Young Adult
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The Reality of a Fascinating Book Cover Book cover design holds power over bookstore mall shelves as well as online marketplaces. Book covers occupy the number one spot for any passerby in bookstores and online marketplaces—the cover. A well-thought-out book cover is presented as a nonverbal marketing tool that helps attract the reader and gives a glimpse of the storyline and mood to the reader. Restaurating product attractiveness through covers stands as a vital promotional component that determines either failure or victory for books.
By Authors Publishing House2 years ago in Fiction
Finding Love Again
Vincy had never believed in fate, but meeting Andrew felt like destiny. It was a rainy evening in New York, and she dashed into a café to escape the downpour, only to collide with a stranger, spilling coffee all over his shirt. "Perfect," he said, looking annoyed. She apologised profusely, and that chaotic start turned into an hour-long conversation over fresh cups of coffee.
By A Little Butterfly2 years ago in Fiction
From the Depths of Despair to True Love. AI-Generated.
Lena was a girl who never knew how to stop. Ever since she could remember, she had always been taught that life was a battle that required constant effort and dedication. She had dreams of making it big as an architect, and to achieve that, she worked tirelessly, sometimes even sacrificing her own well-being. Early mornings, late nights, and weekends spent buried in blueprints and design ideas were her routine.
By Yoanita Adriana Situmorang2 years ago in Fiction
The boy she grew up to love
In the small town of Willow Creek, the air always seemed to carry a sense of nostalgia. The streets were lined with old oaks, the same trees that had witnessed years of friendship, growth, and countless summers that felt as if they would never end. Iings had lived in Willow Creek her entire life, just like Zicky. Their families had been neighbors since they were kids, and they shared more than just proximity—they shared their childhood, their memories, and, most importantly, their unspoken bond. Mariam, Iings' best friend since elementary school, always teased her about Zicky. "You know, Iings, one day he's going to look at you and see you differently," Mariam would say with a wink. Iings would laugh it off. "He’s my best friend. Nothing more." She couldn't imagine her life without Zicky by her side. They had grown up together—played tag in the summer heat, studied together for tests, and comforted each other through their teenage heartbreaks. He was her anchor, and she was his. Zicky, on the other hand, never seemed to notice anything more than friendship in their relationship. He had always been the outgoing one, with a knack for making everyone laugh and a charm that never went unnoticed. He was close with both Iings and Mariam, but when it came to love, his attention was always directed toward someone else. “I think you should tell him how you feel,” Mariam said one evening as they sat at their usual hangout spot—an old, worn-out bench near the town’s lake. The golden sunset cast a warm glow on the water, making everything seem perfect, almost too perfect. “I can’t,” Iings replied quietly, her gaze fixed on the rippling surface of the water. “He doesn’t see me that way. He’s always been focused on someone else.” “Like Katy?” Mariam asked, raising an eyebrow. Iings nodded. Katy, a girl from their school, had always been the object of Zicky's affections. She was stunning—popular, fashionable, and always surrounded by friends. Iings had always been happy for Zicky, wanting him to be happy with whomever he chose, but deep down, the pain of knowing she wasn’t the one he noticed was something she couldn’t escape. But everything began to change after that summer—the summer before their senior year. The day everything shifted had started like any other: warm, clear skies, and the scent of fresh grass in the air. But that afternoon, the winds of fate began to blow in a direction Iings never saw coming. It happened at the school’s annual summer festival, where everyone came together for games, food, and dancing. Zicky had agreed to be part of a tug-of-war team, and Iings had been assigned to work the food booth. But as the event wore on, Iings found herself stealing glances at Zicky, noticing how different he looked that day. His smile seemed a little warmer, and his eyes—those familiar brown eyes—seemed to linger on her a little longer than usual. At some point, he approached her at the booth, handing her a bottle of water with a grin. "You’re doing a great job here," he said, his voice light but sincere. Iings smiled back, grateful for the compliment. "Thanks, Zicky. You’re doing great out there too," she replied. He leaned against the counter, looking at her with a new, almost unreadable expression. “You know, I always thought you were just… I don’t know, just Iings. But now, I’m starting to see you in a different light.” Her heart skipped. "What do you mean?" she asked, though she already had a sinking feeling in her chest. He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I’ve always been around you, but lately… lately, it feels different. Like maybe I’ve been blind to something that’s been right in front of me all along.” Iings’ pulse quickened. "Zicky, I—" Before she could finish, he was interrupted by the loud cheers from the tug-of-war game. Zicky turned his head, his attention momentarily pulled away. "I'll see you later, Iings," he said with a smile, and before she could say anything else, he was gone. Iings stood there, her mind racing. Did he just say what she thought he did? Could it be possible? Had Zicky really just admitted that he might feel something more than friendship? Over the next few days, Zicky seemed different. He wasn’t as distracted by Katy, nor was he as carefree as usual. There was a subtle change in how he interacted with Iings, and she began to notice the way he looked at her, as if he were seeing her for the first time. They spent more time together—more than they had in a long while. One evening, as they walked home from school, their hands brushed together. Neither of them pulled away, and for a few seconds, their fingers interlocked. It felt like the world had paused, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Zicky stopped walking and turned to face her. “Iings, I think I’ve been an idiot,” he said, his voice quiet but earnest. Iings blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?” “I mean, all these years I’ve been so focused on everyone else. I didn’t realize the one person who’s always been there for me… is the one I should have been looking at all along. I’m sorry it took me this long to see it.” Iings’ heart pounded in her chest. "Zicky, I—" Before she could finish, he cupped her face gently with his hands, pulling her closer. "I’ve been so blind, Iings. I think I’ve loved you all along, and I didn’t even know it." The words she had longed to hear for so many years finally came pouring out, and without another word, Zicky kissed her. It wasn’t rushed, but slow and tender, like he had all the time in the world to show her how much he truly cared. From that moment on, everything changed between them. Iings was no longer the girl who was only Zicky's best friend. She was the girl he had grown up to love. Their relationship bloomed, growing stronger with each passing day. It wasn’t long before Mariam, Katy, and even Jason noticed the undeniable chemistry between them. Katy, surprisingly, was supportive of their newfound connection, knowing that Zicky had never truly been hers. “I guess it took him a little longer to figure it out,” Mariam teased one afternoon when Iings and Zicky were walking hand in hand. Iings laughed, her heart light. "Better late than never." As they sat together at their favorite spot near the lake, now as a couple, Iings realized something. Love, much like life, didn’t always happen the way you imagined it. But sometimes, it took time for people to realize what they had right in front of them all along. And in the quiet of the evening, with the sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Iings knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be—right beside Zicky, the boy she had grown up to love.
