ဤကျမ်းသစ္စာကို ကျွန်တော်တာ၀န်ထမ်းဆောင်နေသမျှ ကာလတစ်လျှောက်လုံး တည်မြဲစေရမည်ဖြစ်၍ ဤသစ္စာဖောက်ပြားခဲ့ပါက ဘ၀သံသရာဆက်တိုင်း ဆင်းရဲဒုက္ခအတိပြီး၍ အပယ်ငရဲ၌သာကျင်လည်ရပါစေ..ဤကတိသစ္စာတည်မြဲမှန်ကန်ခဲ့ပါလျှင် ကျွန်တော့်ရွာ ကျွန်တော့်မြေသည် ကျွန်တော့်လက်ထက်၌ တိုးတက်စည်ပင်ဖွံ့ဖြိုး၍ တရားမျှတမှုဖြင့် စည်းလုံးသာယာအေးချမ်းပါစေသတည်း..' 'မြတ်သောလူ'

What happens when an Indian spy get deployed on a mission to infiltrate a gang? Then honey traps a politician's daughter. He never meant to fall in love with her, but he did anyway and now what? "Mujhe maarna manzoor hai, lekin haarna nahi. Kyunki haar manna, ahsan rasta hota hai. Aur ahsan rasta lena, meri fitraat nahi." ~Hamza Ali Mazari "Usse dekha aur bas. Bina soche samjhe, maine usse beintehaa pyaar kiya. Woh meri mashooq hai, isilye saza nahi de sakti, lekin use bewafa nahi banne dungi." ~Yalina Jamali "Mujhe aap ke saath waqkt betana hai. Bas, itni si baat nahi maan sakte?" Yalina said with a cute and childish pout. "Teek hai, lekin ek shaart. Mujse pyaar mat karna. Manzoor hai?" Hamza said thinking that it would be easier if she didn't. "Afsoof. Bahut der ho chuki hai. Dil, dhadkan, dimag, jism aur rooh, sab aap ke naam ka hai. Ab kya hoga, kyunki jo chaiye, mujhe chaiye?" Yalina said while looking into Hamza's eyes. She said like a fact. Written in stone.

A modern soul awakens in the North, reborn not as a man, but as a Growlithe. Found with the direwolves, he must navigate the Game of Thrones using a minimalist System to evolve. But take heed: this is no typical Pokémon journey.

Caeli Rivera is an only child, and the only heir to a political family in Davao. One mistake, and their legacy crumbles. No room for error. No one to share the weight with. Then she meets Zion - a scholar, a working student, the eldest of four siblings. He hates people like her: privileged, spoiled, out of touch. But he doesn't know that Caeli cries herself to sleep, exhausted from carrying expectations alone. He was supposed to be her enemy. He became the first person who told her: "It's okay to get tired. You're human." Enemies to lovers. Class difference. The heavy crown of being an only child.

They buried a princess. They will face a queen.

Upon her father's death, Rosario ascends to the throne of a fracturing kingdom. Haunted by the assassination of her mother and sister, she finds herself bound by a will to her worst enemy: King Zelthar of Pilaestra. As she accepts this diplomatic marriage, Rosario discovers that the foundations of the continent of Iden hide secrets far darker than the ruins of her husband's palace. Between disappearing ships, crumbling pillars, and an ancestral contract that turns soldiers into mere commodities, peace is nothing but an illusion. Rosario must choose: rule through fear like her ancestors, or listen to the voices of those History has forgotten. For in the shadows, rebellion is brewing, and the morning tea might just be the last moment of calm before the storm.

