Words Stories

AMBY'S GRAND FAVORITE 2025 🏆 How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves? This book is a reflection of my journey through the ebbs and flows of life-of repeatedly learning the essence of love, learning the pain of isolation, and finding myself again. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. #1 in poembook [7-31-25] #1 in poemcollection [7-30-25] #1 in poems [9-05-25] #1 in thoughts [8-25-25] #1 in poetrycollection [12-25-25] Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the photos used in this book. All images were sourced from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. If any image belongs to you and you wish for it to be removed or properly credited, please contact me and I will take action immediately.

I Created This Book for those who are ready to make changes in their lives, to move forward and begin to build their own Best Version of Themselves. Like My Page: Best Version of Yourself Instagram: raysalvador07

Front cover art ain't mine -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A fanfiction about the Roblox game Forsaken!

If poetry and quotes are something of your interest, then within this book you'll find one poetry or quotes after the other and the other. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

•A collection of whispers left half said, never reaching their hearts.❣️ • Updates on Sundays & Wednesdays.

Aya's life was never hers to control. Trapped in a marriage that left her scarred and broken, she never thought she'd escape, until the night fate took matters into its own hands. Now, as she struggles to piece together a life for herself and her daughter, Anaya, the last thing she expects is to cross paths with Eli-the doctor who once witnessed her at her weakest. Eli has his own ghosts to confront. When he sees Aya again, memories of the past resurface, along with emotions he never fully understood. Whereas Aya is guarded, wary, and unwilling to let anyone past her walls. But something about her calls to him, stirring a need to protect, to heal, and perhaps... to love. As Aya fights against the shadows of her past, can she allow herself to trust again? And can Eli prove that some wounds aren't meant to break a person-but to make them stronger? Read to find out ;) #1 -halalromance #2 - muslimstories #6 - hijab

when it's too much, i write so i can be okay

This is where I spill thoughts, poems, and late-night feelings - one cup of chai at a time. Just me, my typewriter, and maybe you. Diary. Poems. Letters.

Hi there! I'm Bobbi! Naturally, as a fanfic writer, I have a lot of ideas! And I also know that, as a reader, you'll have ideas to request! So that's what this is! PLEASE read this and vote on chapters so I know what you'd be interested in. More info within, sweeties~

Front Cover Art Isn't mine! • . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. • · · A Forsaken fanfiction that revolves around the ships of DoubleFedora and iChance!

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i write short poems

Just some thoughs about life. What inspires me or what I think about in my everyday life. This is my way of beeing creative and expressing myself♡

piles of pearls and buttons' is a little collection of sentences my brain came up with in the middle of the night. To make my thoughts shut up, I have to write them down. And to get some deeply desired attention, I have to blurt them out loudly.

Hi guys It's my poetry collection Self written poems Hope you all read and like Also don't forget to comment your favourite line of each poem Authorbysoul

WARNING: My poetry will be short, and probably will suck ? Feel free to read though. ;) (Highest Rank #72)

Words are bullets. Readers are targets. Come all, the loud and the silent! Dive into this merriment. Hi there! This is my collection of poetry & prose divided into three parts: When she hurts When she heals When she soars