Novels Stories

My ක්‍රෂ්🥀❤... මගේ පලවෙනි කතාව තමා මේක🤭 මම හිතනවා ඔයාලා මේ කතාව අාදරයෙන් වැලඳ ගනී කියලා🤗 කතාව කියවලා කතාව අවසානයේ දී කතාව ගැන මොනව හරි අන්තිමට කියාගෙන යන්නත් අමතක කරන්න එපා එ්ක මට කතා ලියන්න ලොකු motivation එකක්❤ හැමෝටම ගොඩක් අාදරෙයි🤗❤

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She says, tearfully, "No one loves me, why are you doing this? I'm a stranger to you. You've brought me here to use me, haven't you?" Her eyes are brimming with tears. He's shocked by her words, but then he gently wipes away her tears with a handkerchief, looking at her face, and says," aap humri jaan hai ,mohbbat ho gyi hai is dil ko aapse bas itna chahte hai ki aap hume apne is bade se dil me ek choti si jagah de " (You are my life. I've fallen in love with you. My heart only desires one thing from you - to give me a small place in your big heart) . . . . . Cover credit by @03myficational

उपन्यास की भूमिका (Introduction) मेरे प्रिय पाठकों के लिए एक महत्वपूर्ण सूचना: कहानी की शुरुआत करने से पहले मैं आप सभी को एक महत्वपूर्ण जानकारी देना चाहती हूँ, जो आपके लिए जान लेना आवश्यक है। मेरा यह उपन्यास दिएहान मिंगुक (대한민국 - Republic of Korea) की ऐतिहासिक पृष्ठभूमि (Historical Background) और वहाँ के ऐतिहासिक राजवंशों, उनके उपनामों और स्थानों के धरातल पर गढ़ी गई एक पूरी तरह से काल्पनिक (Fiction) कहानी है। भले ही यह एक काल्पनिक कहानी है, फिर भी इस उपन्यास में आने वाले नए कोरियाई शब्दों और चीज़ों का सही अर्थ समझाने का पूरा प्रयास किया गया है। मेरी यही कोशिश है कि इस कहानी के माध्यम से मेरे प्रिय साथियों को मनोरंजन के साथ-साथ शानदार कोरियाई संस्कृति, वस्तुओं और नए शब्दों के बारे में भी बहुत कुछ जानने को मिले। आशा करती हूँ कि आप सभी को मेरी यह छोटी सी कोशिश और यह कहानी बहुत पसंद आएगी! आपकी लेखिका, 𝑲.𝑲

لقد اعتقده حباً من طرفيِ انا .•°★ علاقتهم كـ فصل الشتاء في برودته و قله دفئه و ظلامه لياليه ، هو وهي مثل الأول من يناير و الاخير من ديسمبر قريبين جدا لكن بينهم عام .... يعيشون معا كـ الغرباء لكن هل غريزته ستتجه لشخص آخر غيرها و هل سيسامح قلبها علي ذلك ....⏤͟͟͞͞★.

"They say no living soul dies twice. But they have never been Leo-the boy whose innocence was buried beneath the sea, only to rise again as a monster beyond the reach of bullets, carrying memories that not even his family's blood could erase."

লেখিকা - মেহেরুন শিফা "ভালোবাসা কখনো নির্বাচন নয়, কখনো তা নিয়তি। কিন্তু যদি নিয়তি ভুল মানুষকে তোমার ঠিকানা বানায়? এই গল্প সেই মেয়েটির-যে ভালোবেসেছিল সম্পূর্ণ, আর হারিয়েছিল নিজেকেই।"

Ela saiu de Veneza com uma mala e a certeza tranquila de que finalmente estava livre. Não estava. No verão em que Anna fez dezoito anos, ela conheceu Ethan - charmoso, mais velho, o tipo de homem que faz você se sentir a pessoa mais interessante de qualquer ambiente. Ela não reconheceu os sinais. Ela ainda não sabia que calor e posse podem usar a mesma cara. Ela terminou. Ela foi embora. Bloqueou o número dele e disse a si mesma que aquela era a última página da história. Mas tem gente que não deixa você escrever o próprio final. Quando Anna chega em Gynopolis pra começar a faculdade, Ethan já tá em pé na frente da sala de aula dela. E nada naquilo é coincidência. Medre, Garota é um thriller psicológico de queima lenta sobre controle coercitivo, a coragem que dá pra ir embora, e o que acontece quando a pessoa de quem você fugiu te encontra mesmo assim. É também a história de dois rapazes - um que nunca vai mudar, e um que talvez possa - e de uma garota aprendendo a diferença antes que seja tarde demais. Algumas histórias não terminam quando a porta se fecha. Essa tá só começando. Copyright © 2026 Juliana Resende. Todos os direitos reservados.

