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Make It Real Lana

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 13K Views

Make India Great Again

In the aftermath of Lal Bahadur Shastri’s untimely death, India stands at a crossroads. The nation, recovering from war and economic turmoil, is torn between emerging political factions, bureaucratic stagnation, and foreign influence. Amidst this uncertainty, a man awakens in an unfamiliar body—the adopted grandson of the late prime minister—with memories of another life intact. At first, he remains an outsider, watching as power struggles within the government and resistance from entrenched elites threaten to push India into deeper instability. But as corruption tightens its grip on the system and opportunities for progress slip away, he realizes that silence is no longer an option. With a mind sharpened by modern knowledge and a heart devoted to the country’s future, he steps into the political arena—not as a ruler, but as a reformer. Balancing ambition with integrity, he builds alliances, navigates treacherous power plays, and works to reshape India’s industries, governance, and global standing. Yet, every step forward comes at a cost, forcing him to walk a fine line between diplomacy and strategy, loyalty and necessity. In a world where power is fleeting and idealism alone is not enough, can he lead India toward prosperity without compromising his principles? Or will the weight of history force him to make impossible choices? Warning: This is a work of fiction and does not depict real events, individuals, or political entities. Any similarities to actual people, organizations, or historical events are purely coincidental. The story explores various aspects of politics, including both criticism and praise of different ideologies and governance styles. The author does not endorse or oppose any political party. The intent is to provide a compelling narrative, not to reflect real-world political opinions.
Aryan_Agarwal_8114 · 28.3K Views

can't make a choice

Can't Make A Choice is a tale of love and heartbreak that revolves around three people—Amelia, Victor, and Elena—whose relationships become more complicated and intertwined over time. Amelia, a reserved and intellectual woman, finds herself caught between the affections of two very different individuals. Victor is a passionate, impulsive man who sweeps her off her feet with his charisma, while Elena, a kind-hearted and intuitive woman, enters Amelia’s life as a close friend, someone who understands her in ways Victor never could. The relationship between these three slowly evolves from friendship into something more complex, as Amelia struggles with her own feelings and desires, torn between the raw intensity of Victor and the quiet, unwavering support of Elena. As the story unfolds, Amelia is forced to confront her deepest fears about love, loyalty, and the cost of choosing one person over the other. Meanwhile, Victor and Elena—unaware of the others' growing affections—become embroiled in their own relationship dynamics, each trying to claim Amelia’s heart in different ways, though neither can truly understand the other’s bond with her. What begins as a battle for Amelia’s love soon turns into a battle for their own identities, as each person struggles with their own insecurities, hopes, and secrets. The relationships become further strained by misunderstandings, betrayals, and moments of overwhelming passion. By the end of the story, each character must confront the painful truth of what love truly means, and whether it’s possible to truly love more than one person at the same time without losing yourself in the process.
Njideka_chigbo · 11.6K Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 8.4K Views
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