NEW NOVEL
Plz read my new novel TAMANNA-E-ISHQ and plz tell me how you feel about it . Its like : "Tumhe choone ka junoon mere andar aag ban kar jalta hai... aur main us aag mein khud ko barbaad karne ko t
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Like The Sky
The sky is proof that nothing stays the same. One moment it’s bright, endless, and full of promise, the next it’s heavy, storming, reminding us how quickly joy can turn into pain. Love is the same. Y
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DIAGNOSIS: LAZY COOKIE DEMON
so imagine this i go 2 doctor bc im stressed abt studies and the doctor is like tell me whats wrong and i say doc i think im dying from physics chemistry biology math and also boredom he just looks at
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Chapter 3
Shen Zhaoyi looked like her, but her aura was completely different. She was gentle and restrained; the flamboyant beauty and girlishness in her genes had transformed into subtlety and steadiness. She
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Reincarnation of a weeb chapter 3
The air, thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and ancient magic, hummed with a promise Tomba had finally fulfilled. Strapped to his back, the Weapons of Yek, pulsating with an almost imperceptibl
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My home
"I've been running, but I don't know where. I have no destination, no home to call my own, no sense of belonging or love. Yet, from a distance, I spotted a tree, a house, and some animals grazing near
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Chronicles of the Quad
Westview High wasn't just a building of brick and mortar; it was a living, breathing entity, its pulse set by the rhythmic clanging of lockers, the murmur of hundreds of conversations, and the sharp,
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The Tapestry of Formative Years
The old oak tree by the main gate of Northwood High had seen it all. Its branches, gnarled and wise, stretched over generations of students, witnessing first-day jitters, exam anxieties, whispered con
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A Romance Story
Elara was a creature of habit, her life orchestrated by the gentle hum of her espresso machine each morning and the comforting rhythm of her nightly classical music playlist. She managed 'The Avid Rea
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A School life story
The first bell of secondary school rang not with a gentle chime, but with the jarring clamor of a thousand gongs inside Liam’s head. He stood at the imposing gates of Northwood Academy, a grand old bu
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The Whisper of Cosmic Dust
Elara lived for the night. Not for the hushed sounds of the city settling into slumber, nor for the cool caress of the wind, but for the canvas above – the infinite, ink-black tapestry adorned with di
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GUILT of not helping HER ⚖️🍂🌧️
She is begging me to help her I want to too but is stopping me I don't know If I help will I be safe? Those eyes which pleading to me Will I also have these eyes someday if I help her She is dein
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No More Holding On
Sometimes you can feel it, the way someone’s presence starts to shrink. The conversations aren’t the same, the laughter doesn’t last, and the warmth you once felt is slowly fading. At first, you try
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Chapter 2
Here’s the English translation of the passage you provided. I’ve kept the tone polished and novel-like, so it reads smoothly in English while preserving the atmosphere of the original: --- Before l
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"The secretly wild, laid-back daily grind
Shen Zhaoyi was driving an unremarkable Buick, slowly easing onto the airport overpass. It was the first day Planet No. 8 entered Jingshi, with the air pressure soaring to 110 Pa. The plane trees fla
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Us and we
"Uwaah Raya I thought I told you to wake me up". A young girl of around fifteen years old, with her long messy sparkling silver hair, and her big periwinkle coloured eyes in a cute bunny pyjamas said
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Reincarnation of a weeb 2nd chapter
The world, Tomba learned, was a fragile thing, balanced precariously on the precipice of an ancient prophecy. Not the petty squabbles of kingdoms or the endless pursuit of power, but a deeper, cosmic
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Reincarnation of a weeb
The hum of the hospital monitor flatlined, a shrill, final note in the otherwise quiet room. Tomba, a boy of seventeen, drew his last breath, his body ravaged by a relentless cancer. His room was a sh
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Back to you
Avira had never been the kind of girl to ask for miracles. She worked for every scrap of peace she ever got. At sixteen, she’d been at the elite international school for five years — a scholarship k
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Day life
loud noise filled the entire classroom. students laughing, talking, gossiping, and giggling. all of them are conversing to one another. except for me— the main protagonist of this story, i suppose.
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