1800s Stories

"well.. I think I've feelings for you...hyung" " whaat?? Are you out of your mind? You're a guy and so me!! Stop this nonsense" 🚫Disclaimer This work is completely fictional there is nothing to take with reality. Don't take anything too serious. Well tbh I took idea from the book " since 1894" you must've read it at least once... But this story is different i tried to not make it like that. 😭uhmm yeah it can give vibes.

Aniceto of Río Eclipse has been blessed. Blessed by God. Blessed by the Holy Ones. - In 1896 in a city unclaimed by either side of the border, strange eldritch beings roam the town. Causing hallucinations, mass suicides, and one-off horrific murders, some women are blessed by the Holy Ones to bear fruit. Aniceto is not a woman. He might have been born one, but after he surgically removed his breasts with a saw and moved here, he is simply the doctor of Río Eclipse. After a strange night near the río, Aniceto knows exactly what happened to him. Delighted by the thing growing, molting inside him, he has truly been blessed. However, some Holy Ones are envious of the thing, and some townspeople fear for their lives after he begins eating live animals and biting fingers off. Either way, Aniceto doesn't care. He will gut you like a fish if you lay a hand on him or his son.

Living in a grand mansion, the Wellington family lived a life of luxury with their daughter, loyal pets, trusted friends, and a vast group of maids and butlers. One fateful day, the tranquility was shattered when mysterious incidents began unfolding within Kingston. The once serene atmosphere was now filled with tension and uncertainty, now aiming and causing the family to be vulnerable, including their one and only daughter and heir to the family fortune. Charlotte Wellington.

Just a bunch of fictional diary entries I came up with because i was bored lol ! Very Victorian-style prose and vocabulary A/N: This piece is stylistically inspired by older literary English rather than written as a strict historical or linguistic recreation of any one period. It's a creative exercise focused on voice and mood, not accuracy. Cover: Pinterest

Some seasons arrive with a whisper. Theirs arrived with ruin. Once among society's most admired families, the Ellery name now lingers in drawing rooms only as a cautionary tale-spoken in lowered voices, sharpened by scandal, and followed by pity. With her family's fortune in tatters and their standing in freefall, Lady Lavinia Ellery has learned that survival in high society requires more than grace. It requires strategy. It requires sacrifice. It requires marrying well. But when the dangerously elusive Lord Colton St. James enters her world-a man whispered about with equal parts fascination and fear-Lavinia finds herself entangled in something far more perilous than society's cruel gossip. Because Colton is not the sort of man who offers harmless courtship. He is temptation dressed in aristocratic perfection. A man of devastating charm, ruthless restraint, and secrets dark enough to destroy them both. As rivals circle, reputations crumble, and ambition turns even family into enemies, Lavinia must decide what she is willing to surrender for salvation. Her name. Her freedom. Or her heart. In a world of silk, betrayal, and whispered desire, love is rarely gentle. And some passions do not save you. They ruin you beautifully.

Liminality - noun A literary term associated with wandering between worlds or identities. wherever the wind blows. Enola Holmes x Anne with an E crossover fem oc x male oc ACT I // Enola Holmes -> writing in progress All rights go to Nancy Springer, the original author of the Enola Holmes books, and Lucy Maud Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables classic novels. Credits also to the directors and producers of the respective TV adaptations.

They thought a prince's life was easy- all about royalty, power, and status. But they never saw the dark side of being one. "Only they see him as a prince, not as a human." Tae York, the Prince of Scotland. A boy born into a crown, but never into love.From the age of three, he lost his mother-the Queen.And with time, he didn't just lose her...he lost a part of himself.Raised as a symbol, not a child, he grew up silent, distant, and isolated. He avoided people... avoided conversations...and somewhere along the way, even forgot what a smile felt like.A prince who lived, but never truly existed. But what happens when a girl meets him?Does she heal him... or become another chapter he cannot forget? At first, they didn't matter to each other. But slowly... everything changed.He fell first.But she fell harder. 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮... 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓵𝔂. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽... 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝔂𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓭. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓘 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮. ♡ Notice: this is only work of imagination. It's not connected to real life . In this story all Character are fictional don't thinking to about real life . Started: 5/4/26 Ended: ongoing Author: I hope you all are liked this book .if you are reading this then thank you so much for reading and appreciate a author ' book .

Written: December 1851 - March 1852; First Published: First issue of Die Revolution, 1852, New York.

Benjamin the oldest of the three Salvatore brothers makes his way around the world in search of Stefan and Damon. He finally ends back up in Mystic Falls for the first time since 1903....

