Young Adult

The Bone Collector's Daughter - IV: The Original Sin
Don't forget to read the first three! The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
Ties That Never Break
The first time Maya met Rhea, she was crying in the school hallway. Maya, shy but curious, approached her with a piece of candy from her lunchbox and asked, “Are you okay?” That small gesture, at just nine years old, became the first thread in a bond that would last decades.
By k zarmalabout a year ago in Fiction
3 Impressive Hot Wheels Star Wars Series.
Introduction When two beloved franchises collide, magic happens. Hot Wheels, the iconic die-cast car brand from Mattel, and Star Wars, the legendary space opera from Lucasfilm, have joined forces over the years to create some of the most visually stunning and collectible toy series in history. With their roots deep in pop culture, both brands have fans spanning multiple generations, and the Hot Wheels Star Wars collaboration has become a must-have for collectors, fans, and enthusiasts alike.
By Krypton about a year ago in Fiction
"The Crimson Dharma” Recovered journal pages. Author: Unknown. Content Warning.
ENTRY 1 – DAY 0 They told me it was enlightenment. That the path to truth was paved in silence, discipline, and the shedding of flesh. They handed me robes the color of dried blood. The compound gates closed behind me with the sound of something ancient being buried.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Always
Part 1 - Who Is He? Carlene Haiden is the only sister of Matthias Ryker, and she has secretly held feelings for Alaric Cort, her brother’s best friend. Alaric used to visit their home often during school years, but one day, he vanished without a trace—right after Carlene confessed her love through a letter.
By HazelnutLatteaabout a year ago in Fiction
Defeating Divorce
Part 1: The Fracture The silence in the kitchen was not just the absence of words; it was the echo of a love unraveling. Angela stirred her coffee without drinking it. Across from her sat Mark, flipping through the news on his phone, though he hadn’t read a word. The tension wasn’t new—it had grown like ivy, slow and stubborn, over the past three years. What began as petty arguments had calcified into emotional distance. Angela finally broke the silence. Do you think we’re still in love? she asked, her voice flat. Mark didn’t look up. I don’t know.
By Sarwar Zebabout a year ago in Fiction
Tiger Spirit of the Old Shop. Content Warning.
''Tiger Spirit of Old Shop'' Deep inside the forest of the northern highland,''Philip'', a middle-aged man and an old hunter in the village of Ban Huai Piang, was there. He resided with his wife and children in a hut at the extremity of a rice field. Despite all of it's bad, one thing that kept Philip strong enough to keep fighting was the smile of his little son and the sound of his wife's laughter, she always sent food and water for him when he would sit in the middle of the forest.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Elevate Your Life
The Turning Point: A Journey to a Better Self" Arman Ahmed was a 27-year-old graphic designer working in a mid-level advertising firm in Lahore. From the outside, his life seemed decent: a stable job, a small circle of friends, and an apartment in a peaceful neighborhood. But inside, Arman felt a quiet storm brewing. He often woke up tired, struggled with motivation, and spent hours scrolling through social media, comparing his life to others’. Deep down, he knew something was missing. He wasn’t unhappy—but he wasn’t fulfilled either.
By Muhammad Shayan Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Chuti's Ice Cream
The house at the end of the street had been for sale for maybe two or three weeks. One morning, the newlyweds were checking what they had in the fridge, to see what they could bring with them to their picnic that day, when they saw that the ice cream they'd bought the day before was due to expire.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text.
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text. I sat there for a minute, staring at the screen, my coffee growing cold in my cup. The message was brief: "Meet me where we buried the watch." No number. No contact name. But I knew that phrase like a scar—I was eleven when my brother whispered it to me the day before the accident. The day his car went off that cliff in 1999. We never found his body. We never found the watch. And now, twenty-six years later, my dead brother was texting me from a number that didn’t exist.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Fiction
Unravelling to Find Me
Chapter 1 It was nice--at the very least, better than home, although that's not very high praise considering that everything is better than home. From the outside, it looked like something out of a fairytale--a little cottage Snow White might live in. It felt like a place where you could breathe, where living wouldn't be restricted, where creativity would be encouraged, and where life would be worth living.
By AdharaWritesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Between Worlds
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Veil The crystalline spires of Aethel, the Realm of Eternal Light, shimmered under a sky that had lately grown dim. For centuries, Aethel had basked in perpetual luminescence, its magic drawn from the very essence of order and life. But now, a creeping chill, a subtle dimming, whispered of a fractured realm. Princess Elara, her silver hair a cascade against her azure robes, felt it more keenly than most. Her lineage was tied to the Wellspring of Aethel, the source of its elemental power, and its fading pulse was a sickness in her own soul.
By Sarwar Zebabout a year ago in Fiction