Random short story's & poem's

Mehrul a 19 year old Sameer 25 years old She hates him but her heart doesn't He doesn't hate her but his heart want something more They had some tragedies From cousins to a couple Their life surely took a turnBut the turn they took was a good one just a few overly dramatic problems You can't complete a quest without a few hurdles🫶🏻--------------'MEHRUL WHO IS HE' sameer yelled 'HES NO ONE I ALREADY TOLD YOU' Mehrul yelled back 'Tell me one thing do you love me' he asked with tears in his eyes 'Are you really suspecting my love for you' she had tears in her eyes as well Hopefully only sameer Murat,saad,her mom Amal and hamad were watching Nobody else knew'YES I AM BECAUSE I CAN SEE IT WHY ARE YOU WITH HIM' sameer held mehrul wrist tightly making her wince in pain 'Why you can have girlfriends and go out with them and I can't even a guy friends' she said He doesn't even trust her even after these years he's the same *thwack* a slap made its way to her cheek She was standing there with her hand on her cheek And Sameer ran out of the houseTears flowing out of her eyes'Baba' she said looking at her father He came forwards He gulped 'Is this you' Ahmed asked his daughter 'Yes baba but-' another slap made its way before she could complete .....................'Mehrul open up please I'm sorry' he yelled constantly banging the door He was drowned with guilt How could he do something like that 'Hatt' hamad pushed sameer away and knocked a little softer 'Mehrul please khol do' he said loud enough for mehrul to hear 'Acha nhi Kia aap logo ne' saad to ahmed and Sameer Their heads were already lowered Ahmed doubted his own daughter The one whom he brought up with such love and he doubted his own upbringing

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When Invited To Their Cousin's Wedding, BroZone Emarks On A Road Trip Odyssey To Make It In Time To Perform, But This Trip Ends Up More Chaotic Than Expected. [This Story Will Have 7 Episodes]• Long Haul• Beached• The Ringmaster • Route To Nowhere • Illegally Sensitive • Bitty B-Roll• Just Married (To Doom)Book Cover & Artwork By @Opefulee

Fanny Price is a young girl from a large and relatively poor family, who is taken from them at age 10 to be raised by her rich uncle and aunt, Sir Thomas, a baronet, and Lady Bertram, of Mansfield Park. She had previously lived with her own parents, Lieut. Price and his wife, Frances (Fanny), Lady Bertram's sister. She is the second child and eldest daughter, with seven siblings born after her. She has a firm attachment to her older brother, William, who at the age of 12 has followed his father into the navy. With so many mouths to feed on a limited income, Fanny's mother is grateful for the opportunity to send Fanny away to live with her fine relatives.

Y/n had a reputation, a reputation that made him... Spooky... Jade had a reputation, a reputation that made her scary... And yet here they were, they couldn't stand each other but they could understand...*****Y/n Vega had spent the better part of his teens with his aunt Sonya, attending a prestigious Performing Arts school near him, quickly building a reputation as one of the most gifted students amongst the teachers and the title of 'The closest thing to a mafia' by his classmates.He eventually was recommended to Hollywood Arts High School and was accepted with no issue, even with the timing of the swap. His aunt was ecstatic about the move although she wasn't too happy that she would be losing her only nephew, she understood that he was reaching his goals and she supported him without a second thought.Y/n's reputation seemed to reach Hollywood Arts High School before he even did but that seemed like Need To Know information and as far as he was concerned, his sisters didn't need to know. He was here to learn and protect them, end of story...

Haitlin Brookes had no idea her life would change forever after she saved a young girl from being hit. Her instincts told her not to trust the girl's father or to get into his truck, but his persuasive manner and sweet talk got her exactly where he wanted her. Haitlin must devise a plan to escape before she become a permanent member of this happy, sadistic family.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty."The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied."Who is your father?""Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia.""Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."