Love
A Story That Goes Beyond Distance: Timeless Love
The First Meeting, Part I Riyan was never one to fall in love right away. That was prior to meeting Aisha. Their paths crossed at the riverside park on a warm autumn afternoon. With delicate pencil strokes, Aisha, lost in her world of sketches, was capturing the sunset. Her scarf was blown into Riyan's feet by a sudden gust of wind. Their eyes met for the first time as he turned to hand it back after picking it up. As a result of Aisha's grin, time stopped. It wasn’t just her beauty that captivated him—it was the warmth in her eyes, the serenity in her presence. Their conversation began with a straightforward "thank you," but it soon turned into hours of shared dreams, laughter, and interminable tales. Chapter 2: Love Blossoms
By Robin Kanti Deyabout a year ago in Fiction
Here's to friendship
Jocelyn and Andrea met in high school. They were both on the basketball team in senior year, liked the same music, and shared a taste in boys. Derek was their main heartthrob. They’d both known him from ninth grade and, even before they’d met, both girls were doodling his name, and a selection of hearts, in their notebooks and binders.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Fiction
The Game of Secrets
In a quaint little village, nestled on the banks of a river, stands an old house brimming with mysteries. Within its walls lies a hidden treasure, but uncovering it is no simple task. Each year, the villagers host a game known as Raaz Da Khel. In this game, everyone must tackle various challenges, and the victor gets to claim the treasure. However, this isnt just a game for fun each task carries the risk of death, and tragically, someone loses their life every year.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows III: Whispers from the Crypt The days bled together after the prince’s offer. Vera wandered Blackthorn Hall like a ghost herself, her fingers trailing over the relics of her father’s obsession. The skulls seemed to watch her now, their hollow gazes heavy with secrets.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Raven’s Wings
The Raven’s Kiss The first time I saw her, she was standing at the edge of the Wood, where the mist curled like phantom fingers around the ancient oaks. Her gown was the color of a moonless night, her lips darker than spilled wine. She did not speak—only smiled, and in that smile, I felt the weight of centuries.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
