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"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha

started off drew starkey but now they're all rafe cameron😜 almost all have smut, (PG-13) means no smut assume MC is on the pill, unless i write otherwise lol some are long, some are short. some have smut, some don't-who knows? 🤷♀️ enjoy :) the newer ones are better don't read the old ones🤢 still editing a few, so if you notice mistakes or inconsistencies... mind your business 😋 don't 4get to vote pleaseee😍😋😘

Somewhere in the south of France, 2021. A lost writer encounters a lonely driver. ━ Charles Leclerc x Fem!OC (slowburn/friends to lovers)

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

Some moments are meant to change everything and for Ishan, it was supposed to be perfect, a quiet beach, decorated with care and trembling hope, a question he had held onto for years, and a heart that had finally gathered enough courage to speak. At eighteen, standing on the edge of something that felt like forever, he believed love was simple-pure, patient, and worth every second he had waited. But not all stories begin the way we plan them.Because before the words could be spoken, before the moment could become a memory, everything he had built was reduced to ash. And in the middle of that destruction, he met someone he was never meant to cross paths with. That night wasn't just the end of something Ishan had dreamed of. It was the beginning of something far more dangerous because some people don't just walk into your life-they change the direction of it and sometimes, what starts with anger...doesn't stay that way. In a world where nothing is as simple as it seems, and every choice carries a cost, Ishan is about to learn that love isn't always gentle-and truth doesn't always come without consequences. Somewhere between what he feels and what he's yet to understand, a story begins to unfold-one that will test loyalty, blur intentions, and force him to question everything he thought he knew. Because not every connection is innocent. Neither every silence is empty and nor every beginning is what it looks like. "Some begin with love or Some begin with lies"-This one begins "in between"

Some secrets are buried for a reason.

➪ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨? 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝙗𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙨.

نینا:تەمەنی تەنها 15ساڵان بوو لە شاری سئیۆل لە گەرەکێکی بچووک دەمایەوە بە تەنها چونکە بەهۆی دوژمنەکانی باوکیەوە تەواوی خێزانەکەی لە دەست دا و تەواوی موڵک و سامان و هەرچی لە باوکیەوە بۆی ماوە و ئێستاش تەنانەت دوژمنەکانی باوکی لە دەور بەری ئەون لە لایەکی تریش داپیرەی ئالان دەیەوێت فێڵی لێ بکات بەهۆی پارەیەکەوە و هەموو کات خۆی لێ نزیک ئەکردەوە بەڵام بەو دواینەوە. هیچی دەست نەکەوت لە کچی کوڕەکەی وازی هێنا و باوەڕیش ناکرێت کچێکی بچووک ئەو هەموووە ئازار و کارە لەسەر شانی قبووڵ بکات و بەرگە بگرێت «هەست بزووێن،سەخت،رۆمانسی»

Dew Jirawat, Dew is a 29-year-old mafia boss born and raised in Bangkok. He is powerful, ruthless, calculating, and feared by almost everyone around him. After growing up as an orphan and witnessing the darker side of life, he built his empire through connections, money, and power. He trusts almost no one and shows little emotion. To Dew, bloodshed is simply part of the world he controls. He has everything-wealth, influence, and loyalty-but has never loved anyone and has never been loved. Love has never had a place in his life. Tee Teeradech, Tee is a 26-year-old writer from Chiang Mai and the secret author behind the famous name "Writer Alpha." His stories are loved by thousands, but nobody knows his true identity. Tee is the complete opposite of Dew-cute, cheerful, extroverted, kind, and warm-hearted. His expressive eyes and playful personality often make him seem as cute as a cat. 🐱 He has many friends and is loved by everyone around him. However, beneath his sweetness is a stubborn and outspoken side. He isn't easily intimidated and always speaks his mind.

This collection of poems is a reflection of my thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Through these poems, I have tried to express the feelings and ideas that are often difficult to put into words. Each poem carries a different emotion, thought, or perspective, allowing me to share a small part of how I see and feel about the world around me. This collection is a journey through emotions, imagination, nature, relationships, and the little moments that leave a lasting impression.

Memory's dreams were filled with visions of places she'd never seen, of people she'd never met. The strange incidents haunted her, stealing her sleep and leaving her weary and on edge. The lack of sleep, coupled with mounting stress, began to chip away at her sanity. Voices, barely audible whispers, began to weave their way into her consciousness. Terror gripped her heart. Was she losing her mind? Desperately seeking solace, she confided in her childhood friend, only to discover that she, too, was plagued by the same unsettling phenomenon. With a desperate resolve, Memory decided to try to confront her fears head on. But before she can truly faced them, she died. Tragically. Without warning. Without a pause.

A poetry book 📖 I put out whatever my heart desires to write 💌 Positive feedback is always welcome!🤗

Maybe I write the words , I wanted to hear ?

These are short stories for the shipping of Ash Ketchum and Misty! enjoy the short stories and oneshots of this book.

I killed her. More specifically, I killed her in **Chapter 37** of my own novel. It was supposed to be the perfect ending-a tragic sacrifice that would make readers cry. Instead, I woke up inside the very story I wrote... as **Vivienne**, the girl destined to die. Now every chapter brings me closer to the fate I created. Armed with the memories of the original plot, an unpredictable Story System, and a world that seems determined to correct every change I make, surviving should be simple. Except the story is changing. Characters are making choices they never made before. Secrets I never wrote are beginning to surface. And somewhere within the pages of my own novel, someone else is rewriting the ending. If I can't escape the story... I'll have to survive the chapter where I killed myself.

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Failed relationships collected like trophies, making Irene believe that she is just unlucky to get herself a man. Ian would always be there in her every heartbreak, silently encouraging her to keep going. Associating with Ian from school days to adulthood makes Irene finally admit that being unlucky is not all to the failure of getting a man. But, they - the boys she dated - were not him. They weren't Ian. How will Ian note down her confession and process it all?

Asher Blackwood moved to a small town named Maplecrest. On his way to school he stops at a coffee shop where a handsome stranger steals his coffee. And this stranger just so happens to go to the same school. And shares a locker with him. Will this stranger not only steal his coffee but also his heart? ~~ Hayden Fletcher,son of the well known architect Marcus Fletcher,has lived his whole life in Maple Crest. He's outgoing,smart and an artist at heart. He manages to keep his 'perfect' life together but then he meets a stranger with pretty brown eyes and he falls head over heals almost instantly. But will he be able to handle the pressure of his father's expectations to be the perfect son and take over his business and leave behind the boy he loves? Will he give his everything to the love of his life,even if that means facing his greatest fears?