I've been writing for over ten years at this point, and over that time, I've gathered my fair share of experience and tips. I'm sharing that knowledge with you in hopes that if you're lost on how to become a good writer or want to improve your skills. This is the Writers Handbook. Wattpad is the only place 'The Writer's Handbook' should be posted. I don't write full-length fics on any other site. While this isn't a fic, it is still completely my work. All rights reserved.

*Warning: Might contain sensitive content such as cursing, torture, blood. **Art cover not mine **Currently in the planning stages so it's a slow update. Don't read it. I'm warning you. **Currently having writers block so message me if anyone wants to help 『Congratulations! You have been chosen by the system!』 『What is your desire?』 After her world fell into ruin, she was unexpectedly chosen by the System, and a mysterious man took her away to save her. That's how her dream went. Trapped in a white room in a body of a child for hundreds of years, blindfolded, never to see the light. Her days were dull and monotonous, until she decided to take her blindfold off and escape. She became a Traveler under the System, and entered her first world, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. Her forgotten, agonising, past. "She never shows mercy to anyone, destroying everything in her path. That's why she's always covered in blood" Her beautiful present. "Kim Dokja is the first friend I've ever made. You're also my friend, Yoo Joonghyuk" And.... "Pick up your sword, Yoo Joonghyuk" "......" "Pick up your sword, and fight me" In this story, there exists a Reader, Writer, Protagonist and Villain. "Who's the villain? Cheon Inho?" "Not anymore" 『● Accept the role assigned by fate』 ...and her inevitable future. [3000 to 5000 words per chap] Spoiler alert World 1: ORV + side story *** The blank canvas once asked: What is sadness? When a reader....became one who dreams... that is sadness. What is happiness? Cuddling a furry little creature! That is happiness! What is kindness? A cowardly but smart man who didn't hesitate to save her, that is kindness. What...is despair? When a protagonist.... dies for the villain.

'Khamoshi mera dusra naam hai...meri aawaz koi nahi sunta!' 'Phir main woh saaz hoon, jisme sirf aap ki dhun sunai deti hai Aap meri Dhun hai!' She grew up watching love turning into a war. He lost someone, not to death, but by destiny. PRACHI RAJVANSH, she doesn't believe in love and KRISH YADHUVANSHI, he stopped chasing it long ago. Bounded by traumas, scars and the cruel twist of destiny, the two broken souls are about to collide together. What will happen when their fates cross paths? Will it heal them? Will it destroy them? But, among the chapters they never wrote, there lived a girl who never knew her true identity, with her name forgotten, consequently becomes the bridge that connects two souls. What if the bridge never knew where it's began? What if the thread holding the two hearts never knew she was the knot?

labari ne akan wani madubin sihiri Wanda wannan madubi mallakar Sarkin Bakaken aljanu ne na farko lokacin da aka sana'anta madubin amma sai aka samu wani hatsabibin boka Wanda ya kware a harkar tsafi da tsatsuba ya tura aljanunsa suka kwato daga hannun sarkin bakaken aljanun sannan ya soma mulkar gabadaya halittun duniya har sarkin bakaken aljanun sai da yayi masa mubaya'a sanoda babu yanda ya iya dashi madubin nan yayi yawo a hannun masarautu daban daban daga karshe aka samu wani shugaban sarakunan musulmai ya raba shi izuwa gida bakwai sannan yasa kowane a cikin akwatin bakin karfe yasa aka kulle da makullin muftahul zarmal Wanda wannan makulli kafin kasame shi sai aka keta dajika guda goma sha biyu mafiya hadari a duniya suka kai akwatu ta farko izuwa Bahur akhlas teku mafi girma a duniya suka kulle inda sarkin aljanun ruwa ke gadinta akwatu ta biyu suka kaita izuwa bangon duniya na gabas akwatu ta uku suka kaita izuwa bangon duniya na yamma ta hudu suka kaita izuwa bangon duniya na kudu ta biyar ka kaita izuwa bangon duniya na arewa ta shida suka rufeta adaji na sha daya India kubar take ta bakwai suka rufeta a daji na sha biyu

A sudden noise made him turn. A guard was holding a boy in a black hoodie. The boy struggled to break free-his hood slipped off, revealing his sharp face and messy black hair. There was something strange about his expression. Not fear. Not anger. Something else. Something... knowing. "Liam..." His voice dropped. "...Can you see it too?" Liam froze. "How do you-" Suddenly everything broke. The world twisted around him. Sound disappeared. His vision blurred, like his body was being pulled in two directions. Silence. Liam opened his eyes. A desk. A different place. A different life. "It happened again..."

