Raw Stories

For over a year Briar Wild has watched her Bloodline family fall apart and WrestleMania 40 should have been where it all got fixed again, but it didn't. In fact, that was where it fell completely apart. Briar regained back her Championship but now Jey is over on RAW wanting nothing to do with the family, Roman lost his title and is gone from all shows, and Solo took out Jimmy. Now Solo has gone rouge and Briar as no idea what to do. Solo's taking charge and she doesn't know if she should follow her best friend or stay loyal to the real Tribal Chief. The family has become strained and Briar's dream of seeing her family whole once again seems to be fading farther away. But if anyone can overcome the odds, if anyone can find a way to bring the family back together it's Briar Wild. But what sacrifices have to be made, what alliances have to be forged to do so? And in the end can family truly raise above all? This is the epic conclusion of the Bloodline Divine series.

Things I only admit to myself at 3 AM. Messy, honest, and unrhymed. A collection of free verse poems for the overthinkers and the sleepless. These are the scribbles; raw, fragmented, and real. No rules. Just feelings spilled onto the page at 3 AM.

𝓘𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓱𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓲 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓶𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓱𝓲, 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓱𝓾 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓷. She smiles too much for someone who doesn't sleep at night. Dr. Swadhinta Arya - the junior surgeon, the good girl, the one who fixes everyone else. But there is one night in her past she never wrote in any diary, never told her family, never told her God. A secret that still wakes her up at 3 AM, sweating, breathless. She calls it a nightmare. The world would call it a crime scene. He doesn't smile at all. Dr. Siddharth Rathore - India's youngest cardiothoracic surgeon to the world. A billionaire's heir to India. But his real resume has no name on it. Only files that burn after reading. He saves lives where there are no operation theatres. He bleeds where no one can see. He works for the country, and the country doesn't even know his real name. She saves lives with a scalpel, in white light. He saves lives with a gun, in the dark. He looks at her and sees a girl who is hiding too much. She looks at him and sees a man who is hiding everything. He thinks he knows what pain looks like. Until he sees her nightmare up close. She thinks she knows what danger looks like. Until she sees him disappear at midnight with blood on his shirt and a lie on his lips. SIDDHARTH x SWADHINTA A love story written between an OT and an operation.

a collection of notes i never sent to people who left to myself to fate warning: this book is not fine. by the way: This is not going to be a love story, this is definitely not a self-help book, this is just notes. notes to versions of me, notes to those who are gone, notes for no one.

some feelings are easier to type than say out loud. typed, erased, repeated. is a collection of poems, late-night thoughts, unfinished feelings, love that stayed too long, memories that still ache, and the kind of emotions people pretend they've moved on from. these pages were written in moments of overthinking, healing, missing, loving, breaking, and becoming. maybe you'll relate to some of them. maybe you'll wish you didn't.

Nirvair Sehgal × Iknoor Iyer "Kya hua h?"He asked as he stood in front of her staring at her teary eyes. "Me..meri payal kho gayi h"Iknoor said as more tears fell down her eyes. He sighed. Sure he didn't want this marriage but she was his wife now and anyways he didn't like her crying. "Relax...mil jayega,mein dhundta hu"He said as he started looking for the silver pagal she had worn during their wedding. A flash of light reflected from the swimming pool and he sighed in relief when he spotted the silver payal upon a close watch. Without waiting for any second,he straight away jumped into the pool. Iknoor gasped at his actions.It was freezing cold in Vishakapatnam and he jumped into the icy water. He emerged out of the pool,water dripping down his body,his biceps flexed as he moved his shoulder length hair back and walked towards her, holding the pagal in his left hand. Iknoor forwarded her hand to take it from him but she gasped for the second time that night when instead of giving it to her he bent down in front of her. Slowly lifting her saree a lil above,he tied the pagal on her left ankle. "Dubara mat khona isse..... it's getting cold get inside"He said and left leaving behind a very surprised Iknoor. She fell first,he fell harder.

Rudra never believed in love. Alekhya never expected it to change her life. Sometimes love doesn't start with a confession. Sometimes it begins with a glance... a silence... a feeling you can't explain. Between CET pressure, quiet moments, and a farewell that felt heavier than words... something slowly grew between them. But love has a strange way of testing people. And before they could finally choose each other... they would have to face everything that tried to pull them apart.

