Spiritual Stories

🎬 Kidnapped Romance YouTube Channel: UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A ⚠️ An innocent beauty... and a famished beast. She was running. Branches slapped her cheeks, the gnarled root of an old tree suddenly caught her foot- She crashed to the forest floor with a gasp. The pain shot through her ankle like a blade, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself back up and ran again. A low-hanging branch snagged her veil-rip! Grazed her shoulder too. Still, she ran. Her breath came in broken gasps. She glanced over her shoulder. No one. Only the sound- Heavy thuds. Boots crushing dried leaves behind her. Her bare feet bled as she stepped on a brittle twig. She winced, stumbled, but didn't stop. Her heart was beating in her ears. Louder. Louder. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Suddenly- Thump! She crashed into something hard. "Ow!" she gasped and staggered back, thinking it was a tree. But it moved. A towering figure was in front. She froze. Then- "No!" she whimpered, trying to back away. Too late. A brutal tug on her hair jerked her head back. "Where to?" His voice was low and cold, his hand clenched tightly in her hair. "Leave me!" she screamed, struggling violently. He started dragging her. "Let go of me!" She fought back, landing a weak punch on his stomach. "Bitch," he spat. "Shut up before I loose all my patience with you." And then- He flung her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack. In the moonlight, he looked some big bad Werewolf. "Put me down!" she cried, punching his back, clawing-but his skin felt like stone beneath her fingernails. He halted again. And dropped her. She hit the dry ground. Before she could crawl away, he knelt beside her- Then straddled her, his shadow engulfing hers. "No," she whispered, going deathly pale. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. Heart shattering inside her chest. An innocent beauty... A famished beast. ⚠️ This isn't just romance. It's survival. 🥇#1 in Spiritual - many times. Alh

Collection of traditional love stories. محفل میں باربار انہی پر نظر گئی ہم نے بچائی لاکھ مگر پھر ادھر گئی 💫Short stories of traditional Pakistani weddings and customs. ~Milan ☑️(Childhood nikkah based) ~Sehar-e-Ishq☑️ (Kidnapping based) ~Jan-e-Tamanna☑️ (After Marriage based) ~Haal-e-Dil ☑️(Rom-Com/love marriagebased) ~Husn-e-Jaana☑️(Second chance based) ~Humsafar☑️ (Second marriage based) 《NOTE》This story will majorly contain urdu language, and I won't be translating the dialogues. []Urdu/Hindi readers, it is for you. 《#3 in junoon 12-10-2020》 《#1 in mohabbat 19-10-2020》 《#3 in Pakistan 19-10-2020》 《#1 in nikkah 16-11-2020》 《#1 in muslimlovestory 16-11-2020》 《#1 in perfectcouple 24-11-2020》 《#1 in islamiclovestory 3-12-2020》 《#1 in Ishq 4-01-2021》 《#1 in Urdu 26-03-2021》 《#1 in ambassadorspk 31-03-2021》 《#1 in Pyaar 12-05-2021》 🍁Alhumdulilah

She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the hidden insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcome. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Tall with piercing eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, keeping everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He wasn't mean, but he wasn't warm either. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her... or destroy her. Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

හැගීම් විරහිත ආදරයක රැව්දීම

Masir مصير - fate, destination Two years ago, everything changed for her. She lives in a joint family where she does not belong. She was just 15 when they got married. He was 23. He hated the marriage. She was powerless to refuse. A secret marriage, only known to a few. A marriage of someone's death wish. He went overseas to evade the betrothal. She was relieved until... Now, after two years, he is coming back.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘥? Reign Evans has come to be okay with what she thinks God has destined her to be: a single mother. Scars from her past relationship ran too deep to be healed, she thought, so it only makes sense to live as God wants her to, even if that means she goes through life with just her son. But what if she thought completely wrong? Abel Westbrook, a God-fearing military man, breaks the barrier Reign has around herself and shows her all God has planned for her, which includes marrying him... a month after they meet. Reign thought that marrying a man she hardly knew would be her biggest test of faith in Jesus yet, but marriage is forever and they both have a life-long of lessons to learn. The first one: it will always be in His hands. /// Bible Translations include AMP, CSB, ESV, NIV, NKJV, and NLT💛

Backed by horrible life experiences, Aisha Ahmad Makama has reasons to believe men only complicate things. Consequently, she dedicates her life to painting, wearing floor-length jilbabs and cultivating a hard-earned reputation for not receiving second glances from men. That is, until a single greeting on a Wednesday afternoon shatters her carefully-crafted life. Aisha is forced to confront the unsettling presence of Abdullah Umar Kallamu, a man who carelessly breaks her reputation by daring to dart a second glance in her direction, making a promise to never see her again. It isn't hard to hate Aisha at first sight- she is insane, messy, uncouth, not his type, and unlike all the women Abdullah Umar Kallamu had ever met. Abdullah is also not a challenge to dismiss. He is egotistical, the kind of man who easily receives attention from dumb women- the kind Aisha Ahmad Makama has never been a part of. Both Abdullah Umar Kallamu and Aisha Ahmad Makama are prepared to be sworn enemies. But life upends expectation. They find themselves falling in love. Ironically, for the very same reasons they initially hated each other.

One shots on the most beautiful couple, Mahid and Seher from the show Sehar Hone Ko Hai

this book will help you understand your current pace, embrace your progress, and understand more things the world can't offer - applying the principle of God's Word.

