Adoring Stories

The faint scent of jasmine floated through the room, mixing with the soft hum of rain tapping against the tall glass windows. Aarohi stood before the mirror, her reflection glowing under the golden light. Her lips curved slightly as she carefully applied a thin layer of gloss, tracing the shape of a smile she didn't even know she wore. Behind her, Arhaan leaned lazily against the doorframe - dark shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled, gaze fixed on her like she was the only thing that existed in his world. Aarohi caught his reflection in the mirror and sighed, pouting just a little. "You know, Mr. Rathore," she murmured, voice laced with mischief, "sometimes I think you stare at me too much." Arhaan's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as he pushed away from the frame, his steps deliberate, heavy with the weight of unspoken affection. "And sometimes," he said, his tone low and velvet, "I think you notice it too much." Her fingers froze midway, the gloss still in hand. She met his eyes in the mirror - molten, unreadable, impossibly intense. "Maybe I do," she said, a soft laugh escaping her. "But you could at least blink once in a while." He moved closer, his reflection growing beside hers, his presence wrapping around her like a second skin. "Can't risk it," he whispered, his breath brushing against her ear. "I might miss a second of you." Aarohi turned, her heart betraying her calm. His closeness always did that - turned her pulse into thunder, her breath into rain. She tried to look away, but his gaze held her still. "You're impossible," she whispered, cheeks blooming in the soft lamplight. Arhaan's fingers found her chin, tilting it up gently, reverently - as if even touching her required permission. His thumb traced the faint sheen of gloss on her lower lip, eyes softening into something dangerously tender. "Only when it comes to you, Mrs. Rathore," he said, voice barely above a breath. Outside, the rain deepened - 🪷

Anastasia loves her papa, and her papa loves her. She doesn't care about the blood, or the murders and bribes, or the people papa sometimes locks in the basement of their large mansion home. Her papa would never lie to her. Besides, this was all she ever knew. It had always just been her and her papa, and her papa loves her so, SO much.

I'm screaming, pounding on horizontal metal bars, thrashing around. My mind flickers with pictures of my father, memories. His infectious happiness and belly laughter. They surround me, swallow me whole. "Love you now and forever girls." he would always say. But then the slide show of my memories is falling through a crack in the cement jail cell I'm stuck in. It's like every waking moment of my life is being sucked away, pulled from me, held at a distance. "Tess!!!" Nate shakes me awake. I'm engulfed in his blue bed spread. "It's just a dream String Bean, wake up. I'm right here. I'm not leaving." He's towering over my sleeping body and whispering things I can barely understand. "Come on Tessa wake up." he pushes a hand through my hair, over and over again. I carefully slide my eyes open to reveal his concerned expression close to my face in the darkness. My mind rattles and I can't speak so I grab his hand, the one that's tangled up in my hair. He immediately sighs and interlocks his fingers around mine. "It was just a dream. I'm not leaving. I'll never leave." *** If your whole life turns out to be a life, will you ever learn to trust again?

.•♫•In my book, I will talk to you about several distinct and elegant stories that liked me very much•♫•. :We will talk about historical stories :We also talk about classic stories :All stories of distinguished artists and influential people in society Some of these stories are transmitted from programs and account holders. Please be alert! I do not want problems...♡

تتحدث القصه حول فتاة تدعى ليسا من عائله متوسطه تحارب من اجل ان تبقى على قيد الحياة هيا و صديقاتها أوإخوتها وهم جيني روزي لاكن ماذا سيحدث اذ التقت بكيم جونكوك وما هيا العلاقه التي تحدث بينهم ايعقل انها ح... الكوبلات : ليسكوك تايني روزمين

A romantic poem about achieving a lasting relationship with the perfect guy, it's a bold and blunt sense of reality with a wee bit of humor at the end. Enjoy !

"I feel as if my body is broken into pieces...as if ever since, I was dropped like a delicate beautiful vase and all of my pieces shattered against the cold hard floor of reality. Every piece cannot be found. Not even the the small core of me. I am Broken, and they or him can't do anything about it. Let me succumb to my cracks and wounds as I lay here to suffer slowly and painfully." Sequel to Little Things. All right reserved. Copyright 2013

Why do i need to describe story here.

Alisson is a small time signer/ Personal trainer on a path to greatness. or so she thought. she has a little run in with a certain someone who changes her views on.. well... everything.

After Adore finds out the boy that everyone has a crush on little secret she secretly starts to fall in love with him which angers her boyfriend they break up and she goes on a adventure to find him she finds out what he is but he tries to deny it but she's knows anyway.

-Life is beautiful in all it's colors, even the darker ones, they're here for a reason.

This is a poem describing the beauty of night. Hope you guys enjoy the poem

LOVE BOOK -1 School life love story Kiara Sharma Beautiful talented little bit sassy transfer to a new school. She :~ Didn't believe in love friendship and at all Clumsy ass Rude but kind. Beautiful....just like heaven angel's. Marzi ki Malkin (jo dil mein aayga wahi karungi) Neil singhania Handsome popular arrogant boy of kiara new school. He :~ Didn't believe in god at all Caring Arrogant aashole In one word a beast Order Chal valo bss...!! Tropes :~ Enemies to lovers She fell first and he...??? One sided...?? Classmates Kind x rude Possessive x obsessed She only knows how to deny x he only knows how to order. Part -1 Because of one plan everything get started but because of this one plan everything get shattered. COMING SOON 🔜......

Her heart that as pure as the greatest diamond.

When I write I create space in my head

A lesbian, girlxgirl, love story. I hand wrote this, all personally by Sarah Kell! Please, read and enjoy.

I have deathly nose bleeds all the time. I'm a living cherry soda stream- this is a poem. Its self explanatory.