Nice Stories

"I am s..so sorry Arzain I was blinded by the d...deal" she was saying as she sobbed and hid her face in my neck and this women crying on my shoulders felt like the ground slipping beneath my feet not even her words and the truth hit me more than the sobs that were now drenching my shirt. There is always life treating us in ways we never imagineded and now they were all facing its complications. ~☆~☆~☆~ Arzain x Esra Love tangled with consequences and ego... Hayan x Haneen Find yourself. Hamza x Imaan Same response. Hehe!!! Read my novel and don't forget to vote and comment!!!!!

Cyan and Nice(Lin Ling) meet, during a charity event for Cyan's old orphanage.(Starts between episode 2 and 3)

In this world filled with Heroes and Villains but there is one person who is more powerful than All Might ane All For One. It's Hero X

(Brothers Name) was dead. And (Name) knew exactly who is responsible for is demise, exactly who she needed to hunt down. "Welcome to the stage, (Name) (Last Name), accomplished idol from humble upbringings, and younger sister of late renowned researcher (Brothers Name) (Last Name)!" So, despite the ravenous mournful pain panging away at her chest, (Name) would lie again - lying was the only way she knew how to love after all. As the light hit her face, she once again wore her perfectly charming smile, her eyes ominously dark with vengence. The cruel society that damned (Brothers Name) and the pathetic heroes who let (Brothers Name) perish would pay with their blood and misery, only then could her aching heart ever soothe its burdened rhythm.

Here are just some bat memes. 😂😂 I do not own any pictures, all credit goes to the respective artists. {Completed}

Callie Hayes has always been a quiet kid she moved to Valley Glen when she was 12 years old. After her father's 3rd overdose mother home schooled her till the 8th grade, then high school, change her (in this callie is 14 and ashtrayis 15) Mention of drugs,alcohol,and sex,etc

So basically it's a horror story, eerie vibe, dark, etc. I would describe it but I feel it would spoil the fun, sooo. Give it a shot. It's short I promise. Peace out✌️

This story is one that I just was thinking of making cause why the hell not. I've been recently inspired because my recommendations have me going on this. Have fun reading ranboo angst and other stuff. :)

jace cheated on clary so she left him for sebastian. what will happen? will jace get clary back? read this book to find out.

Everything was going to plan, the night was going perfect- until she got home...

Миний уншиж байсан хамгийн гоё зохиолууд тэгээд та нарт бас таалагдана гэж найдаад орууллаа

I just want you to hear my story. About falling in love, family, friends, and how everything goes wrong. You must think that I am some cold-hearted bitch. And I am. But I wasn't born that way. (I included one of my baby pictures so you can see how cute and innocent I was). I was made this way. You will find out why later. I really hope that you do read these letters. I put a lot of time into this and I just want at least one person out there to get to know me. The real me. The me before everything went wrong. Just read the first letter.

Vegna is a 15 year old girl, with dreams of beefing free. For her whole life all she had known was the vegan cult, they had kept her from eating animal based products, with the consequence of that being forced to eat a raw egg, and burned with a steak. The only person she can trust is her best friend bokchoy, who is quickly falling in love with her, but when Vegna meets a mysterious boy named T-bone, her whole world turns upside down. Can Vegna break free of her cult? One Girl, One Cult, A Dozen Raw Eggs

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Hinata never saw the importance of people; after all volleyball was way more important than any human could be...but there is one human he can't take his eyes off of, Kageyama Tobio. His rival, friend, and teammate. One of Hinata's favorite things about Kageyama is his very rare,genuine, smile. But does this love turn into something darker?

She was never the loud one. Never the favorite friend. Never someone's first choice. Hiba was the girl who did well in studies, obeyed her parents, and kept her feelings to herself. Every year, she had one close friend. And every year, that friend slowly became a stranger. No fights. No explanations. Just distance. In a room full of people, she felt alone. At home, she felt unseen. In friendships, she felt replaceable. "They think I'm angry," she once whispered. But the truth was - she was just tired of being left. As her loneliness grew, her prayers slowly faded too. Not completely. Just quietly. She believed in Allah - but she didn't feel close anymore. Until one night, when the weight in her chest became too heavy to carry alone. This is not a story about a perfect believer. It is a story about drifting... about returning... about feeling forsaken - and discovering that you were never abandoned. 📖 *"Your Lord has not forsaken you, nor has He become displeased."* - Surah Ad-Duha (93:3) 📖 *"And when My servants ask you about Me - indeed I am near."* - Surah Al-Baqarah (2:186) Sometimes people leave. But Al-Qareeb never does.

love can be so nice but at the same time so selfish, one day ur so pretty, hot, anything but bad , and another day , mean hurtfull,and completly bad

Sorry for the super short story! I was challenged to do it in 3 and a half hours, and that's all that I could get to! Have fun reading it!

Is Dream ready to know (name)'s love for him?

In a city where names vanish from official records every week, people begin to disappear-quietly, cleanly, as if they never existed. A young journalist chasing a small anomaly stumbles into a secret system that erases identities to control the city. As she digs deeper, memories start to slip, familiar faces feel wrong, and the fear grows: If your name is erased, do you disappear... or were you never real to begin with? في مدينة تختفي فيها الأسماء من السجلات الرسمية كل أسبوع، يبدأ الناس في الاختفاء بهدوء ونظيفة، كما لو أنهم لم يكونوا موجودين أبدا. يتعثر صحفي شاب يطارد شذوذا صغيرا في نظام سري يمحو الهويات للسيطرة على المدينة. بينما تحفر أعمق، تبدأ الذكريات في الانزلاق، وتشعر الوجوه المألوفة بالخطأ، ويزداد الخوف: إذا تم محو اسمك، هل تختفي ... أم أنك لم تكن حقيقيا أبدا في البداية؟