What if God hears every prayer... but answers with silence? Arjun Mehta was once a man of unshakable faith. Temple visits, folded hands, unwavering belief. But when loss strikes, prayers go unanswered, and life begins to collapse, silence becomes his only reply. As Arjun walks through grief, doubt, and spiritual confusion, God does not appear through miracles or visions-but through tests hidden in everyday moments. Each chapter reveals a quiet lesson about faith, patience, surrender, and the unseen guidance that shapes human destiny. When God Chooses Silence is a deeply emotional devotional fiction about broken belief, inner transformation, and the truth that sometimes God speaks loudest when He says nothing at all. Read if you believe faith is not about answers... but trust. Vote, comment, and follow to continue this spiritual journey.

They erased her name from scripture. They buried her temples. They silenced her women. Now she is awake. When Ishani Sen examines a ritual corpse that refuses to stay dead, she becomes the vessel of a forgotten goddess-one who does not protect, but avenges. Dark. Mythological. Bloody. Divine. This is not a love story. This is a warning. ~ #13 in wattyawards out of 8.81k stories ~ #2 in kolkata out of 2.03k stories ~ #1 in kali out of 1.6k stories ~ #34 in wattpadindia out of 8.2k stories ~ #39 in god out of 41.6k stories ~ #21 in goddess out of 37.7k stories

A collection of short stories in a typecast character development challenge. On the shoreline, a lighthouse watches a world overcome the sufferings of apathy, boredom, indifference, and disdain. Inside its glow, strange nights unfold where tin-foil faith shields love from interdimensional tricksters, cursed toys demand the reckoning of old debts, starving artists ignite meaning from hunger, and travelers from other worlds discover that modern life feeds darker things than monsters. The Lighthouse Keeper's Night Out is a collection of surreal short stories and dark comedies about belief, perception, and the quiet heroism of ordinary people asked to carry impossible weight-whether they're ready or not.

Godspeed falls into a portal which transports him to another world, the world of the Avatar. Being trapped on a uncharted Earth with no way home he emarks on a journey to protect Aang from any danger till he can take on the fire lord.

No one had expected it. It left everyone in terror that day. All they could do was run as far as they could and hide from what once was their beautiful home to what is now a place of horror and darkness. I should probably explain what had happened that day as I know most of you are wondering. Well, let me tell you about the tragedy of The Oasis. For anyone who actually end up reading this, thank you. This story took me about 5 years to write because I kept losing motivation. This is an original work and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Two women. Two broken hearts. One God who still sees them beneath it all. Tasha has played the role of "wifey" for years - cooking, cleaning, loving, and believing that one day the man she's given her best years to would finally make her his wife. But with every new excuse and every passing birthday, her reflection in the mirror grows harder to face. The woman staring back at her smiles for the world, but deep down she knows - she's been building a home on borrowed love. Destiny, on the other hand, would give anything to trade places. Behind closed doors, her marriage is a storm she can't escape. The bruises fade, the apologies sound sweet, and still, the cycle spins on. Every morning, she covers the evidence with concealer, lashes, and a practiced smile, hoping no one will notice the ache that even makeup can't hide. Both women are living different versions of the same lie - pretending they're okay while their souls cry out for freedom. But when life strips away the filters, and they're left with nothing but their pain and their faith, they're forced to remember the One who loved them first. "Something Makeup Can't Cover" is a raw, soul-stirring story about womanhood, heartbreak, and the quiet strength it takes to start over. It's about the pain behind the polish, the beauty in brokenness, and the redemption that comes when a woman finally lets go - and lets God heal what the world can't see.

A soul That drifts between worlds whispers from the horizon calling her home.......

A little reflection on death of those close to us, taking in spiritual, physical and emotional elements of those passed and those who live it. I write this to express my feelings about the topic which I think is deeply interesting and also to help me cope with my own loss and to try to help others who are living through it to have less pain

A story about finding faith, love, and purpose - not just in God, but in how two people can bring each other closer to Him. They meet not in a romantic setting, but during a ministry outreach where they are paired to teach youth together - clashing beliefs at first, but slowly discovering that love can be a form of worship when guided by faith.

In the age of ancient Slavic lore, when gods lived alongside humankind, three girls and three men led quiet, peaceful lives. That peace shattered the moment something crept from the shadows, changing their destinies forever.

"Fayaz uncle!" Fayaz looked up from his conversation with Zaid and grinned broadly. "There's my little friend!" He opened his arms, and Safwan ran into them, giggling as Fayaz lifted him up and spun him around. "How's my favorite buddy doing today?" "I'm good," Safwan replied, settling into Fayaz's lap. His tone shifted to a more serious one. "But Anu Khala (aunty) is crying." Fayaz's smile faded instantly. He had seen it just few minutes before, the sorrow in her eyes, the way she broke down. But he had no clue what had happened. He exchanged a quick glance with Zaid before turning his attention back to Safwan. "Why is Anu Khala crying, buddy? Did something happen?" Safwan nodded solemnly. "She's sad. Mama said she's going through a tough time. Can you make her happy, Fayaz uncle?" The question was innocent. A plea from a young boy to his favorite uncle, hoping for some magic. To make things right for his beloved khala. Fayaz's heart ached at the sincerity in Safwan's eyes. He couldn't say no, nor could he explain how complicated things were. To cheer the little child, Fayaz ruffled the boy's hair gently, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "I'll try." It was a simple request from a child. The one Fayaz didn't even take seriously. He didn't believe it was possible, nor did he think it was his place to make Safwan's khala happy. But life has a way of unfolding in unexpected ways. The day wasn't far off when the walls of his heart would start to crumble, when the fortress he had built around his emotions would begin to fall, brick by brick. The day when spring would again enter his garden. But was it possible for Anaya? Could a shattered person truly start from the end?