Love

From Crisis to Triumph
Liv was a confident, beautiful, intelligent, and popular girl in the 8th grade. Once her teacher gave them a project they needed to present their thoughts on it next week.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
183. Content Warning.
Stef never thought he'd be taking this walk. He was so nervous, even though this wasn't the first time he walked up here and stood in front of this crowd. Perhaps it was because she was in the audience.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Captain Zaid Zemeni
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Only the worthy can perceive it. “Strange thing to carve into stone,” Mac, my second mused. The words, old and eaten by rain and wind lined the arch of the perimeter gate. Behind it a castle thrust from cliff face, almost like a crystal that had grown from the stone.
By MikMacMeerkat2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath a Bloody Sky: Legends of Worswit – The Blood Rain Prophecy (unabridged)
Prologue: The river ran backwards the day the queen vanished. The skies turned shades of black, and the air thickened in turbulence as our airship drifted high above the violent, reversed waters that had once sustained us. Our eyes strained through the darkness, searching for any sign of our lost queen. This was the beginning of a prophecy long foretold—a curse that would plunge the kingdom of Worswit into chaos and civil war.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I remember it faintly. To others she was the Queen. To me, in halls unseen, she was just mother. Oh, my beautiful mother. How I miss her so.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Married To Vampire
The night was quiet, an eerie calm settled over the town. Ava sat on the edge of her bed, her heart racing with anticipation. The wind outside howled softly, carrying with it the scent of rain that had yet to fall. She looked out of the window, her eyes tracing the outline of the old mansion on the hill. It was there, behind the wrought iron gates, where her life had changed forever. A year ago, she never would have believed in the supernatural. Vampires, immortals, creatures of the night — they were things of folklore, stories to frighten children. But then she met him. His name was Lucian, and he was everything she had ever wanted: mysterious, darkly handsome, and irresistibly charming. She had crossed paths with him at a local library, where a simple conversation had turned into hours of deep, philosophical discussions. At first, she didn’t suspect anything unusual about him. His pale skin, piercing green eyes, and flawless features could easily be explained by genetics. But there was something in his gaze, something in the way he looked at her, that sent a chill down her spine. The truth had come to light one night when she followed him home. She had overheard a conversation in which he had spoken of a "blood banquet" and the need to keep "the pact" to preserve his immortality. Her curiosity had driven her to the mansion that loomed at the edge of town, where she finally saw what Lucian truly was — a vampire, a creature whose existence she had once dismissed as fantasy. He had been waiting for her. His smile had been warm, yet predatory. “Ava, my love,” he had said, his voice like velvet. “You should not have come here, but since you did, you must know the truth.” He had taken her hand, leading her through the dark halls of his ancient home, a place where time seemed to stand still. “I am not like other men,” he had confessed. “I am bound by an eternal curse, one that I cannot escape. But I can give you a choice. You may leave, and forget all of this, or you may stay... and be with me forever.” It had been a hard decision. She had never believed in the supernatural, and yet, in the depths of her soul, she knew that Lucian was offering her something no one else could. The chance to live a life beyond ordinary limitations, to be with a being who had seen centuries come and go, a love that would last for eternity. But there was a catch. To stay with him, she had to become like him. “I will not ask you to make that choice lightly,” he had said, his voice soft and full of sorrow. “But if you choose to stay, you will be bound to me forever.” Ava had spent weeks agonizing over her decision. She could not walk away from Lucian; the love she felt for him was undeniable. Finally, she made up her mind. She had gone back to the mansion, finding him standing by the grand staircase, waiting for her. "I choose you," she whispered, her voice trembling. Lucian had smiled, and in that moment, she knew her life would never be the same. The transformation had been painful, but the love they shared was worth every agonizing moment. Ava’s body had burned with the fire of change, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable level. When it was done, she stood before him, no longer human but something more. She was his equal now, bound to him in ways that transcended the mortal world. As the years passed, Ava learned what it truly meant to be with a vampire. The nights were long, filled with passion, but also with a dark loneliness she couldn’t explain. She watched as those she had once known aged and passed away, while she remained unchanged. The love she shared with Lucian was beautiful, but it was also isolating. No matter how much they loved each other, there would always be a barrier between them and the world of mortals. But she didn’t regret her choice. Lucian was hers, and she was his. Together, they would walk through eternity, their love eternal, their bond unbreakable. She had married the vampire, and in doing so, had discovered a love that defied time itself.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Do You Know Love?
Enjoying brunch at their favorite café, Sensi and Kora’s eyes aimed at Clara in silence as they enjoyed their meal of French toast, bacon, and eggs while sipping mocha. After completing their meal and waiting for the waitress to bring their check, silence still held on to the moment.
