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𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬... 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. Once, he was a boy who believed she was far too chaotic for his peace of mind. She was the little menace who somehow always found a way to disrupt his carefully ordered world, and he was certain he didn't even like her. Years later, fate forced them into a marriage neither of them wanted, binding them under the same roof despite the distance that had grown between them. But she is no longer the loud, carefree girl he remembers. Life took everything from her, including her laughter, her innocence, and her parents, leaving behind a quiet woman who hides her pain behind a calm smile. Before their marriage, he made one thing clear: "Don't expect love from me." So she didn't. As they begin sharing a life together, he slowly starts seeing her differently, noticing the sadness she conceals and the strength she carries. Yet one question remains: if he remembers her so well, why doesn't she even know his name? A story of heartbreak, healing, and unexpected love, where old irritation gives way to feelings neither of them ever imagined. ×××× Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine | Marriage of Convenience | Forced Proximity | No Cheating | She fell first (or so she thinks) × He fell harder and harder.. It's just my first book pls don't judge my writing.. because there's noway I can be perfect.... . . .

❝ 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

#Book 2- "The stolen sovereignty"[ can be read Standalone] She was a nobody-a ghost surviving on quiet strength and borrowed stability. A girl who learned early that the world doesn't pause for tears, she had nothing that mattered in a world of luxury. No powerful family name, no past to protect her, and a future that belonged entirely to someone else's payroll. Until she stepped into *his* empire. He was the pinnacle of wealth, malice, and absolute power-the **Sinister Sovereign**. A man so obscenely rich he bought nations, and so terrifyingly ruthless that the world held its breath at his name. In his calculated, blood-soaked reality, humans were either tools to be used or obstacles to be crushed. He had everything, yet felt absolutely nothing. Until his dark, merciless gaze fell upon the simple maid sweeping his floors. It wasn't a sudden spark-it was a slow, consuming obsession. To the man who owned the world, her innocence became a poison he couldn't resist. In a world full of masks and greed, her fear, her quiet strength, and the way she flinched at his presence unraveled him completely. He didn't just notice her. He became obsessed with her. He started watching-quietly, constantly-claiming her space, her breath, her thoughts without ever touching her. For her, even meeting his eyes felt like danger. A man who ruled the darkness, feared by all, should have been nothing but a warning. She was only a maid. And he... was the man who should never have wanted her. But logic is a useless shield against a sovereign who refuses to let go. Will the innocent maid survive the guilt of loving the world's most dangerous man? Or will she realize that her quiet innocence is the only weapon capable of bringing the ruthless Sinister Sovereign to his knees? Step into a dark, intoxicating tale of power, trauma, and a forbidden obsession so deep... he would gladly burn the entire world to ashes just to keep his beautiful sin by his side.

පිටතට නොපෙනුනත් සමහර හදවත් වේදනාකාරී තුවාල පුරවන් ඉන්නවා... හිනාවකින් වේදනාව මැඬ ගන්න උත්සහ දැරුවත් ගන්න හැම හුස්ම වාරයක්‌ පාසාම ඒ තුවාල ඇතුලතින් රිදුම් දෙනවා... ​පිටතට හිනාවීගෙන, ලෝකයාට ශක්තිමත් වෙලා පෙනී සිටියත්... තනිකම තදින්ම දැනෙන හැම මොහොතකම තනියම හැඬූ ඇගේ ඒ අඳුරු, තුවාල වුණු ලෝකයට හිරු එළියක් වගේ ඇවිත්, ඇගේ ජීවිතයේ හැම අඩුවක්ම පුරවන්න උත්සාහ කළ ඔහු... ​වේදනාවයි, කඳුළයි, ඒ අතරම උතුරා යන ආදරයයි අතර දෝලනය වන මේ අපූරු ආදර කතාව... නමුත්.... ආදර කතාවක් විතරම ද??? සමහර රහස් යටපත් වෙනවා මිසක් අමතක වෙලා යනවා නෙවෙයි.. ඒවා හරියටම නිවැරදි වෙලාව එනකන් බලාගෙන ඉන්නවා එළියට එන්න... ​ඇයවත් නොදන්නා අගේ ජීවිතයේ වැළලුනු රහස්... ඇගේ ජීවිතයේ හැම අස්සක් මුල්ලක්ම පිරික්සමින්, ඇයව තේරුම් ගන්න උත්සාහ කරන ඔහු... ​මේ කතාව ආදරය ගැන විතරක්ම නෙවෙයි...!!!!

"Tum meri Jannat e Hayat ho, Khadija Gul!" ~Humain Sikandar It's a fan-fiction story of Muhammad Humain Salar Sikandar & Khadija Gul Jihan Sikandar. Characters belongs to the respectful real writers of the characters. Muhammad Humain Sikandar (Umera Ahmed) & Khadija Gul Sikandar (Nemrah Ahmad) but story belongs to us. (Wafa, Anisa and Amna.) Muhammad Humain Sikandar (Aab e Hayat) Khadija Gul Sikandar (Jannat K Pattay) Follow me on insta: @tozko_wafa ~Ranked 1st in #writersofinstagram on 9-06-2025~

Surayyah, a writer and the youngest daughter of Hausa businessman Alhaji Sanusi, rejected an arranged marriage chosen by her father. On the night of her engagement, she ran away and was hit by a car. Surayyah wakes up with no memory of her past. The guy who saved her, Dr. Muhammad, took her in and cared for her. With time, she began to trust him... and slowly, she fell in love with him. But there was one thing she didn't know... Dr. Muhammad is the same guy she was meant to marry, the same man she ran away from. And when she finally regains her memories... What will happen? Would she still love him, or hate him for everything?

