Part 1

Dead Man's Playlist: Chapter 1
They gave her the records in two milk crates and a grocery bag with a busted handle. "No will," the lawyer said, brushing crumbs off his tie. "Just a list of next-of-kin. And you're it."
By Aspen Noble7 months ago in Chapters
Duchess & The Damned | Ch.1
All Charles ever wanted was to be Emilia's one and only. Confined to her butler and guard, he hoped that he would one day earn her father's blessing. Unfortunately for him, he loses to the hand of a Prince.
By The Seekers Guild7 months ago in Chapters
My Tyrant Beloved
Episode 2 – A Storm of Emotions "Alisha, terrified, quickly moved towards Maheen—but he raised his hand to stop her." “Get lost from here or else…”
By Babar Ali7 months ago in Chapters
My Tyrant Beloved
“Please wake up, only five minutes left before class starts!” Taqdees exaggerated, hoping she'd wake up quickly. She had already been trying for over half an hour. But she forgot who she was waking.
By Babar Ali7 months ago in Chapters
“I Didn’t Believe in Love Until It Found Me Anyway”. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I used to believe love was an illusion. Not because I was cold or unfeeling but because I had seen the worst of it. In my extended family, I witnessed divorce, abuse, and emotional scars that never fully healed. As a child, I quietly made a vow: I won’t fall for it. I won’t give love the chance to hurt me. And I kept that vow for years. That changed earlier this year.
By Diya7 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
The Beast
It was 1850... India. Some far away part of Punjab. There was a big jungle and near that, some green farms. And there, like touching the sky, stood Ratan Singh’s palace. From far it looked royal—big golden towers shining in sunlight. But when you go near, those walls... they was hiding some dark stuff. Pain. Cruelty.
By Usama7 months ago in Chapters
Mah-e-mohabbat
Episode-1 This morning was going to change the lives of many unknown people. On one side were the inhabitants of Khan House, who were still reeling from the death of their child,
By Bilal Muhammad7 months ago in Chapters
Study Law at Fanpardazan Institute of Higher Education
Law is the official language of justice in every society—a body of knowledge that governs all aspects of our social, economic, and even personal lives. Whether it’s signing a business contract, making a property deal, filing for divorce, or resolving a commercial dispute, legal frameworks shape and support our daily interactions. In every transaction where a right is granted or an obligation is created, the role of law becomes essential.
By Joe Biden7 months ago in Chapters
Voice of the Holy Spirit
I heard a Pastor say this: “The flesh seeks entertainment, distraction, and wants a busy mind. This allows it not to face the Spirit.” I found this topic to be so interesting years ago, after I was saved. I had read in the Word many times about the flesh and the spirit. And, when I heard this Pastor preach on this, it brought it back home to me. We are born in the flesh, with sin in us. We are given the conscience as a guide and a warning system built inside of us. But, as we know, conscience is ignored over and over. We know how it can quietly lie dormant, waiting for its later purpose. It will be our testimony against us in the end.
By Kadee Grace8 months ago in Chapters
Katelyn and the Witch Party. Content Warning.
Victoria lay on the ground completely still with her arms spread out on either side of her. Her short blonde hair piled around her head where it had hit the floor moments before. She was wearing the same pink pencil skirt she always wore with a white blouse and short-sleeved blazer and a pair of black stiletto high heels. Her pink pendant necklace hung from her neck, exposed as it lay on her chest still intact. The pink swirling gas inside was slowly fading away. Her medium-sized pink sparkly handbag sat on the table next to Mrs. Valedette’s hand. The white china teacup with the delicate pink rose on it that Victoria had drunk from sat a small distance away on a small white plate with a gold line rimming the edge. Even Victoria’s grey eyes were frozen open, unblinking.
By Amy8 months ago in Chapters
The Spiritual Arsenal: Du’ā as Warfare
The Spiritual Arsenal: Du’ā as Warfare Reviving Forgotten Power Neglecting spiritual resistance caused today’s paralysis. The Prophet ﷺ taught: "Du’ā is the weapon of the believer" (al-Ṭabarānī). During Isra’ wal-Mi’raj, he petitioned Allah against Mecca’s oppressors – not with missiles, but tears at Fajr. Revive this legacy:
By Mahdi H. Khan8 months ago in Chapters