Javaraya, the enigmatic Guardian of Death, has spent centuries guiding souls to the afterlife, believing love to be an unattainable dream for someone like him. His existence is a solitary one, devoid of warmth and connection, until the day he encounters Venus, a hopeless romantic with a heart full of dreams.

This story is a side story. It contains major spoilers for 'Serenity: Crossing Realms'. I recommend reading that first. Enjoy!

This is a collection of the poems I’ve written over the years. They’re about my journey towards becoming a better person and fighting for universal equality and solidarity and true collective liberation for all the people of the world.

Two people meet each other by mere happenstance and a love unbreakable is born

An early childhood friendship ended too short. Hikaru Akai now finds herself trying to remember what happened 10 years ago. And figure out who this ghost is that's following her around.

pyaar ,, ek ayisi feeling hai ,, kisiko bhi badal Sakthi hai ,, woh caste ,, religion ,, ya beauty nahi dekhthi ,, kabhi kabhi ek ayise insaan se pyaar hojathi hai ,, jisse woh ek baar bhi nahi dekha ho ,, woh ek baar bhi nahi mila ho ,, bus uski ek ehsaas se unke dil ki dhadkan badjathi ..

yeh story bhi ek ayisi story hai ,,

kisne socha tha pyaar mein barosa nahi karne wale Karan sherghil ki life mein ek wrong call ne pyaar mein Diwana bana dethi hai ..

chalo dekthey koun hai woh haseena ,, Jo Karan ke zindagi mein toofaan ki tarah aayi hai ..

Beyond the Bleeding Hearts is a story of love, risk, and sacrifice. It follows the journey of a man who is willing to take a chance on love despite the risks involved. He believes in the power of love and is willing to put his heart on the line, even if it means it may get broken. Through his journey, he learns the importance of vulnerability, trust, and perseverance. He discovers that true love is not always easy, but it is worth fighting for. The story explores the highs and lows of love, and the sacrifices one must make to maintain a meaningful connection with another person. It is a tale of growth, passion, and resilience, and reminds us that in the end, love is the most precious thing we can ever possess.

Eric and I are the perfect couple. The young, strong, will-be soldier and the pretty blonde girlfriend by his side. Homecoming prince and princess. Children of the Empire. With everything stretching out for us to conquer and subdue.

Except we don’t want to conquer. We want to liberate.

And so, by the darkness of the night, we make our way out across the threshold of Eric’s vast house. And we step into our new beginning.

Through the forest. Through the river. Beyond the horizon. To the place of our destiny.

A recently engaged thirty something couple decide to celebrate their engagement by spending it at a secluded Beach resort. Unfortunately they soon find out that something is very wrong.

Ember was screaming. His people were screaming. His land was bleeding.

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Once there was a girl. And she had everything. Everything she didn't want Once here was a child. And they had nothing. But they were about to have the entirety of the future.

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You look up. And there is no sky only blood.

You look down. And there is no ground only bone.

A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.

The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.

She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.

The seventeen-year old is Queen.

That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).

The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.

And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.

She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.

Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.