Young Adult

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
The Gangster
Rain poured relentlessly as the city streets reflected a million lights from nearby skyscrapers, each one distorted in puddles of murky water. Jameel, known to most as "The Gangster," had a reputation built on fear and ruthlessness. The kind of man who could silence a room with a mere glance. Yet beneath the layers of power, he had buried secrets darker than the shadows of the alleys he ruled. Jameel wasn’t born into this world of crime. Once, he was just a boy from a poor neighborhood, watching his mother scrape by on minimal wages. But the weight of poverty can twist a soul, and soon enough, he learned that the quickest way to power wasn’t through hard work—it was through taking what he wanted. And so, at the age of sixteen, he made his first move into the world of crime. It started small—petty thefts and street brawls—but quickly escalated to dealing and smuggling. His climb was fast, his ambition unmatched, and he soon had a gang loyal only to him. The street was his kingdom, and he ruled with an iron fist. Yet Jameel had one unbreakable rule—never harm the innocent. He had seen too much innocent blood spilt in his youth to ever cross that line himself. But in his world, a line could be erased with the swipe of a gun, and one night would prove that even his deepest convictions weren’t immune to being shattered. It was supposed to be a routine deal. A shipment was arriving at the docks, and Jameel needed to oversee its exchange. As his crew loaded crates onto an unmarked truck, Jameel sensed something was off. A feeling, faint and unsettling, crawled under his skin. His instincts, honed from years of living on the edge, told him to watch every corner, every shadow. That’s when he saw her—a woman, no older than twenty, watching from the sidelines, her face partially hidden by her scarf. Her eyes, piercing and familiar, seemed to look straight through him. Jameel recognized her; she was Nadia, the younger sister of a man he had once called his best friend. That friend had died two years ago, betrayed and left to rot in a gutter because he had crossed Jameel. The sight of Nadia, looking at him with a mixture of hate and pain, brought a rush of memories he had tried to bury. Before Jameel could approach her, the sound of gunfire erupted. His enemies had set a trap, and the docks became a chaotic scene of bullets and screams. In the chaos, Jameel fought back, but his mind kept drifting to Nadia. He scanned the scene desperately, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Then, amidst the smoke and the bodies, he saw her huddled behind a crate, her face streaked with tears and fear. With instinct taking over, he ran towards her, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of harm’s way. They ducked into a dark alley, breaths heavy, hearts racing. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a fury that words couldn’t express. “You killed him,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and hatred. “You took my brother away.” Jameel stood silent, unable to deny it. He knew that his path had been littered with the lives he’d destroyed, but until that moment, he had never seen the impact of his actions in such a raw, human form. Nadia didn’t wait for an apology. “You ruined us. My family’s in shambles because of you.” Her words cut deeper than any bullet ever had. Jameel realized, perhaps too late, that he had crossed his own line, the line he had sworn never to break. The sound of sirens in the distance grew louder, snapping them both out of the intense silence. “Go,” he said, urging her down the alley. “Leave before they find you here.” Nadia hesitated, then turned and ran, her figure disappearing into the shadows. Jameel watched her go, feeling a strange emptiness settle in his chest. As the police closed in, Jameel knew that his time was up. He’d spent his life building an empire, only to watch it crumble in the hands of a woman he had wronged. He let himself be taken, almost welcoming the iron cuffs that clamped around his wrists. Maybe, he thought, this was his penance. In the end, “The Gangster” was no longer the legend, but just a man facing the consequences of his choices, haunted by the memories of those he’d betrayed, and left with a single face burned into his mind—the face of a woman who reminded him of the humanity he’d lost.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 19
The meerbirds heard Larkin and followed him to the best of their ability. The sea-wolf ship continued to splinter and flail around like a pierced octopus. Sea-wolfs were scattering all over the place. Some of the sea-wolfs chased after the fleeing meerbirds and merfaries but they realized it was no used once most of them were off, high into the sky.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
The Oasis of Hope
In the ancient city of Zahran, nestled between the majestic dunes of the Arabian Desert, Khalid Al-Rashid's strong features and piercing brown eyes seemed chiseled from the same sandstone as the city's iconic architecture. At 25, Khalid's dark hair was already flecked with threads of silver, a testament to his dedication to his craft.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Married To A Criminal
When Aisha met Rehan, she never could have imagined the secrets that lurked behind his charm. They met at a friend’s wedding, a chance encounter that left her captivated by his laughter, his wit, and the spark in his dark eyes. He was magnetic, and she felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Their whirlwind romance was intense, the kind that could make a woman believe in love at first sight. Before long, they were married, and life with Rehan felt like a dream. They shared moments of joy, small victories, and quiet evenings filled with whispered promises. He seemed to understand her like no one ever had. But as time passed, shadows began to emerge. Rehan would disappear for days without a word, leaving Aisha anxious and alone. His explanations were vague, wrapped in half-truths and evasive smiles. One night, while cleaning up after dinner, Aisha found a small, black notebook hidden beneath a stack of papers in Rehan’s study. She hesitated but couldn’t resist the urge to open it. Her hands trembled as she flipped through its pages, filled with names, dates, and strange numbers. There were whispers she had ignored, rumors she had brushed aside. But now, staring at the notebook, she couldn’t deny it any longer – her husband was involved in something dark, something criminal. Aisha confronted Rehan, her voice a mixture of fear and frustration. He looked at her with a hardened expression she had never seen before. Gone was the gentle man she had fallen in love with; in his place was someone who seemed unrecognizable. He didn’t deny it. Instead, he told her that the world wasn’t as simple as she thought, that sometimes people had to