Rain Stories

Kiara entered an arranged marriage knowing love was never promised. But she never expected to feel like a stranger in her own marriage. Between silence, misunderstandings, and feelings left unspoken, one unexpected turn changes everything between her and Jay. What happens when two people realize the truth about their feelings only after the damage has already been done? Well... let's see if love finds its way to them before it's too late. 🤍 #1 in loneliness #1 in scar

Rain World and all characters in it are made by Video Cult, I do not own these characters or the game. If you do not know what Rain World is, I heavily advise you do some non-spoilery research on it. Heavy spoilers for the base game and Artificer's campaign ahead. ------------------------------------- "The Rain shall fall, and so shall every scavenger in this damn wasteland" "Ok, but do we HAVE to kill them?" A story where a PACIFIST of all slugcats ends up in the decaying, rot filled wasteland known as 'Rain World'. Your frail frame and sickly nature will do you no good here, and your vow of peace is nothing but a detriment to you. Sick, starving and having a broken leg isn't the best case scenario in such a place, but when you see that tell-tale sign of another slugcat. A faint hope blossoms. Or A Pacifist (You) ends up in Rain Word and finds Artificer. Notes: You go by They/Them, so everyone can suffer while reading my story equally. Artificer is female in this fanfic. I'm sorry male Arti fans. Swear warning: The Artificer is not known to be very kind with words. Suicidal Ideation: This will also be present, incase you have trouble with this topic, it may be best you refrain from reading this. Blood and Violence: This book will not shy away from depictions of blood, due to me being pretty new to this type of story, don't expect a full blown detailed depiction of every injury, wound or malady that is present. Music: Music will be offered to you. Most of it will be ambience, with the occasional fight theme here and there. Mature Rating: The Mature rating is for the themes of death, existential dread and other issues. There won't be any seggs, don't let it fool you.

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"I promised my heart to a girl from my past. I never expected a woman in the rain to make me want to break that promise." On the darkest day of his life, at his father's funeral, Azeem Malik met a girl he never forgot. Quiet. Gentle. Unforgettable. She handed him her handkerchief... and disappeared. He never learned her name. Never saw her again. But some memories refuse to fade. And fate rarely asks for permission. 🌧️🌧️🌧️ Years later, another woman crashes into his carefully controlled world. Zoya Mirza. Soft-hearted. Stubborn. Quietly strong. After spending her entire life being treated like a disappointment for not being the son society wanted, Zoya has learned how to carry her pain with a smile. Azeem should keep his distance because she was never supposed to matter. But somehow, little by little, she starts taking a place in his heart that was never meant for anyone else. How do you fall in love when your heart already belongs to someone from the past? As old wounds begin to heal and unexpected bonds bring people closer together, Azeem finds himself caught between the memory he never let go of and the woman standing right in front of him. Will he keep holding on to the past? Or risk everything for the future Allah may have written for him? A story about faith, family, healing, destiny and the people Allah writes into your life long before you understand why. Trope: 🌧️ Muslim Romance 🌧️ Slow Burn 🌧️ He Falls First 🌧️ Secret Longing 🌧️ Family Secrets 🌧️ Protective MMC 🌧️ Soft FMC #1 latest (20.05.26) #1 Afghan (27.03.26) #11 muslimlovestory (27.04.26) #3 rain (01.07.26) #7 emotionalromance (27.02.26) #2 newauthor (10.03.26) #7 Nikkah (16.04.26) #5 halalromance (25.03.26) #4 muslim (20.04.26) #9 muslimromance (08.06.26)

