Romance
🌟A Yuletide Love - Part 2🌟
Author's notes: This is part 2. Please see the link below for Part 1. Thank you! I’m a distracted mess in the days leading up to Yuletide, as I can’t stop thinking about the Green Man. Every time I’m outside, my eyes search for a hint of him among the trees, but I spot nothing.
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Chapters
🌟A Yuletide Love - Part 1🌟
Author’s notes: Please enjoy this mythical, fantasy romance. I wish all my Vocal friends a wonderful and joyful Christmas (or holiday season, if you prefer). May the ending of this year herald the start of a new and exciting year ahead!
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Chapters
A Kiss Under The Mistletoe’s Glow
The warmth of the King Head’s pub on that December evening was nothing short of magical. Every little corner was filled with festive decorations. Holly and ivy garlands were hung over the timber beams, with their lovely little sprigs mixed in with twinkling fairy lights that sparkled like tiny stars.
By Chelsea Rose2 years ago in Chapters
A Love Written in the Shadows
It feels like it happened just yesterday, but it was five long years ago—1,825 days or 43,800 hours. It was October 4, 2019, the day college reopen. Unfortunately, none of my school friends were with me, and I was new to the place. Dressed in formal attire wearing a solid black skater dress short sleeves and a simple pendant necklace , my mum’s watch to get good luck on my first day of college holding a small cross-body bag , looking tiny at 4 feet tall, I entered the campus with no clue where to go. The classroom location was mentioned on a board, and I said to myself, “It’s okay, Riya. Calm down. Let’s find the class and make new friends.”
By lakshmi .s2 years ago in Chapters
Lost But Not Forgotten
On my final move as a beacon attendant, I climbed the seventy-six winding press stairs and two stepping stools to the observe room, the number of steps the same as my age. The thwomp and catch of each step laid an foreboding foundation score. Something wasn’t right. At that exceptionally minute, Richie Tedesco was indicating a fire quencher at the burning electrical board in the motor room of his watercraft a few miles offshore.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Chapters
Heaven’s Light: An Angel’s Story
Fundamental Lobby at Blessed messenger Foundation was stirring with thousands of youthful wings as understudies held up for the visitor speaker who would bring the Christmastide Address. It was continuously a well-known Institute alum.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Chapters
Fate Between Shadows
Chapter 1: The Return The air in the town of Ardell was thick with memories, memories that Raisa had buried long ago—memories that the wind seemed intent on bringing back. She stood at the entrance of the quiet, desolate town, her gaze tracing the old streets that once held laughter, now only whispers. The late afternoon sun bathed the town in a golden glow, but it felt like the light could barely penetrate the heavy shadows that clung to the corners of the buildings. The scent of wet earth and rust lingered in the air, as though the town itself had never fully recovered from the storm it had weathered. Raisa hadn’t planned on returning—not like this. Not when her heart still carried the weight of unresolved questions. But when the news of the disappearances reached her, something stirred deep within her. The town hadn’t changed, but she had. She wasn’t the same naive girl who’d left ten years ago, running from a past she couldn’t bear to face. Now, she was a journalist, driven by a thirst for truth—no matter how dark it might be. She could hear the low hum of the old town square, the murmur of hushed conversations and the occasional creak of a door opening. As her boots echoed on the cracked pavement, she couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were watching her, hidden behind drawn curtains and half-closed blinds. It was as if the entire town knew she was here, but the people weren’t sure if they wanted her to stay. Or if they ever wanted to see her again. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts. A text message from her editor flashed across the screen: “Get the story, Raisa. This is bigger than you think.” She shoved the phone back into her pocket, her jaw tightening. She wasn’t here just for a story. She was here for the truth. And the truth, she had a feeling, would be much darker than anything she could write. --- It wasn’t long before she reached the old police station. The building, once a place of authority, now stood silent and decaying—its windows cracked, the paint peeling, as if even the walls had given up on remembering what it once stood for. Raisa’s heart pounded in her chest as she pushed open the heavy door. The musty air hit her like a slap, the scent of old leather and forgotten files lingering in the air. Behind the counter, a figure sat hunched over, scribbling notes into a ledger. “Raisa?” The voice was low, raspy, but it carried an authority that made her freeze. She looked up, eyes narrowing. Standing in front of her, as if he had been waiting for this moment, was Lorien. His dark eyes pierced through her, holding her gaze with a depth that felt unnerving, like he could see straight into her soul. His jaw was sharp, his posture rigid, and there was something about him that exuded an unsettling confidence. She hadn’t seen him in years, but the memory of him was as clear as the day they’d parted. There had been a time when they had been inseparable—two sides of the same coin, until everything fell apart. “What are you doing here?” Raisa’s voice was steady, though the sudden rush of emotion caught her off guard. The memories, the betrayal, it all came flooding back. Lorien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a slow step toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. "You came back for the story," he said, his voice like a whisper against the thick silence. "But the truth... it’s not what you think." Raisa bristled, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. “What do you mean?” Lorien's gaze darkened. “There are things in this town—things you won’t want to uncover.” His words hung in the air like a warning, but Raisa wasn’t here to be cautioned. Not anymore. She was here to find answers, no matter how deep into the darkness she had to go. "You think I’m afraid of the truth?" she asked, voice trembling with something other than fear. Something dangerous. She had nothing left to lose. His lips curled into a slight, knowing smile. "No. But you will be." ---Thank
By Maimuna Parvez Raisa2 years ago in Chapters
Early Personality and Traits
The early years of a child's life often lay the groundwork for the person they will become. For this individual, his childhood personality traits were a blend of natural curiosity, resilience, and quiet introspection. From a very young age, he exhibited an insatiable curiosity about the world around him. Whether it was asking endless questions about the things he saw or the constant desire to explore, his mind was always active, always searching for new knowledge. This curiosity wasn't merely about understanding how things worked; it was a deep-seated need to understand people, relationships, and emotions. As a child, he would often sit quietly, observing the world around him, taking in the smallest details that others might miss. This reflective nature shaped his perception of the world in ways that would influence his decisions and interactions for years to come.
By DINESH KUMAR SHARMA2 years ago in Chapters
Ashes of Silent Tears
Chapter 1 "Edward, have you ever imagined that our love story would end like this? We can never be together ever again! The pain, the love, the guilt, and the shame are killing me," says Samantha with a heart full of pain and tears in her eyes.
By Amber Monsoon2 years ago in Chapters
