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I reincarnated into a popular novel:The vampire diaries

Noah had never been healthy. From the moment he was born, his life was defined by sickle cell anemia, a relentless condition that left him weak, fatigued, and in constant pain. His blood, flawed and fragile, seemed to betray him at every turn. The disease didn’t just ravage his body—it shaped his entire existence. He was introverted, withdrawn, and struggled to connect with others. While his mother and sister effortlessly made friends and thrived in social settings, Noah often felt like an outsider, watching life pass him by from the sidelines. There were moments, rare and fleeting, when he felt a semblance of contentment. But more often than not, a hollow ache settled deep within him, a void that nothing could fill. It wasn’t just the physical pain of his illness—it was the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of being a burden to those he loved. One day, the sickness came for him with a vengeance. His body, already worn down by years of fighting, finally began to give out. This time, Noah didn’t resist. The hollow feeling had returned, stronger and more consuming than ever. He was tired—tired of the pain, tired of the loneliness, tired of the endless struggle. For the first time, he let go. As his breaths grew shallow and his vision blurred, Noah closed his eyes. The world around him faded into silence, and his last thought wasn’t one of fear or regret, but of emptiness. He took his final breath, the hollow ache in his chest finally stilled. But death wasn’t the end. Noah woke up—somewhere else. The air felt different, charged with an energy he couldn’t explain. His body, once frail and broken, felt... alive. Strong. He blinked, disoriented, as his surroundings came into focus. He wasn’t in a hospital bed anymore. He wasn’t even in his world. He was in the **TVD Universe**.
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Tik tak. Tik tak. Tanging tunog ng orasan ang nangingibabaw sa tahimik na bahay—isang tahimik na nakakabingi, na para bang bumabalot sa bawat sulok ng silid. Parang musika ito ng kawalan, ngunit imbes na paginhawahin, lalo lamang nitong pinapalakas ang kabog ng aking dibdib. Tik tak. Parang pinipiga ang aking puso, bawat segundo, bawat saglit, paulit-ulit, na tila pinapaalala ang bigat na matagal ko nang dinadala. Hindi ko na kayang pigilan pa. Kumawala na ang aking mga luha, kasabay ng hiningang tila mabigat na bato sa aking dibdib. Bumagsak ang mga patak na parang ulan sa pisngi kong hindi na sanay ngumiti. Minsan naiisip ko, paano nga ba ako napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon? Ang sakit—nakakapaso, nakakasakal—hindi ito basta lungkot lang, kundi isang matinding kalungkutan na nagpapahina sa aking mga tuhod. Araw-araw, pilit akong bumabangon, pilit tinatawid ang mga oras, pero habang ginagawa ko ito, lalong lumalalim ang sugat. Nasasaktan ako, hindi lamang dahil sa mga nangyari, kundi dahil sa awa ko sa aking sarili. Sino ba namang hindi maaawa kung araw-araw, pinipilit kong ngumiti kahit wala nang natitirang dahilan para sumaya? Ngunit kahit anong mangyari, kahit anong sakit ang idulot nito, isa lang ang sigurado ko: Ikaw at ikaw lamang ang aking mamahalin. Walang makakapalit sa'yo. Sa kabila ng lahat, sa kabila ng mga gabing binubulabog ng tahimik na pag-iyak, ikaw pa rin ang laman ng puso kong durog na durog na. Hays… Nawa’y dumating ang araw na ang tik tak ng orasan ay maging musika ng pag-asa. Pero sa ngayon, ito muna ang aking mundo—isang tahimik na silid, isang pusong nagdurugo, at isang pagmamahal na kahit kailan ay hindi ko kayang bitawan.
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