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In the karate kid universe, Michelle Maia is a new kid in the neighborhood who befriends Ali, Susan, and Barbara. With only her and her mom being a rich doctor who moves them to Encino Hills, life surprisingly hasn't changed drastically and horribly, but maybe this is the sign of a new beginning. She spots the friend group of Johnny and the cobras. She instantly falls in love with Bobby. Jimmy, one of the cobras, is closer to Bobby than most of the others, in doing so, he becomes friends with Michelle and in hopes to help her. But there might be something more than just helping Michelle get with her crush. Eventually Michelle and her friend group mash with the Cobra Kai boys and are all dating each other. Due to Michelle's shyness, overthinking and awkwardness, she requires help if she ever plans on getting with her true love. 2 years later a new kid moves to California from New Jersey that sparks things up between him and the Cobra Kais. ⚠️TW some swearing i guess⚠️

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been linked to a river. She was born in one place and then gently undulates towards the sea. But have you ever thought about its seabed, the one which gets affected and depleted at the same time? The river might be the physical persona, but look deeper. It's merely a facade. The water is clear, sometimes and sometimes not. But what lies inside is a different story. There lies ashes, fishes, quite many clashes, splashes, and maybe a few wishes. Maybe unfinished, maybe incomplete. The same sediments can throw cold, making the land alluvial. But once internally disrupted, they cause havocs. This is the story of a river towards its story of being a mighty river.

Richmond, Virgina- 1984 Sara Brooks is a 24 year old graduate student. She's almost a year and half away from finishing her PhD in English Literature. Standing near adulthood, she toes the line between leading a life she chooses versus the one that's been planned for her. She's always been the responsible one, the one who plans, who drives, and this weekend the maid of honor for her best friend Janie. The night before the wedding brings them to a bar, Lester's, an establishment their friend group used to haunt in their college days. That's where she meets him. Rough around the edges, quiet, looks straight out of a Springsteen song. I Can Take You Higher is a romance about the smaller details and choosing someone. The story navigates class, female friendships, found family, and a slight age gap, all set to the scene of the mid 1980's in the south. Loosely inspired by the song and music video for I'm On Fire, the story contains a lot of iconic 80's music some explicitly mentioned, others in the title of the chapter, feel free to listen as you read.

Some loves are not written in ink. They are carved into bone, sealed in blood, and buried in silence. He was born beneath a name the world worshipped - raised in light so bright it never let him belong to himself. She grew where no one cared to look - a girl the world forgot before it ever knew her. And when they met, it was not destiny that reached for them - it was something quieter. Older. More dangerous. Not gentle. Not kind. Not meant to survive. In the smoke-stained winter of 1975, beneath a dying tree and a sky heavy with unsaid things, he saw her. A moment. A glance. And something irreversible took root. From then on, every tomorrow carried her shadow. Every breath learned her name. Every silence began to sound like prayer. But love does not remain pure in a world ruled by power. The blood that made him golden demanded obedience. The silence that kept her safe demanded sacrifice. And between them grew a devotion that could not exist without consequence. When the darkness finally came for them, he did not ask for mercy. He did not ask to be saved. He only bowed his head and whispered into the ruin: For her, I would burn again. For her - a thousand times over Even if time erased them. Even if the world never knew. Even if she one day forgot his name. Some loves are not meant to be remembered. Only endured. Only carried. Carved where no one can see. Carved in his bones.

Y/N is Bon Jovi manager.❤️

They say demons are better than humans and maybe they're right. Because this is a story where a demon carries more humanity than any man ever could. A story where he's ready to burn the world if anything happens to her. Where he'd rather sacrifice himself than let her fall. Every chapter will open with a new mystery and end with a new beginning. Chronicles of Shadow and Soul will take you into a world you've never seen, where two realms collide and create a dangerous fusion called love. I hope you feel every heartbeat of this tale and see the world through its fire. Thank you for being here. Thebookofbrokenwings.... TROPS: • Forbidden love between two worlds • "Touch her and you die" energy • Love that defies destiny • The monster who loves only her • Protect her or burn the world • He falls first, she heals slow • Morally gray male lead • "I'd rather die than hurt you" moment • Love born in darkness, tested by light.

හිතේ කකියන හුඟක් දේවල් ඇස් පියන් මට කියන්න... නුඹයි හිටියේ මගේ තනියට මගේ කියලා දැනෙන්න... Bkive_Haze

𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚢❤️ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... ~ the art of romanticizing life, melancholy and to put it simple: deep thoughts ~ ...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. Over quite some time I gathered a little collection of different pieces of poetry which are all very personal to me, but which I would also love to share with the world. As an outlet for my thoughts ~ Each part will also feature a picture of the original piece I once wrote into my little book. My friends say my handwriting's pretty, I hope they're right. - no kidding ; ) really, I would appreciate it, if u took a look inside. <3 ongoing ~ more chapters every week xo, S🌹❤️ started 12/04/2023

𝙔𝙪𝙣 𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙞, 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙯𝙖𝙖𝙧... 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧~ *** 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. *** ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇꜱ 🤌 ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ x ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ 90ꜱ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ #1 𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒏 20/11/2025 | 04/01/2026 #5 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒏 06/12/2025 #1 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 18/01/2026

𝓘 kissed her face, and 𝓚issed her head. 𝓒𝓛𝓞𝓢𝓔𝓓 . . . ── © discophoria 2026

"A Chuisle mo Chroí," he whispered in Irish. ~just a guilty pleasure story for those who wish to be immersed in the early 60s and feel closer to JFK The future is uncertain. There are disparate outcomes. You decide. •••• #1 in jfk #1 in kennedy #1 in johnfkennedy #1 in olderguy #1 in 1960s #1 60s WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS THIS STORY IS CRINGY KEEP THAT IN MIND • This is not a Lolita story-it's a doelette story, meaning that the relationship is not abusive and the protagonist is not a minor. She is a young adult that just acts childish sometimes, but again, it's a consenting and loving relationship. If you are uncomfortable with age gaps just ignore this story, it's probably not for you. •Possible triggers, read at your own risk! •This is sort of an alternative universe. Some events may not be depicted and some may be made up. •This story has two different endings/timelines !If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad or WeInk you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to my Wattpad profile (brooklinebaby). Thank you.

