Romance
The Game of Hearts
The sweltering heat was relentless. She was meaner than his third-grade teacher, with a ruler waiting to whack his knuckles for misbehaving. Jace gave up on the idea of sleeping and tossed the thin sheet aside. The window unit crashed and burned before he managed to fall asleep last night. He still was forced to get out of bed, take the blasted unit off of the window, and put the screens back in.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
Chapter 3: A Love Written in the Shadows
Advika and I , after exploring the campus, returned to the classroom. It was probably lunchtime. My mom always took our health seriously, so she never allowed us to eat food outside. Whenever I stepped out of the house, my mom would pack food and give it to me. It happened as usual. Another thing in the classroom , it was normal for girls to form a gang. It usually started as a gossip gang. I knew for sure that my slip from the stage would be a hot topic in that gang, and yes, it happened on the very first day.
By lakshmi .sabout a year ago in Chapters
The Game of Hearts . Top Story - December 2024.
If looking bored was a sport, Miranda would’ve earned first place as she sat at a corner table listening to Eva rattle on about some trivial matter at work. Letting the words to the music take over, she drowned out Eva’s complaints and nodded in agreement now and then.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
To Have, Not To Hold
Preview They met under the golden haze of a setting sun, as they always did. His eyes, the color of storms, held a flicker of recognition that sent chills down her spine. Her name spilled from his lips in a whisper he didn’t understand, as though his soul remembered what his mind could not. She reached for him, her hand trembling, knowing the touch would burn. It always did.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: Love Written in the Shadows
After leaving my shoes outside the classroom, I stepped in nervously. That peculiar boy, Vihan, sat behind me. The lecturer began the class by asking everyone to introduce themselves. Before that, she asked Vihan to remove his cap since caps weren’t allowed. They could hide a person’s face, and honestly, I couldn’t see his face clearly while he wore it.
By lakshmi .sabout a year ago in Chapters
🌟A Yuletide Love - Part 2🌟
Author's notes: This is part 2. Please see the link below for Part 1. Thank you! I’m a distracted mess in the days leading up to Yuletide, as I can’t stop thinking about the Green Man. Every time I’m outside, my eyes search for a hint of him among the trees, but I spot nothing.
By Heather Zieffle about a year ago in Chapters
🌟A Yuletide Love - Part 1🌟
Author’s notes: Please enjoy this mythical, fantasy romance. I wish all my Vocal friends a wonderful and joyful Christmas (or holiday season, if you prefer). May the ending of this year herald the start of a new and exciting year ahead!
By Heather Zieffle about a year ago in Chapters
A Kiss Under The Mistletoe’s Glow
The warmth of the King Head’s pub on that December evening was nothing short of magical. Every little corner was filled with festive decorations. Holly and ivy garlands were hung over the timber beams, with their lovely little sprigs mixed in with twinkling fairy lights that sparkled like tiny stars.
By Chelsea Roseabout a year ago in Chapters
A Love Written in the Shadows
It feels like it happened just yesterday, but it was five long years ago—1,825 days or 43,800 hours. It was October 4, 2019, the day college reopen. Unfortunately, none of my school friends were with me, and I was new to the place. Dressed in formal attire wearing a solid black skater dress short sleeves and a simple pendant necklace , my mum’s watch to get good luck on my first day of college holding a small cross-body bag , looking tiny at 4 feet tall, I entered the campus with no clue where to go. The classroom location was mentioned on a board, and I said to myself, “It’s okay, Riya. Calm down. Let’s find the class and make new friends.”
By lakshmi .sabout a year ago in Chapters
Lost But Not Forgotten
On my final move as a beacon attendant, I climbed the seventy-six winding press stairs and two stepping stools to the observe room, the number of steps the same as my age. The thwomp and catch of each step laid an foreboding foundation score. Something wasn’t right. At that exceptionally minute, Richie Tedesco was indicating a fire quencher at the burning electrical board in the motor room of his watercraft a few miles offshore.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