make hard choices. She tried to argue, to remind him of their love, their dreams. But Rehan only shook his head, as if those things were luxuries he could no longer afford. Days turned into weeks, and Aisha felt like a prisoner in her own home, trapped by love and fear. She couldn’t leave – where would she go? Who would believe her if she told them that the man they all admired was a criminal? The city whispered his name with respect, but she knew the truth. And now, it was a burden she bore alone. Late one night, Rehan returned home, his face etched with worry. He had been betrayed, and now his life was in danger. The police were closing in, and rivals were looking for revenge. Aisha watched as he paced the room, his calm demeanor crumbling before her eyes. For the first time, she saw the weight of his choices bearing down on him, the guilt he tried so hard to bury. In a desperate move, he asked her to leave with him, to escape somewhere far away where they could start over. His voice was pleading, his eyes filled with a raw vulnerability she had only glimpsed before. A part of her wanted to say yes, to abandon everything and run. But she knew that life with him would never be safe, that every day would bring new secrets, new dangers. As dawn approached, Aisha made her decision. She would stay, but she would not follow him into the darkness. She told him she loved him, that she always would, but she couldn’t live a life built on lies. Rehan looked at her, his expression a mixture of anger and pain, and without another word, he walked out the door, disappearing into the cold morning light. Days turned into weeks, and Aisha tried to piece her life back together. She carried the memories of their love, their laughter, and the heartbreak that followed. She knew she would always remember him, but she also knew she couldn’t wait for someone who belonged to a world she would never understand. Eventually, the rumors faded, and life moved on. People would still speak of Rehan in whispers, but to Aisha, he was simply a memory, a lesson in love and loss. She had been married to a criminal, but now, she was free – free to live her life on her own terms, without secrets, without shadows.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
The Bodyguard
Under a hazy sunset in Karachi, Zara stepped into her apartment, eyes lingering on the shadows that stretched across the empty living room. It had been two months since she received the chilling note slipped under her door, "We're watching you." Zara, an investigative journalist known for her daring reports on corruption, had ignored the warnings—until a rock crashed through her window last week. Now, as she moved silently through her home, her heart pounded. She had taken precautions, changed her routes, and even rented a new apartment, but the threat felt more real every day. And tonight, there was another addition to her life: a bodyguard. She had refused at first, insisting she could handle herself, but her editor, an old friend, had insisted. So here she was, nervously awaiting the arrival of a stranger who would shadow her every move. The doorbell rang, and Zara tensed before forcing herself to breathe. When she opened the door, she was surprised. The man standing there was tall and imposing, yet his presence radiated calmness. He looked around thirty, with piercing dark eyes and a rough exterior softened by a polite, almost gentle expression. “Zara Rehman?” he asked, voice deep and steady. “That’s me,” she replied, stepping aside to let him in. He introduced himself as Aamir. His tone was respectful but professional, and he quickly scanned the room, checking windows and doors, assessing every potential vulnerability. It struck Zara that he seemed more like a ghost hunter than a bodyguard, slipping through each room in silence. She watched him, unable to shake a sense of disbelief that her life had come to this. As the night wore on, Zara found herself talking, as if to chase away the quiet tension that filled the room. She told him about her work, the corrupt officials she had exposed, the threats she had brushed off in the past. Aamir listened without interruption, his face unreadable. When she was done, he looked at her, his gaze intense. “Fear can be a powerful tool,” he said finally. “But it can also make you careless. Your work is dangerous. But you’re brave for doing it.” They slipped into a steady routine in the days that followed. Aamir shadowed her silently, his watchful eyes always scanning their surroundings. Zara noticed the small, careful gestures—the way he’d subtly position himself between her and a crowd, or the way he’d keep a careful distance, never making her feel trapped or intruded upon. Yet, Zara couldn’t shake her restlessness. She was used to independence, to facing danger on her own terms. Having Aamir around was both reassuring and frustrating. She found herself testing his limits, wandering off in crowded markets, or staying out late after meetings, curious to see how he’d react. He never faltered, remaining close but unyielding. One afternoon, while they were walking through a bustling street, Zara noticed a figure lurking near a corner shop. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized it was one of the men she had exposed in her latest report. Panic flared, but before she could react, Aamir’s hand was on her shoulder, grounding her. “Keep walking,” he murmured. They turned a corner, blending into the crowd, but Zara’s heart pounded wildly. She had known, logically, that her reporting could attract attention, but seeing it in person was different. Aamir’s grip tightened, and in that moment, she felt an unexpected wave of safety. Once they were back at her apartment, Aamir finally broke the silence. “You should lay low for a while, Zara. This isn’t just a job—it’s your life at stake.” Zara bit her lip, her resolve faltering. “I know. But if I stop now…what was the point of all my work?” Aamir nodded, his gaze serious. “Courage is choosing to face danger. But survival means knowing when to step back, even for just a moment.” As the days passed, Zara began to see her work differently. Aamir’s words had struck something in her. It wasn’t a surrender, but a pause—a chance to regroup, to plan carefully. Together, they worked on building her security, keeping her sources hidden, protecting the stories she had yet to tell. Over time, Zara found herself relying on Aamir not just as a protector, but as an anchor in the storm her life had become. He was always there, a steady presence in the shadows, reminding her that her bravery wasn’t diminished by caution. And, though the road ahead was uncertain, Zara knew she was no longer alone.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
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A Mother's Gift of Life
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SPACEBORN TO EARTH
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