Burning Stories

ට්‍රැක් එකක දුවපු මට‍ අවසානේ නවතින්න උනේ වෛරය වපුරපු නන්නාදුනන ඒ හිතුවක්කාර හිත ළග... වෛරයක් උනු උඹම අවසානයෙ ලොකුම ඇබ්බැහිය වෙලා..

To the World, he's the Devil. To her, he's nothing. And that is exactly why he will never let her go!!! You call it Obsession? I call it Devotion....and by the time I'm done, Luna, you won't need that scarf to hide. You'll only have me to Cling to!!!

Back when he was first made, Shadow Milk Cookie, a while after he came out of the oven, he stumbles upon a cookie called Nilly Cookie. As soon as Shadow Milk see's Nilly's heterochrome yellow and blue eyes, he gets lost in them. They become close friends (aka pining for each other) till the day Nilly finally dies, and Shadow Milk is left alone. Thousands of years later, he meets another cookie with the same heterochrome yellow and blue eyes. The problem, he doesn't remember were he knows those eyes from, but they still steal his breath. Pure Vanilla Cookie has had a problem sense he was created by the witches, he feels like he's not remembering something truly important. The only thing he can remember is the heterochrome eyes of light blue and dark blue and how they stole his breath. When he enters Beast Yeast with the others, he suddenly feels like his head is gonna split apart. Sceans that he doesn't remember happening start to flash through his mind. He doesn't know why, but he feels like he's been there before. And when he see's Shadow Milks eyes all his memerys of when he was Nilly Cookie come flooding back. Will Shadow Milk gain his memerys back of the cookie who stole his breath? Or will Pure Vanilla end up crumbling in greif due to Shadow Milk not rembering?

EVARA: SOUL OF THE DEVIL KING🥀🌕 "Three hundred years of silence. Three hundred years of ice. And then, I heard her heartbeat in the mist." In the glittering heart of Paris, Kael Throne is a god among men. To the public, he is the cold, untouchable CEO of a billion-dollar empire. To the underworld, he is the ruthless King of the French Mafia. But behind his charcoal bespoke suits lies a darkness that has bled through three centuries: Kael is a Devil-Vampire, cursed to walk the earth in frozen isolation until he finds his "Perfect Match." For three hundred years, he felt a phantom pull toward a soul he hadn't yet met. Until the night he found her in the deep, misty forest of France. Tora is a girl made of sunlight and sweet intentions. An Indian international student living on the 21st floor of a quiet Paris apartment, her only worries are her university grades and her wild, dark curls. But when she wanders into the forest and is saved from a pack of wolves by a towering shadow with eyes like a winter storm, her world tilts on its axis. She ran from him. She escaped into the night. But in the damp earth of the forest, she left behind her most precious possession: her grandmother's gifted gold pendant which has her and her grandmother's pic together. Now, Kael holds her heart's greatest treasure against his own cold skin. He doesn't just want to return the gold-he wants the girl he has already renamed Evara. As the powerful Throne dynasty-from Kael's regal parents to his protective siblings-recognize Tora as the "Safety" who can anchor their family from the Devil's Curse, the hunt begins. But Kael isn't the only one watching the girl with the gold-chocolate skin. His rivals are circling, and they know that to break the Devil King, they must first extinguish his Sunlight. He has waited three centuries to find her. He won't wait another second to claim her.

One-shot about a fiery love........... #2 loveanddeath

His love for her blazed brightly like the fire he bended. His desire for her was fire red like the fire that was the cause of his scar. His need to tend to her burned brighter than the eternal flame. He was in love with her to the point where his blazing love for her, became a burning obsession| Yandere! Zuko one-shots| Reader-insert

After the loss of her parents and her innocence, everything about Brenda came to a halt: her life, her emotions, her ability to see herself as a young woman. In this heart touching story, forgiveness will be farfetched as Brenda’s anger pushes her to an irreversible extent. “But we can't go back. We can only go forward.” – Libba Bray

In a kingdom governed by threes and traditions reaching back to the very Founder, Calla must navigate the Accords and her own loyalties. Once dismissed as an outsider, she rises within the Krillian court's careful cruelty, the King's favor finding her more than some believe it should. Ares Valebrand, her shadow and sentinel, gathers half-lies and hidden knowledge, building the steps she climbs toward power. Yet as Calla grows more entangled in the politics of the rival courts, whispers turn to screams inside of her, and her body bears marks she cannot fully remember. Symbols that feel less like scars and more like pleads. Note: Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!! It is very appreciated.

About Love.

Paintbrush can control and manipulate fire?!

"He was my first kiss. Now he's my favorite mistake." He was the boy who held my hand during hide and seek... Now he holds my waist like he owns it." We were childhood sweethearts. Now we can't stand each other. So why does it still feel like love when he's this close? She drinks to forget. He smiles to provoke. Years after their hearts shattered, fate throws them back into the same party, the same room... the same fire. 💔 We hated each other for what we couldn't forget. ❤️‍🔥 But our bodies remembered every single thing. Four buttons open. One wine glass spilled. Two broken hearts. And one party that changed everything... A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers second chance romance full of spicy tension, sharp words, and soft moments they'll never admit they need. TWISTED FLAMES by A. S. Seran - where love burns brightest after it breaks. 🔥 Longer Intro Teaser for Chapter 1: The last time I saw him, he broke my heart. This time, he's breaking rules... and maybe the zipper on my dress. Kai Malhotra . The boy I used to chase around the frontyard. Now he's six feet of attitude, abs, and the kind of smirk that should come with a warning label. Me? I'm tipsy, tired of pretending, and in his arms again. Our matching heart tattoos were supposed to mean love between us. But when we're in the same room... it's chaos. Love isn't sweet anymore. It's messy, angry, hot-and dangerously addictive.

Poems for anyone, talking about everything, inspired by anything.

Like most teenage girls, Charlotte is insecure. She is scared of being mocked, afraid of not fitting in. So when a difficult divorce tears her parents apart, leaving her to move in with her brother, she closes herself off from the world. She finds a way to make herself believe that she's better off alone, that she is happier this way. But in reality, it's tearing her apart each and every day. Then Caleb, the 'popular' boy she never even dreamed of talking to manages to find his way into her life, stealing her heart before she even realizes that it's gone. Will Charlotte break out of her shell, or will tragedy be the final blow, sealing herself behind the walls she has been creating throughout her entire life?

His maddest desire