Mo Yeyan is a walking calamity. As the last heir of the slaughtered Mo Clan, he carries a "flame marked by pain and loss"-the Demonic Black Flames-fused to his very soul. Branded a monster by the world, he waits in the ruins of the Temple of the Golden Peony for a revenge that may consume him before it's complete. Then comes Bai Ruyan. A serene Taoist in white robes, he wields Lunar Qi and a calmness that should be impossible in the face of demonic fire. While the world flees from the "Black Flame Demon," Bai Ruyan steps closer, offering not a sword, but a mirror to the man burning beneath the flames. As the expansionist Crimson Heaven Sect closes in, Mo and Bai must navigate a world of manufactured fear and ancient conspiracies. According to a forbidden prophecy, when fire touches mist, "Chaos shall awaken to consciousness." In this high-tension, slow-burn xianxia, two opposites must decide if they will destroy the world or save each other from it.

"انهُ أستاذكِ" قالها وكأنهُ يُذكر نفسهُ بالحقيقه "أعرف." همست بها وهو قبضَ على المقود أكثر "وهذا لا يُزعجكِ؟" صمت،صمت طويل. "كُل شيء يُزعجني."

احيينا تخرج لترى كل الناس كانهم شخص واحد سواء ف الزي او التصرفات او الحياة كلهم تم جرهم الى قطيع ينفذون اوامر شخص يقنعهم ان الفكرة هي فكرتهم ولا يدركون انهم مجرد قطيع و يسخرون غالبا من اي شخص له اسلوبه الخاص في الملابس او التصرفات لانه خارج القطيع

A mysterious necklace with the power to grant any wish falls into the hands of an ordinary person. But every wish comes with a price. As his deepest desires begin to come true, the hero discovers that each wish brings unexpected consequences, pulling him into a dangerous web of secrets, choices, and challenges he never imagined.

In a fast paced world, reading stories was my past time. I was hoked with the different kinds of world building inside the novels and books that I've read. A princess. A prince. A hero. A villain. There are even thieves, dancers, doctors, soldiers and even magicians and swordsman that isn't present in the world that I live. Magic doesn't exist here. I love every kind of world that I read, the characters and events that unfold. Some made me mad, others made me laugh and then before I know it, tears would roll down my cheeks. They made me understand different forms of love. Tragic love. Undying love. Faithful love. Twisted love. True love. Toxic love. And an almost kind of love...they almost love each other. They almost made it. And one day, I woke up and told myself that I wanted to write one. I want to create a world too. A world with my chosen characters. A world where I would want to live myself. Though it was just one of my whims, driven by a surge of emotions, with the excitement of creating a world like the stories I've read and love. I was only purely acting on impulse but that day, I took out my phone and wrote online. It was a story I didn't even put much thought into. There are clearly a lot of typographical errors, missing words because I'm typing too fast, even grammatically incorrect sentences and plot holes in every turn of the pages. It wasn't much. But I can still vividly remember the joy I felt while writing. It was frustrating yet kind of liberating. It was fun and all, not until one day I woke up in the body of my main character. One thing came to mind then, 'I'm doomed!' + VintageConstellation A Writer's Whim Started: March 8, 2025 Ended: -

Apocalyptic scientific detective novels "Genes" PART II "Settings" All living beings in the world are governed by certain "settings." Whether it is their physical form or behaviour, these settings constrict and influence everything. Humans are no exception-settings dictate everything.

Hmmm labarina ta Ina zan fara tarihin rayuwa ta ahalina haduwata da Junaid ko Kuma da Muhammad. y rabb kudea kawea mu hadu a LABARINA y rabb tsumammiyar soyayyaya,aminci, heart break d .s.s. Note:to someone that is very emotional zea iya yin kuka🥹. Amman fa akwai soyayyaya hmm kauna iya kauna🥰♥️🔥. Kudai muje zuwa insha Allah you guys won't regret this journey. #FATIMA #JUNAID #MUHAMMAD.