A story that attempts to reconstruct the past ● to put together the pieces of the puzzle ● all the pieces available ● while remaining as faithful as possible to what we know. ●

Kim Woonhak × Myung Jaehyun

බහින ඉර, මුහුද සහ ඔබ "ඇත්තටම මොකද වුණේ මිනී? එයා ගියෙ කොහොමද?" සිතාරා දකුණෙන් නූල අල්ලගෙන ඉදිකට්ට කහපාට ලයිට් එළියට ඇල්ලුවා. කණ්නාඩිය නහය උඩට වැටුන නිසා ඇය ටිකක් ඔලුව උස්සලා හෙලෙව්වා. ඒත් කණ්නාඩිය රැදවුනේ නෑ. නූල තිබ්බ අතේ මැණික්කටුවෙන් හරිගස්සගත්තා. ඒත් අත අහකට ගන්නකොට තමයි ඈ දැක්කෙ දිලිසෙන කළුපාට ඇස් දෙකක් නහය ඉස්සරහම ඉදන් ඇගේ අත් දිහා බලන් ඉන්නවා. "කෝ දෙන්න ඕක" ඇය දුන්නා. මිනර්වා නැගිටලා ඒක ඇගෙ ඇස් මානෙටම අරගෙන නූල දැම්මා. ආයෙත් සිතාරගෙ මූණටම නැවිලා ඉදිකට්ට නූලත් එක්ක ඇගේ අත උඩින් තිබ්බා. නිකන් නෙවෙයි, එක එල්ලේම රන් වන් ඇස් දිහා බලාගෙනමයි. සිතාරාත් ඒ ඇස් දිහා මාරුවෙන් මාරුවට බලන්නට වුණා. ඒ 'බලාගෙන සිටීම' පුදුම සහගත එකක් විය. 'ඇස් දෙකම දිහා එකවර බලන්න පුළුවන් ද?' ආයෙත් සිතාරගෙ සිතුවිල්ලක්. එක නිමේශයයි. මිනර්වා ආයෙත් වේවැල් පුටුව උඩ ඉදගත්තා.

Have you ever felt like Fate personally hated you? Well wouldn't you know- it seems I'm not alone. I've been personally antagonized by the only person I think is completely egotistical. The story unfolds in a busy American suburb during the late 1970s, where neighborhoods stretch into rows of identical houses, telephone wires carve lines through wide summer skies, and teenagers drift between record stores, diners, and late-night conversations about art and the future. Irene "Iris" is part of the town's small circle of art-obsessed misfits. With hazel eyes, paint-stained clothes, and a camera that's rarely far from her hands, she spends more time observing the world than fitting neatly into it. Her friends are the strange ones. The ones sketching in notebooks during class, arguing about music and politics, and quietly living outside the expectations everyone else seems comfortable with. Iris believes creativity matters more than practicality. Life, to her, should be about meaning, expression, and chasing the things that make you feel alive. The future can figure itself out later. Michael is almost the opposite. Quiet, sharp, and hard to read, he moves through the same spaces with a careful sense of control. Around most people he's distant and serious, the kind of person who seems to already understand where his life is headed. Stability matters to him. Plans matter. The future isn't something to ignore. When Iris and Michael first cross paths, their differences spark immediate tension. They clash over ideas, over priorities, over the kind of lives people should want for themselves. To Iris, he represents everything rigid and predictable about the world she wants to escape. To Michael, she seems reckless, drifting through life without thinking about where it might lead. Yet their lives keep intersecting in small, inconvenient ways...

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 fem oc 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍 ❝𝖶𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋.❞ 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𓏵 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝖱𝖾𝗒 𝖪𝖾𝗂𝗒𝖺𝖺𝗓

- A soft romance book with divine presence! Rich Man? Well it's Weaver x Princess trope. Shri Krishna giving the main character energy vibes and hears the prayers even if it's from Girl in white or a tarnished name. ˙ . ꒷ 🦚 . 𖦹˙- 𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 - 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓.

Those lines were meant to be hidden Loss griefing over a loved one That's no longer here Pure raw emotions They can be read in any order I don't use AI or anything else I write straight from the soul Raw feelings that pour out without control My lines may remind you about the old poets For I have read and learned and fathomed from the greats old poets from the beginning of time To all the lost souls out there who have somewhat found a way to these lines that I share with you unwillingly For these lines are meant for old souls that are trapped in a young body in modern times

- "My LOVE for you isn't bounded and you know this well" - "Leave Captain, the feeling of yours is just a SIN" A SIN! "The time will change, people will change along with, the days won't be same as well, just the thing will be same as for eternity is 'You belong to me & I belong to you'" What fate decided? An End or a new life? ~Start~ 2023/12/22 ~End~..... (Slow updates 🙇🏻‍♀️) Happy + Believe full ending for sure ❤

Don't read out loud. There are eyes embedded in the walls. They're real. -• Where are rest of seven letters?