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»

A story with JASPER members and their partners

To Stella, escape is a worn notebook and three pages of an unfinished story. To Ethan, escape is a basketball court and keeping his guard up. Between juggling high school, four chaotic siblings, and her job at Bro Crispy's Sammiches, Stella Sanchez doesn't have time for distractions--especially not the quiet varsity basketball player who just got hired. Ethan Thompson is used to being a guest in someone else's house and an outsider in someone else's town. He stays locked in, focused on the game and surviving his senior year. But after a late-night shift turns into a 24-hour diner run, their quiet walls begin to crack. In the stillness of midnight, they find the one thing neither expected: someone who finally sees them.

"Aparna!" Kaushik called her. "Hmm?" Aparna looked at him. "Come. Let's light the diya." He said with a small smile. Aparna's expression immediately changed. "Kaushik, I can't." She replied and quietly walked into the kitchen. Kaushik understood why she was avoiding the temple. So, he followed her. "Aparna, come. Let's pray first." He said calmly. Aparna looked at him. She was about to refuse again when Kaushik stepped closer and stood in front of her. Not invading her personal space. Just close enough to make sure she was listening to him. "Aparna, I know, you know this isn't wrong." Aparna looked at him silently. Kaushik continued, "Look, Aparna, I don't know why people consider it impure. But according to me, what could be more pure than this? A new life begins because of it." He looked into her eyes, and Aparna looked back at him. "You know about the Kamakhya Devi Temple, right? So you tell me, if this is impure, then why do devotees go there with so much devotion just to receive that period cloth?" He explained it calmly, without making her feel judged. For the first time since the conversation had started, Aparna spoke. "Kaushik, I don't believe it's impure either. But... Mom never let me go near the temple during my periods. And now, after doing this for so many years, it feels strange to me too." She finally expressed what she actually felt. Sometimes, when we follow something for years, it starts feeling right simply because it's familiar. Whether it's actually right or wrong doesn't even matter anymore. "So from now on, do what feels right to you. Eventually, that will become normal for you too." Kaushik looked into her eyes. "I'm not going to force you. If you don't want to pray, then don't. But if you're avoiding the puja only because of this, then maybe that's where you're being unfair to yourself. And that's why... I want you to do it." Aparna looked at him for a few moments. Then, with a small smile, she nodded ___

INTERNAL is a psychological supernatural thriller about eight strangers who receive mysterious invitations to a house party hosted by people calling themselves "The New Ones on the Block." None of the guests know why they were invited, and when they arrive, there is no host waiting for them-only a strange house that seems to have been prepared specifically for them. The story follows Shiro Narukani, an isolated eighteen-year-old still haunted by the deaths of his scientist parents and his older brother, Kuja, who died saving him years earlier. Shiro rarely leaves his apartment and has spent years talking to a mysterious second voice inside his own mind. Hoping to escape his loneliness for one night, he accepts the invitation and enters the house with seven other guests: Jakura, Patero, Asaka, Mina, Ren, Sol, and Dae. What begins as an awkward gathering quickly turns into a nightmare when the doors seal, the windows become impossible to open, and a distorted voice announces the true rules of the night: eight enter, but only one will be allowed to leave. The house forces the guests into games built around confession, deception, trust, and survival. Refusing to cooperate can trigger hidden traps, while lying or breaking the rules can have deadly consequences. As the days pass, the group begins to fall apart. Some guests die in the house's traps, others mysteriously disappear, and fear turns the survivors against one another. Alliances form and collapse as everyone begins to question whether the person beside them is a friend, an enemy, or the reason they were brought there in the first place.

When the world expects you to fit into their mold, how far will you go to write your own story?

Welcome to my little corner of Wattpad. ♡ This isn't a novel. It's my journal, diary, and update book where I can talk directly to my readers outside of my stories. Here you'll find writing updates, life updates, random thoughts, behind-the-scenes moments, announcements, little celebrations, struggles, breaks, and probably a lot of me rambling. ♡ I wanted a place where I could keep my readers updated without having to send everything through private messages. So consider this our little meeting place. Grab a snack, get comfortable, and come hang out with me. ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ - ISEKA / COLORFUL C.R.E.A.T.O.R. ♡

"ТЕТРАДЬ ЧИТАТЕЛЯ..." - это наблюдения за современной любительской литературой в её естественной среде обитания. Этот цикл эссе посвящён текстам современных непрофессиональных авторов, публикующихся на литературных интернет-площадках: Фикбук, Archive of Our Own (AO3), Wattpad и других ресурсах. Меня интересует не столько литературная критика в её академическом смысле, сколько внимательное чтение и разговор о тексте: его структуре, героях, композиции, языке, логике, эмоциональном воздействии

Dear future me, where are you now? At fifteen, Haru has a blank career form, a father who has already chosen his future, and a best friend who just read his writing out loud to the whole class. That night, he writes a letter to the man he'll become and hides it inside an old dictionary. Twenty years later, in a house full of moving boxes, the envelope falls out. The boy asked hard questions. The man still doesn't have all the answers. But he has something to say back. A quiet story about fathers and sons, the voices we're told to trust, and the letters we send across time.

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

Creative writing prompts with random ideas. such as poems, prompts, fandoms, pictures and more. this book is just a free write space. enjoy the short stories

As a screenwriter, Zhao Lusi knows exactly how to craft a perfect romance on paper. But after watching "Hidden Love" she finds herself completely captivated by the character of Duan Jiaxu.But When The actor that played the character , Chen Zheyuan is cast as the lead in her next drama, Lusi is forced to hide her quiet infatuation behind a mask of professional distance. Working late nights rewriting scripts and analyzing emotions brings them closer than she ever anticipated, even as she tries to salvage a fading relationship at home. But when her real life falls apart and her relationship ends, the boundary between the characters they create and the people they are begins to completely dissolve.