"උ..න් මා..ව ආයෙ..ම වි..නා..ස කරා.. අයි...යේ....අනෙ..ම..ට...රි...දෙ..නව...නෙ....*ඉහික්*...ම..ට..තව..ත්...ද..රා...ගන්...න...බෑ...අයි...යෙ...." "ශ්...ශ්....calm down මැණික...මං ඉන්නවා....ආයෙම එහෙම දෙයක් වෙන්න මං ඉඩ තියන්නෙ නෑ ම්ම්....තේරුනාද...?" 2026/04/26 - 202? ආදරේට පුළුවන් බිදුණු හිතකට වුනත් ආයෙ පණ දෙන්න....🥀 ළසල් × තවීන්

Anvi Rathore doesn't belong to anyone. Not to people. Not to rules. Not even to herself. With a cigarette between her fingers and silence stitched into her personality, she keeps the world at a distance - untouched, unreadable, and completely unbothered. Until Isha Mahira walks into her life. Fragile. Quiet. Breathing through tubes and carrying a softness the world never spared for her-Isha is everything Anvi isn't. And somehow... everything she needs. What starts as an unlikely crossing of paths slowly turns into something warmer, softer-like sunlight breaking through a life that had only known smoke. For the first time, Anvi learns what it feels like to stay. But some people aren't meant to stay forever. And when the flowers fade, all that remains are memories strong enough to change a life... and a silence that says everything love never could.

Musa Malik.....ruthless, calculating....stands at the helm of Malik Industrial Estate, an empire carved into the ranks of the world's elite. But even the grandest empires cast the darkest shadows. When his uncle, Salaar Malik, the President of MIE, entrusts him with a mission, Musa knows it is no ordinary task. Some wounds refuse to heal... and some truths were never meant to be unearthed. The tables have turned. The dice no longer fall the same. Fresh wounds bleed while old scars whisper in silence. The story is ancient ... yet its players are new. Six souls, bound within a single circle of fate, are thrown into the same storm... their hearts beating to different rhythms. Love touches each of them ....but never the same way. Where there is devotion, betrayal follows. Where echoes linger, silence creeps in. Where envy brews, trust dares to bloom. Now, the Goddess of Love watches. Will love heal their wounds... or carve them into something far more dangerous than scars?

Gu Yi, Crown Prince of Joseon is cursed to take the form of the Wolf Beast every full moon after an childhood accident. And his first order from his father is to let no one, but his trusted guards, know his dark secret lest he loses more than just his kingdom. But alas, a Crown Prince must produce an heir and no amount of delaying it, with war or anything else, can change that. But what kind of woman could ever love a bloodthirsty beast?

*The Falcone Chronicles* is not just a story - it is a world where silence speaks louder than bullets and loyalty is more dangerous than betrayal. In the cold marble heart of Milan, the Falcone family rules with elegance that hides something far darker beneath its polished surface. Power is not inherited here... it is survived. Every smile is calculated. Every handshake is a contract written in blood even when no ink is seen. At the center stands Adriano Falcone, a man carved from discipline, control, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. To the world, he is refinement and authority. To his enemies, he is a closing door you never see coming. But even men like him are not untouched by the past... or by the unexpected fractures of emotion that begin to form where control once lived. When old alliances begin to crack and hidden debts resurface like ghosts refusing to rest, the Falcone name is pulled into a web of crime, politics, and power plays stretching beyond Italy's borders. New players enter the board. Some wear crowns made of money. Others wear smiles made of lies. And in this world, love is never soft. It is strategic. Dangerous. Sometimes fatal. The Falcone Chronicles moves like a slow-burning storm - intimate family tensions in one moment, explosive betrayals in the next. It is about legacy, control, and the price of building an empire that cannot afford weakness... not even from the heart. Because in the Falcone world, even emotion has consequences.

After marrying Burma's strongman leader, Mya Thiri Nandar envisioned a marital bliss...only to be shattered by the presence of her assailant. Her encounter is tormented by scars bearing her skin, a living trauma that lurked in the corridors. Thiri's lust for revenge becomes political sabotage, dodging the eyes and ears of Aung Zeya's security apparatus enabled by U Ko Min's blindness. But does she triumph alive? What implications does her revenge hold for the emerging Union of Burma?