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
315 A Winter's Tale: Flakes-in-Tandem
No two snowflakes are exactly alike. Spiky, unique signatures mean no two are the same—unique as fingerprints. Even identical twins have different fingerprints, he thought.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Navigating Modern Dating
In recent years, online dating has taken a dramatic turn, with technology playing a significant role in how people connect, communicate, and establish relationships. From dating apps, websites and social media platforms, these platforms have opened doors of opportunity for those seeking love. Here's a practical guide to navigating the complexities of modern dating, with important tips to help you find true connections in a virtual world.
By Elias Adekomi2 years ago in Fiction
I Found Love in a Witch
Chapter One: The Bookstore Encounter Eliott Griffin had never been one for the mystical or strange. Raised in a world of spreadsheets, data, and logic, he had spent his adult life immersed in the rational world of architecture. Magic, if it existed, was something for books, movies, and those who didn’t want to face reality.
By mitchel marc2 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Eve Alone
On a snowy Christmas Eve, as lights sparkled in windows and festive music filled the air, a little girl named Lucy sat quietly in the back seat of her parents’ car, humming to herself. They were on their way home after a visit to her grandmother’s house. Lucy held a small stuffed bear, a Christmas gift, close to her chest. Suddenly, blinding headlights appeared on the road in front of them, and within moments, Lucy’s world was torn apart. She awoke in a hospital bed, her bear still in her arms, but her parents were gone. The accident had taken both of them, and Lucy, only six years old, was now alone. The days that followed were a blur of doctors, kind but distant social workers, and adults whispering in hallways. Eventually, Lucy was taken to St. Mary’s Home for Children, a large, looming orphanage on the outskirts of town. Lucy’s days at the orphanage were difficult. She was shy and withdrawn, her only companion her stuffed bear. Other children mocked her quietness and her sadness, calling her names and snatching her bear away whenever they could. They teased her about her tangled hair and her patched-up clothes. Lucy felt as if she were invisible, even to the adults in the orphanage, who had their hands full with dozens of other children and seemed not to notice her loneliness. The holidays each year were the hardest. Families would come to adopt children, looking at profiles and meeting children who laughed, smiled, and played. But Lucy, with her sad eyes and solemn silence, never drew their attention. Year after year passed, and she was left behind, feeling more like a ghost in the orphanage than a child. By the time she was a teenager, she had given up hope of being adopted. She focused on her studies and spent most of her time in the library, losing herself in stories about faraway places and people who found love and happiness despite their hardships. After aging out of the system, Lucy set out on her own, determined to carve a life for herself. She found a job as an assistant in a small publishing company, where she worked tirelessly, learning everything she could. She stayed late, took on extra assignments, and studied at night to build her skills. Her coworkers barely noticed her at first, but over time, Lucy’s dedication and quiet resilience caught the attention of her boss, who began to give her more responsibilities and mentor her. Years passed, and Lucy climbed the ladder in the publishing world, eventually becoming a senior editor. Her work became her passion, filling the void left by her lonely childhood. But despite her success, Lucy felt a lingering emptiness. She had never known real companionship or love, and the thought of opening up to others frightened her. One day, at a literary event, Lucy met a young author named Ethan, whose debut novel she had helped publish. Ethan was gentle, kind, and thoughtful, qualities that Lucy found soothing. They spent hours talking about books, their lives, and their dreams. Slowly, a bond began to grow between them, one that Lucy had never felt before. Ethan saw beyond her reserved demeanor and sensed the loneliness she carried. Patiently, he encouraged her to share her story, and, for the first time, Lucy opened up about her parents, the orphanage, and the years of solitude. Their relationship blossomed over time. With Ethan, Lucy found the family she had always dreamed of. They supported each other’s ambitions and built a life filled with love and laughter, something Lucy had once thought impossible. Eventually, they married, and Lucy found herself creating a home filled with the warmth she had longed for as a child. Years later, Lucy visited St. Mary’s Home for Children. This time, she wasn’t there to stay but to help others. She and Ethan had established a foundation to support children who grew up without families, offering them mentorship, resources, and, most importantly, hope. As she walked through the halls that had once been so cold and lonely, Lucy felt a sense of peace. She had overcome the hardships of her past, finding success, love, and purpose. Her journey had been long and painful, but it had also made her stronger and kinder, shaping her into the woman she had always wanted to be. And at last, on a snowy Christmas Eve, Lucy was home.
By Grace Guise2 years ago in Fiction
Lost Crown and Love
Chapter One: The Prophecy The storm raged across the kingdom of Aeloria, its winds howling through the mountain passes and driving rain against the stone walls of the royal castle. Within the castle, behind its thick, towering doors, Princess Elara sat in the cold stone room that had once been a sanctuary of warmth and joy. Her heart felt heavy, as if the weight of a thousand years of royal history pressed against her chest.
By mitchel marc2 years ago in Fiction