When Esther Grey arrives at her best friend's farm with a satchel of old wounds and unsaid prayers, she is not looking for love, only a place to stay still. But the land has its own rhythm, and the people who tend it---Lydia, steady and sun-warmed; Elijah, rooted as the hills; and Matthew, the quiet traveler---begin to stir something long buried. In the hush of golden hours and the ache of almosts, Esther learns that not all departures are endings, and not all love stories are meant to bloom. Some are meant to be planted, quietly, and remembered. Where the Wisteria Grows is a tender, lyrical novella about friendship, longing, faith, and the quiet courage it takes to leave softly, with grace.

𝕸arielle Windel is a young scullery maid working for Cambridge Palace, where she happens to find herself struggling with poverty and the fear of being fired by the overbearing Housekeeper. However, as time moves achingly slowly on, Marielle ends up in quite the thorny predicament: should she fall for the sickly, insecure haughty younger brother of the heir? Or should she end up with the gentle, soft-spoken stable lad of the same establishment? Either way, both suitors carry consequences, and sorry Marielle only finds herself deeper and deeper into them.

After the dissapearence of her mother, Eudoria Holmes, Enola and her brothers are forced to move to a more subtle location. So the media doesn't ask them a million questions. She transfers schools two months in. She befriends the social butterfly, Brooke, her total opposite. Ivy and her minions is what every student hates about this school, and when Enola and Ivy's man become enemies, school becomes hell. A holmesbury fanfiction I own the plot but not the characters. Happy reading bitches!

gregory bridgerton returns home from eton showing up more grown and matured every course of time. celia sharma, hyacinth's dearest friend is roped into a arranged marriage and gregory is desperate enough to do anything to become her husband.

Hi! Thanks for clicking on this book. Please stay, it's urgent. You're the only one who can help us. You don't know me and I don't know you, but I know that you'll save us. I just have to believe that you will. Because if you don't...well, we have no chance.

The rain had vanquished its final drops Pulling the last of its liquid ropes Up the savannah and eloping away with the season Till it's next visit, it crowns this kingdom barren Then a much awaited lover comes knocking at the sky's door And the land of Indarari welcomes her with songs seldom sang before For the Moon of the Harvest only appears when rain plays it's annual hide and seek And hopes to stay long enough to silence a past that threatens to speak ••• The horse jerked, a sudden ferocious movement that made Dije fall off balance, all her grips loosening and she shut her eyes, waiting for the thump of her back hitting the rough ground and the grazing pain to radiate through out her body and free itself in a scream through her lips but none of that came. All that did was a warmth that enveloped her, holding her frame in a protective embrace. Dije opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she might find to be the cause of this alternation in events and indeed she was right to fear for holding her in his arms while kneeling in dirt, was a man. A strange stranger clad in indigo with incandescent eyes igniting a flame that pierced through her soul. Before she had realized it, Dije had pushed him off and sauntered to her feet, her head spinning from the rapidity of it all. "Who are you?" ••• Set in pre-colonial Western Africa against the backdrop of the 17th century Foulah revolt, this story promises to take you on an epic journey of loss, love and everything that lies in between.

In 1891, the world is ruled by men with gold in their pockets and blood on their hands. She was raised among the first kind. He rides with the second. Marianne Blackbourne is the daughter of the richest man of the west Mississippi. She is sent further west to marry a banker's son she's never met, a transaction of wealth for obedience. Her wagon is ambushed by a ruthless gang of outlaws. She and her brother are held captive in a camp ruled by violence and dust. Marianne finds herself surrounded by the kind of men society calls monsters, whom she calls Godless monsters. The gang's quietest yet most skilled and dangerous man, Rhett Gallagher, wants nothing to do with her. They clash. They challenge. And in the heat of survival, they begin to unravel each other-layer by guarded layer. She teaches him how to feel again. He teaches her how to fight. And together, they begin to ask the hardest questions of all: What makes a man good? Who gets to decide what is right? What is love? (baby don't hurt me, no mo~) Built from Dust, Bound to Dust is a slow-burning Western about blood, grace, truth and love. What happens when two broken souls find love in lawless, money-hungry lands?

A borrower traveling to London in search of his family finds himself caught by a bean who seems to lack any sort of company in his life. -------------- Hazbin hotel fanfic. Human Sir Pentious x OC (Platonic) WARNING: Violence Death Vore attempt

-The Butcher. Those who knew him, feared him. Those who didn't fear him, were dead. No one knew the past behind the man. This is his story.

Prequel to Emily meeting victor...maybe even an alternative ending to the actual movie