Jheel Verma is a CBI officer. She believes that justice is above all. Even her own family. She's confident, has an angry streak. Ruthless when required but has a soft spot only reserved for her parents. The perpetrators and criminals call her a mean bitch, but her parents and best friends know her as the kindest, most selfless person ever, only to them, that is. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is a Real Estate mogul. Wealthy, arrogant but has a sane head on his shoulders which Jheel fails to recognise. The eldest son, who shoulders the responsibility of the entire empire over the remains of his own past demons. There's just something about him that demands attention and respect. Two things his future wife would rather jump off a cliff over rather than give him. One hot afternoon, Jheel pins this wealthy man to his car for ruining her planned mission. Abhimaan Singh Rathore will forever tell his kids, that's how he met their mother. Red faced, bright eyed and an arrogant little thing, to which Jheel would always reply with: You were the arrogant one, you idiot. Don't twist facts. In a series of meets and threats, Jheel and Abhimaan find themselves more and more entangled with each other. Why? Because the Universe lacks entertainment, hence makes it a mission to get these two hard heads together. To witness the drama, the rage, the secrets and beyond it all, the delicious catastrophe which occurred every time they were face to face. And entertainment it was, for a good while before..... feelings came in. Before destruction turned to destiny. Before they learned to find a rhythm in each other's chaos. ~~ They didn't just fall in love. They waged war with it. They collided, they claimed, they consumed and they burned. And when the smoke cleared, love was all that remained, scorched into their destined souls. ~~ Tropes- 🌊God tier Slow burn ⛈️Enemies to Lovers 👑Eldest son x Eldest daughter 😠Grumpy x Grumpy 🪢♾️Forced marriage

The sheltered Void Princess, Stella, finds her way to the Overworld with no way home. Cover designed by: @iuna_zn

" හැමදේම මතක් උනාම තමුසෙ වෙනස් වෙයි.... අයෙත් අර මං අහන්න අකමැති ම වචන ටික කියලා මාව අයින් කරයි " " අහන්න අකමැති ම වචන කිව්වේ " ................................................... ස්ටාස් 🤍

Calling all poets on Wattpad to Drenched Cedars - a celebration of poetry touched by longing, memory, silence, ache, and the storms we carry within. Have you gathered your words? Because it's time. The contest will award poetry shaped through talent, vulnerability, and craft with multiple honors, ranging from Best Emotional Impact to Best Poem Ending. To participate, please read the rules carefully and complete the payments before submitting your form. The contest might span around 1.5 months, and I, the host, will be the sole judge! So, let your words fall like rain among the cedars. ☔ (Open)

Leaving Boston was supposed to be the hard part. At twenty-three, Marlowe Lawson arrives in London with two suitcases, a prestigious surgical training position at St Thomas' Hospital, and every intention of starting over. A new city. A new career. A chance to build a life that's entirely her own. She isn't looking for friendship. She definitely isn't looking for love. She's simply trying to survive impossibly long shifts, navigate a city she's never lived in, and convince herself that leaving home was the right decision. The last thing she expects is the quiet man living next door. Reserved. Private. Impossible to read. To the rest of the world, he's Harry Styles. To Marlowe, he's simply the neighbour she passes in the hallway every morning. As chance encounters become familiar routines and ordinary moments begin to mean everything, two strangers slowly discover that sometimes the people who change your life don't arrive with grand gestures-they arrive with a quiet "morning," a shared cup of coffee, and the feeling that, for the first time in a long time, you're finally home. A story about finding yourself, finding each other, and discovering that solace isn't always a place. Sometimes... it's a person. 🥈#apartment 10th #harrystyles 10th #coffee

They've been classmates for three years. They've shared the same classroom. The same school. The same ordinary days. Until one rainy afternoon, a simple smile became the first spark.

Montrose Institute doesn't accept applications. It finds you. Hera just wanted wifi and a nap. Miles just wanted 200 followers. Valkyrie just wanted her card to go through. Julian just wanted his socks to match, for once. Sylvie just wanted to bake in peace. Instead, they got one exploded baking exhibition, a 100+ year old cereal box with an attitude problem (his name is Jake, he's rude, don't ask), and five brand new suspects in a police interrogation before any of them even started high school. Magic is real. Nobody consented to this. And the cereal box is judging you specifically. Montrose was never really a school. It's a countdown - and it's been ticking since long before they walked in.

You know when you see someone in the street and your gazes lock and one of you smiles and you end up temporarily in love with that person? You know the feeling of having a crush on someone even though you know nothing about them, you can't stop thinking about them the whole day? This is what this story is about. This is what happens to Jo.

The Human Map is a collection of raw, rhythmic verses tracing the paths of endless longing, the weight of societal expectations, and the beautiful, messy connections that prove we are never truly unalone. Read it when you find yourself searching for happiness. Will your world end, or will it mend? Find your path inside.