I am the pastor's daughter. I don't drink. I don't party. I don't wear jewelry. My skirts are long. My hair is short. My life is a sermon everyone else gets to preach. But I bought a single earring. It cost less than a sachet of milk. I hid it under my pillow. I wore it only at night, when the house was quiet and the lights were off. For three days, I felt like a person instead of a symbol. Then I got caught. And I realized that in my house, shining is a sin. This is not a story about running away from God. It's a story about trying to find myself in a house full of rules. It's a scrapbook of late-night thoughts, silent rebellions, and the question that haunts me: What happens when a flower decides to bloom anyway? Welcome to my diary. Welcome to the hiding. #pastorskid #strictparents #comingofage #faith #rebellion #diary #reallife

She thinks she's on a blind date with a stranger named Arjun. He's actually a RAW operative watching the man three tables away - the one running a terror plot against India. By the time she learns his real first move wasn't ordering coffee, it's too late for either of them to walk away clean. A spy thriller and a love story that were never supposed to happen at the same table.

In a world where wars are fought in silence and buried in classified files, some weapons are never meant to exist. Vyom Aaryavardhan - Cipher. Height - 6'2" Age - 33 yrs The mind behind missions that never fail. He calculates every move. Controls every outcome. And eliminates every threat. Controls EVERY FUCKING THING that revolves around him. Dr. Aadhira Vashisht. Height - 5'9" Age - 28 yrs Specialist in Neuro-psychology & Behavioral Conditioning. Not just a normal psychologist- someone who deals with: ~elite agents ~mental conditioning ~trauma control Note- Not just an ordinary love story but the game of secrets and truth. Also female character in my book are not sensitive, they are strong, very, very strong. • fire × gasoline • age gap • dominance • war • lethal love • Mature

Hey! I'm a fan of haikus and I was thinking, just like my drawings book, that I wanna share the haikus I write. I also wanna write to let go of my feelings and stuff so yeah Most of them are going to be poems now though cause I have kinda moved to different types like they aren't only haikus Anyways hope u guys like them 💙💙💙

Not every letter is meant to be delivered. Some are written to people who no longer belong in our lives. Others are addressed to younger versions of ourselves, parents, strangers, dreams that never came true, or the versions of us that never got the chance to exist. These pages were never written to start conversations. They were written to end the ones that refused to stop echoing inside my head. They call it intermittent reinforcement. I called it a talkgasm. Random brain dumps. ​These ain't love stories, and they sure as hell ain't a call to resuscitate anything. They're autopsies of inconsistent connections. From the initial thrill of the intellectual hook to the violent urge to burn the memory down, these letters exist for one purpose: to purge the toxic noise out of my head and onto the page. ​Read it as a caution, read it as art, or read it because you're currently holding your phone at 3:00 AM trying not to break your own boundaries.

Freee versee-!

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

We're all living in a Krazy World...

An army officer and a doctor. One ends lives and the other saves them. A deadly combination, right? Shreeya Nair, a special forces officer. Her team is known to be deadly. Rumors are they work for RAW. She has been secretive about what she does from the start. No one knows. Not even the man she is about to marry. Dr. Arshit Nair had absolutely no idea what he was getting into. When his mother asked him to marry a girl she had chosen, he agreed. However fate is not on his side. She is exactly the opposite of him. She kills to save people. Doesn't make sense, right? His fiancé is secretive. She didn't even tell anything when they first met except what she does is dangerous and it has many downsides. What's the worst that can happen? How will the navigate their married life miles apart? And the biggest question, is Shreeya dangerous? Join Shreeya and Arshit in their journey and let's see where it leads them

A short, intimate, descriptive narrative of a steamy hot night. Grace is met with Noah at the door, and soon enough become 1.

Sharing my perspective of the world and life~ (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)...hii petals..~

Guardian Angel was the light in the chaos-fierce, loyal, untouchable alongside her best friend, Cody Rhodes. But when darkness comes from within and loyalties are tested, even legends can fall. As trust shatters and lines blur, one thing is certain: not everyone will make it out the same.

What is love? Anveshna - this question asked by her mom shook her and usually Anveshna never asked for answers-until life handed her questions she couldn't ignore. One summer, surrounded by silence, dust, and memories no one speaks of, she stumbles into something that changes the way she sees everything. What begins as boredom turns into a quiet unraveling of the past-layer by layer, letter by letter. She thought she knew her family. She thought she knew herself. She was wrong. the question-what is love was only the beginning and anveshna had to answer and understand many questions in this journey. A slow-burning, emotionally raw story about the search for truth, connection, and the courage to face what we're not ready to hear. "This story is also available on Wattpad, Tapas, and Medium. Please be aware that this is the same work posted by the original author."