Swasan Stories Wattpad Novels & Stories

Ansh knew she was feeling bad by the rude vulgar comments of high , rich spoil women. Ansh (King's Elder brother) heard their mean talk about Taapur but he left speechless when bold and outspoken girl like Taapur didn't replied to their mean words . Ansh Sighed loudly and stared directly at her "Listen Candy , Everyone has a past and has their own shares of problems . I also know this society and people make it difficult but it's been so many years of you being adopted by two lovely human beings" .... ,, Ansh stated the matter of fact and Taapur nodded her

My anger takes in and I waved my hand and she flew to the other corner. “Savanah!” I close my eyes when West voice uproar. “I am already reborn! I didn’t know that I am just like that before please believe me.” I look at them but they are not convinced. They are looking at me like I am a kind of monster. “West, you know how much I love you right? You will believe, okay?” He tossed away my grip and walks towards Cresia. He helps her stand up. “Get her,” he commands to his pack warriors.

I said and started to narrate the story " this story is about twin sisters Saanvi and Janvi.. And their friends Akansha, Sreya and Tanya. They all are best friends. Saanvi and janvi had a brother Vijay. And Akansha's brother was Akshit. He loved Saanvi.. But Saanvi couldn't accept his love want to know why? "I asked him he nodded

“I keep forgetting we were childhood friends. It feels like there’s a huge gulf between now and that time. Anyway, what were you playing?” “Oh, it’s just a song my mother taught me. It tells the story of a weaving princess and a cowherd.” “I know that story,” he said. “We have a northern version of the same tale, between the pearl goddess and her mortal husband.” Silence fell between them. Aki found it companionable but Sasha fidgeted. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he said. “It always is,” she agreed, looking up. All the light of the sky was reflected in her eyes. “A blanket of stars. And every night I sleep under them.”

Please note all the books will be stand-alone as well. * Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story) [Upcoming by the start of June 2023]

“I want to write with you.” There was a long pause. Birds chirped overhead like a soundtrack. “I don’t understand.” River pulled a small notebook from their bag and flipped it open. The first page read: The Second Story: Co-Written by River Ellis and Skye Donovan. “You don’t have to say yes,” they said quickly. “I just… I realized the story I want to tell next isn’t mine alone. It’s ours. And I don’t know how it ends yet. But I know it begins here.”

Landon, observing the road through the window, murmured, “This way, the boys will arrive dehydrated. They're just kids.” Knox looked at Landon disdainfully. “Believe me, Landon, these boys are not just kids.” Nick, looking at Landon, added, “Knox is right, man. I heard things happen to these kids that have no logical explanation. They're different, special.” The van continued its nocturnal journey, cutting through the darkness with its headlights. What awaited the Cassian brothers, Dorian, and Kane in Cheyenne, Wyoming, was a mystery to unravel.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t take over the pack until he was completely out of the picture, so now we had to find him. One problem at a time though. First, we had a problem to solve. How to save five supernaturals that have been entirely taken over by an evil wolf and his… whatever Maximillian is, without anyone ending up dead in the process. And, who for good measure, likely have cyanide capsules somewhere in their bodies. Before even getting to that, Lyla. I freed Lyla from the chains, helping her brush away the leftover wolfsbane stuck to her skin. I stepped over the wolfsbane to reach Ali where he lay on the floor, covered in blood, crouching next to him.

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?

The southern road widened as it sloped toward the copper valley, curling along the mountainside like a rough‑hewn scar. It was the kind of path caravans liked—broad, predictable, room enough for carts, and the kind of arguments that only broke out when wheels got stuck. Today, it held six mounted wolves, riding too quiet. Jax tried to fill the silence for the first half‑hour. Stories about a Nightfang pup who’d gotten his tongue stuck to an ice post on a dare. Complaints about Rhea’s idea of “breakfast.” An elaborate theory about why goats were secretly vengeful spirits.