Princess Ladly
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The Promise of the Lamp
The sea always demanded respect, but at Grayhaven Point, it demanded devotion. The lighthouse stood there, battered by centuries of salt and wind, its white paint dulled to the color of old bone. For those who lived along the jagged coast, the light was a promise: no matter how dark the storm, someone was watching.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Gamers
Canada Isn’t in a Housing Slump: A Story of Stability and Growth
For years, Canada’s housing market was the subject of intense debate. Economists warned of bubbles, politicians promised reforms, and families worried about affordability. Many Canadians braced themselves for a correction—a slump that would send home values plunging and construction cranes grinding to a halt. But the slump never came. Instead, Canada’s housing story unfolded in a very different way.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Earth
Eyelens: The World Beneath Sight
The first time Kieran slipped the Eyelens into his eye, he expected nothing more than sharper vision. He had read the promotional tagline—“See the world as it truly is”—and assumed it was just clever marketing. After all, every breakthrough in optics for the last century had promised the same thing.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
Roman Rance: The Unyielding Storm
Roman Rance was born on the fringes of the Empire, in a small settlement where the stone walls of Rome’s power were more rumor than reality. His father was a soldier who never returned from campaign, and his mother a weaver who taught him the rhythm of patience, but it was in the wild fields and ruins near his home that Roman truly grew. He was a boy who fought the wind, shouted against storms, and swore that he would one day be more than just another forgotten name.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
Imran Khan: The Lion Who Never Gave Up
In the bustling city of Lahore, in a family of scholars and strong traditions, a boy named Imran Khan was born in 1952. Unlike most children of his time, who dreamed of stable professions in medicine, law, or business, Imran carried a different vision. His heart belonged to cricket. From the narrow streets of Lahore to the manicured grounds of Aitchison College and later Oxford University, his bat and ball became his closest companions.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
Rooted in Nature. Dried to Perfection
The first time Leena heard about Dryfroot, she thought it was just another grocery shop. Her grandmother, however, spoke of it in whispers, as if it were a place of secrets. “It isn’t just food they sell,” Nani would say, eyes twinkling, “it’s memory, strength, and sometimes even a little magic.”
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
Where Healing Waits
Hospitals have a way of folding time. Minutes stretch into hours, hours collapse into blinks, and whole days feel like they belong to someone else. The smell of antiseptic clings to the walls, the fluorescent lights hum without rest, and the quiet is always interrupted by beeping monitors or footsteps in the corridor.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
Gold Price on the Move: A Mirror of Global Uncertainty
The world often forgot that prices were stories. On a glowing chart in some financial terminal, the price of gold looked like nothing more than a jagged line—up, down, sideways. But behind every tick lived human hopes, fears, and calculations, as tangled as the veins of gold hidden in the earth.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Flooded Sky
The rain began as a whisper against the rooftops, soft enough that no one gave it much thought. In the village of Kalindar, people were used to storms. The river had always fed them, watered their crops, and given them fish. It had flooded before, but always receded, like a wild animal that roared and then retreated to its den.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
Firbargad: The Flame of the Mountain
In the highlands where mist clung to the cliffs and the sky split often with thunder, there rose a mountain the people called Firbargad. To travelers, it seemed only a jagged crown of stone, but to those who lived in its shadow, it was something far older and stranger—a sleeping guardian whose breath steamed in vents of smoke, whose heart glowed beneath the rock, and whose voice could be heard in the deep groans of the earth.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Horror
The Story in Our Hair
Maya sat in front of the mirror, her fingers twirling the same stubborn lock of hair that always slipped loose no matter how she styled it. Tomorrow was her cousin’s wedding, and the thought of walking into the venue with hundreds of eyes on her filled her with a strange mix of dread and anticipation. She’d spent the past week scrolling through endless photos of updos, braids, and sleek ponytails, but every style seemed to carry its own story—stories she wasn’t sure she could wear.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
