thar 700

A collection of short stories and poetries I made in my journey through life.

Amata Chakila Arora, a girl who has a perfect life, a harmonious family, strong friends, and has hidden strengths that not many people have. His life seems so perfect, just a little scratched, his family and friends are so worried about him. However, what about when he met Nathael Anggara Sagara, the man who attracted him, the man who distracted him when he first met the man at the bus stop, but had already arranged an arranged marriage with another woman who met him. How about her feelings? Accept or rebel, or will Chakila do whatever it takes to get the man of her dreams? Will her happiness ever end too?

Love between a young man and a young woman in stages of life that passes through sadness, romance, and interesting events

Martha, Martha is a deeply sensual, darkly poetic journey of a woman stripped of self and reborn in absolute submission. After awakening in a void with no memory or escape, 27-year-old Martha descends into a strange new world-a Castle ruled by a masked, formless Master whose Will is law. Subjected to trials of pain, denial, servitude, and desire, Martha is reshaped by five enigmatic Maids, each teaching her obedience, pleasure, loyalty, and control. Through erotic rituals and spiritual unmaking, she becomes Myrrha-no longer a woman of the past, but a vessel of reverence and sacred lust, living only to serve and be shaped by the Master's hand. Martha, Martha is not about loss. It's about becoming. All Rights Reserved.

Pamela Jade Fuentes' journey to finding love and discovering oneself.

Mahabharata is usually attributed to the poet Vyasa. Mahabharata is nearly 3.000 years old and in size, it is more than ten times larger than the Iliad and the Odyssey combined. If you are looking for the Bhagavad Gita, which is a part of the Mahabharata. Quotes from the Mahabharata “Revenge is not always better, but neither is forgiveness; learn to know them both, so that there is no problem.” – Mahabharata “The intoxication with power is worse than drunkenness with liquor and such, for who is drunk with power does not come to his senses before he falls.” – Mahabharata

One day, Levi Anderson woke up in the residence of two renowned goddesses from his university. During their initial interactions, he perceived them to be deeply engrossed in roleplaying or perhaps suffered from chuuni disease. Yet, as he spent more time engaging with both women, he unraveled the truth that the world was not as it initially seemed...

It is a story about a girl who was adopted along side her brother and abandoned by their parents. she inherits a multi billion naira company handed down to her by her deceased grand parents. due to a childhood experience, she suffers from PTSD and as such cannot completely fall in love someone. she thrives amiss trials from her sister and parents to startup a tech based company to fulfill her grand parent's vision. her name is tolu but also known as snow. it is also about a man who is a cyber criminal sort of who makes a living and pays for his mother's extravagant spending by scamming people online with his crew members. one day he gets fed up and quits to find a legit job and leave the world of crime. but will his gang leader leave him be? or will his mother's spending disorder playing a part in tossing him back? what will be the consequence of going back? who will be the one to make him say no firmly even if it was in a bad situation? who will be the one to make her overcome her PTSD? will the start -up be success? will her foster family sit back and watch her take what rightfully belongs to them? will her beloved twin brother stand as a stumbling block to her success? what other way is there to find out than diving into this amazing book?

The story of a girl who loves her parents to the hell and back. He hates her family. He tries to win the war and she tries to end it but how. It's filled with surprises and a champaign confetti too.

"You're quite a sight, Annabelle." I ignored the instant flush in my cheeks, doubting he could see it anyways. "You always say that." "I could never say it enough." His large hand grazed up my uniform skirt, stopping at the beginning of my black stockings, growling. "Annabelle." My whole body slightly jumped as the bell rang. "Nathan, we have to go to class." "No," he grumbled, fingers dipping into the stockings. "You're mine and you're not going anywhere."