By Danny_lovelyn2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Silence
Part 1 of this is already posted. Read this amazing story by clicking on this link. --- Aarav woke up the next morning with a strange lightness in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years. The memories of the night before lingered like the last notes of a fading song. Meera’s voice, her tears, her question—"Was it worth it?"—all replayed in his mind. The calm he had felt last night began to waver as the day wore on. The chaos was subtle now, like a faint hum beneath the surface. But it was there. It always was. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Did she feel the same way he did? Had she found peace, or was she still wrestling with the shadows of their past? Questions buzzed in his mind like restless bees. He picked up his phone more than once, staring at her number, but his fingers refused to dial. By evening, he found himself at the café again. It was almost empty, save for a young couple at the far end, laughing over shared secrets. Aarav chose the same table where he and Meera had sat the night before. The chair opposite him was empty, but it felt like her presence still lingered. As he sipped his coffee, his thoughts drifted back to the night that had changed everything. He remembered the argument, sharp and cutting like glass. They had both said things they didn’t mean, but the damage had been done. It wasn’t the words that had broken them—it was the silence that followed. Neither of them had tried to bridge the distance. And in that void, they had lost each other. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice when someone sat across from him. "Aarav," Meera’s voice pulled him back to the present. He looked up, startled. There she was, the same quiet intensity in her eyes that had captivated him years ago. "Meera..." he managed, his voice uncertain. "I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon." "I wasn’t expecting to come back," she admitted, her gaze steady. "But I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation. About you." Aarav felt his heart skip. "What about me?" Meera hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of the table. "You said it took chaos to find your calm. I’ve been wondering if... if I’m still trapped in mine." Her vulnerability was like a mirror, reflecting the parts of himself he had tried so hard to bury. "Maybe you are," he said softly. "But chaos doesn’t last forever. It’s messy and painful, but it shapes you, Meera. It makes you stronger, even when you don’t feel it." She nodded, her expression contemplative. "Do you ever regret letting me go?" The question hung between them, heavy and unspoken for too long. Aarav took a deep breath. "Every day," he confessed. "But I’ve also learned that regret doesn’t change anything. We both needed to heal on our own. Maybe... maybe we had to lose each other to find ourselves." "And now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached across the table, his hand hovering near hers. She didn’t pull away. "Now," he said finally, "I think we have a choice. We can either let the past keep defining us, or we can decide to write a new story." Meera’s lips curved into a faint smile, one filled with both pain and hope. "A new story sounds... terrifying." "Good stories always are," Aarav replied, his own smile matching hers. For the first time in years, the silence between them wasn’t heavy. It was filled with possibility. As they left the café together, walking side by side, neither of them knew where the path would lead. But for the first time, they were willing to find out—together. --- Continued...
By Witness Love2 years ago in Fiction
Carry The Cross. Top Story - January 2025.
Ramona Scott is sitting in the living room of her apartment waiting on her best friend Roger to bring her some iced coffee for the morning. “Sure is taking Rog longer than usual to bring my liquid crack” she thought to herself. “Maybe there’s a line at the store, I guess I could give him a-” before Ramona could finish her train of thought there was a knock on the door.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Little Red & Mr. Wolf
There was once a teenager named Megan, who everyone in the South Haven neighborhood called Little Red. She always wore a red hoodie everywhere, even in the summertime. Her grandma had given it to her, and she loved her grandma more than anyone—even her mother. She never went swimming, because she would have to take off the hoodie. She only removed it when she took a shower or the hoodie needed to be washed.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Among Gods: A Mythic Journey You Can’t Miss
Have you ever wondered what happens when ancient powers clash in a modern world? When gods and Titans, bound by grudges and fragile truces, collide over love, betrayal, and power? Daphne Nightrose’s gripping novel, Shadows Among Gods, takes readers on an unforgettable journey where the ancient and modern blend seamlessly.
By Daphne Nightrose2 years ago in Fiction