A trickster demon lurks around the Boiling Isles, playing tricks on unsuspecting witches and other demons alike A strange demon stays to the shadows, watching everything unfold Two opposites meet when a human is introduced into their separate lives (Just me inserting my OCs into The Owl House, enjoy the chaos)

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Kabhi kabhi zindagi me kuch rishte naam nahi maangte... Bas ek jagah maangte hain - dil me Tere Bina Main Kaun? ek deeply emotional slow-burn story hai do aise logon ki jo sirf ek exam hall me mile the Na unhone kabhi saath waqt guzara, na long calls, na dates... phir bhi unki duniya ek doosre me simat gayi Aayat - ek soft-hearted artist soul, jo apne emotions paintings aur diaries me chhupa deti hai Aariz - ek caring lekin emotionally reserved ladka, jo bina kahe Aayat ki har khamoshi samajh leta hai Emails se shuru hui unki baatein dheere dheere ek aise rishte me badal jaati hain jahan waiting bhi mohabbat lagti hai, online status sukoon deta hai, aur "Bestu" sirf ek nickname nahi... ek duniya ban jaata hai Lekin waqt ke saath: bimari, distance, responsibilities aur khamosh sacrifices unke rishte ko todne lagte hain Jab Aayat ki sehat dheere dheere usse chhodne lagti hai... tab usse sabse zyada dard bimari ka nahi, balki us insaan ke badal jaane ka hota hai jo kabhi uski poori duniya tha Ye sirf love story nahi Ye: waiting, silent pain, emotional attachment, sacrifices, aur roohani mohabbat ki kahani hai Ek aisi kahani jo shayad kabhi mukammal nahi hoti... lekin dil me hamesha zinda rehti hai 🌙 "Kuch mohabbat milkar poori nahi hoti... aur kuch bina mile hi ibadat ban jaati ha © Aarziel All Rights Reserved. "Tere Bina Main Kaun?" is an original work of fiction written by Aarziel. All characters, scenes, dialogues, artworks, concepts, emotional narratives, and storyline elements in this novel are protected under copyright law. No part of this book may be copied, reproduced, translated, reposted, adapted, distributed, or used in any form without prior written permission from the author. Unauthorized use, plagiarism, editing, or republication of this content, including paintings, cover designs, aesthetic concepts, and chapters, is strictly prohibited. This story is a personal creative work and intellectual property of the author. - Aarziel

Life was always hard on him. Raised beneath the weight of expectations, he became a boy who learned to hide his storms behind quiet eyes. -Rudra Choudhary She was the sunshine chasing the stars. A dreamer with a restless heart, carrying enough light to brighten even the darkest skies. -Idhika roy What will happen when instead of ishq life bestowed them with dard?

his is a Yim/Tutor fanfic, it's really rare/ impossible to find a good/ completed coherent plot for them so here I am! This is going to be a mix of a couple of genres including but not limited to: memory loss/forgotten past/ fox/ wolfs/ vampires/ witches/ hybrids etc. I won't put a real description just read it and I hope y'all like it LITA/K&P/Tharn&type Main couples: Yim/Tutor Phayu/rain, pai/sky Side couples: the parents(will be used as almost filler chapters) Yim's parents: Kuea and Lian (only child) Tutor's parents: Kinn and Porsche Theerapanyakul Phayu's parents: Vegas and Pete Theerapanyakul Pai's parents: Sarawat and Tine Theerapanyakul Rains parents: Kon Diao and Yi Sky's parents: Tharn and Type Best Friends: Yim, Sky and Rain Cousins/ brother/ best friends: Tutor, Pai and Phayu Val'dorath and Daelgrin are side kingdoms that are only mentioned in the first chapter. Everyone will get about equal parts, but Yim and Tutor will obviously have much more 😉 18+ will put 🔞 on those chapters also, I do not own any of the character this plot is a figment of my imagination. I hope y'all enjoy.

and other poems about how i lost my best friend, how i loved him in secret, and how i wished i never said a thing. #Shortys2025

31/3/2026