Cinders And Stars
I never believed in fate—until the night the stars fell and my sister’s shadow rose with wings of flame. Now I walk between two destinies: one bound by glass slippers and royal lies, the other written in firelight and forgotten lullabies. The palace thinks I’m just a servant playing at nobility. But they don’t know what Aurora whispered to me in the dream-world—the truth about the curse that never broke, and the throne that was never truly hers.My hands tremble inside the silk glove as the clock strikes midnight—again. I’ve lived this moment seventeen times. Glass shatters. Horses scream. And still, no one sees me. Not really. They see the girl who fits the slipper, the orphan made queen. But I remember the other life—the golden room, the spinning wheel, the voice that sang me to sleep before the needle pricked my skin.
Then the wind changes. A scent of burnt roses. From the garden gate, a figure steps forward in a gown of ember-light. Her eyes are mine. Her crown is cracked. And she whispers, 'You weren’t supposed to wake up too.'
Behind me, the palace doors burst open—guards shouting, torches flaring. Ahead, Aurora reaches out, her fingers trailing smoke. My heart hammers: run toward the only person who remembers me, or return to the lie that keeps the kingdom whole?
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Confes to Crush
You’ve had a crush for months—endless glances, shared laughs, and lingering touches. Now, they’ve asked you out, and your heart races with every text message. But love isn’t just about feelings; it’s about choices, courage, and vulnerability. Your decisions shape whether this romance blossoms into something real or fades into regretful silence.
Fall into the Novel
I didn’t choose to be reborn into this world of ink and destiny—I clawed my way in. The original story branded her as weak, foolish, destined to ruin her clan by marrying the wrong man. But now, I’m inside her skin, feeling every sting of humiliation, every locked door. The plot demands she falls for the charming traitor. But I know how that ends: betrayal, exile, death. This time, I’ll twist the narrative thread by thread. Because if the author can write fate, then I—its prisoner—can rewrite it.
Unhappiness in Marriage
I wake up every morning beside the man I stole—my sister’s lover, now my husband. The ring on my finger feels like a brand. She won’t speak to me, not since the betrayal that shattered our bond. And him? He gives me everything except love. Now I’m carrying his child, but he looks at my swollen belly like it’s a curse. I wanted a fresh start. Instead, I’m drowning in silence, guilt, and a truth I can no longer hide.
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