Aesthetic Stories

Everyone at school knows Renee West. Captain of the cheer team. Glamorous. Untouchable. The kind of confidence people either admire... or envy. When she walks down the hallway, conversations pause. Phones tilt. Heads turn. She owns the room without even trying. And then there's Elliot Arionson. Quiet. Stubborn. Razor-sharp attitude. The loner who makes it painfully clear he has zero interest in being associated with "the clique." He doesn't chase popularity. He doesn't play nice. And he definitely doesn't care about reputations. They exist in two completely different worlds. Until those worlds collide.

who would've known the king of the serpents would fall for the daughter of Fred Andrews. 𖤝 there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

She walks forward, step by step, though the path ahead is veiled in mist. She does not know where it leads-only that she must move, must keep moving, even as the weight of yesterday clings to her like a ghost. Her voice is gone, stolen by time or tragedy-she can't remember which. Her loved ones have vanished like fleeting dreams, and happiness is nothing more than a word she once knew. All that remains is the color red. A memory. A feeling. A thread she cannot unravel. And then, him. A silent figure in the distance, watching with eyes like embers, their glow steady in the dark. Not unkind. Not cruel. Just seeing her in a way no one else ever has. She doesn't know why she steps closer. Perhaps it is the way those eyes linger, the way they speak without words, the way they remind her that even in silence, something-someone-can still listen. A reminder that she doesn't only have to love - but can be loved in return. ▬ bakugo x reader ▬ status; ongoing

ඔයා කහ පාට ඇහැළ මල් කිණිත්තක් ළමයෝ...

Cluster of short stories filled with love • Tu Thodi Der Aur Ther Ja ✓ • Tune Jo Na Kaha [ ongoing ] • Phir Le Aaya Dil [ ongoing ] • Shukran Allah [ Draft ] • Oh Mehrama [ Draft ]

🏎️🏁 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓 ❪ graphic lotto ❫ ✶ ˖ ࣪ gifs, covers, manips & more. . . ★ . . . 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 i try to make you wonderful people some graphics for your stories 𐃯 ▰▰▰▰ 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 [ ࣪ 𖤐 ] 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 [ ] 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘂𝗽 [ ]

Anvika Shetty a twenty five year old . daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Born into wealth, but never defined by it. She is strong, fierce, and almost everything she builds and One of the city's most sought-after interior designers, Anvika doesn't just design spaces she designs emotions. Every room she touches feels alive. yet her own life remains untouched by feeling. She never learned what love feels like. Or maybe, she never got to know how it feels to be loved. To her, love and marriage were never destinations just stories meant for other people. Because somewhere deep inside, she never believed love would ever find her. Aarush Reddy is a twenty six year old young man and heir to a leading architectural empire. A prodigy in architecture. A CEO who commands one of the most powerful firms in the state. To the world, he is dangerous, composed, and an untouchable one look from him is enough to silence a room. But behind that control lives a man who is quietly breaking, Introverted, distant, and emotionally reserved. Aarush carries a loneliness that no success can hide. He doesn't explain, he doesn't open up because somewhere along the way, he decided it was safer not to expect anything from anyone. Especially not love, not marriage. Because expectations only lead to hurt and he refuses to be reason someone breaks... or to break himself. Two worlds built on strength. Two hearts built on silence. And circumstances that force them together... into a contract marriage. No love, No promises, No expectations. Just terms written on paper Will their "Pelli Pusthakam" remain an empty contract bound by convenience... or will it slowly turn into a story neither of them saw coming a love they never signed up for, but might not be able to escape? To witness how two powerful, broken souls rewrite their fate... read "Pelli Pusthakam.

"𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙇𝙒𝙔𝘼𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙏𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍'𝙎 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉"💔❤️‍🩹 𝕋𝔸𝕀ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 (♡School Romance♡) "There is no love like Romeo and Juliet," she whispered, her voice thick with hiccups. "No story except theirs... everyone else just pretends." He leaned down until his breath stirred the hair at her temple. "Don't worry, Ishq," he whispered, as he wiped her tears with his another hand. "Ours will be the exception." (⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠) "You hate me... this much?" she whispered, the words trembling on her lips."After all these years, Ruhaan... is this all that's left? Just hate?" His eyes bored into hers, the raw intensity feeling like a physical weight pressing her against the marble. When he spoke, his voice was barely more than a gruff, broken whisper. "It's beyond hate, Ishika. Beyond even love. It's consuming. A fire that rages in my blood when I'm near you... and a poison that courses through my veins when I'm away." "𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕." 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤 ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕙 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕩 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠 & ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 Ruhaan X Ishika

As the King of Pop faces the heaviest media scrutiny of his life during the HIStory era, his world is a chaotic whirlwind of flashing cameras, screaming headlines, and endless noise. Seeking refuge, Michael invites his close friend and confidant, Akshay to stay at Neverland Valley Ranch for a much-needed escape, bringing along his quiet, perceptive younger sister, Rani. At twenty-four, Rani navigates a world completely devoid of sight, her striking eyes a solid, plain white. While the rest of the world stares, whispers, or judges Michael through a distorted media lens, Rani is entirely immune to it all. She doesn't see the superstardom, the tabloid rumors, or the makeup; she experiences him purely through the warmth of his laugh, the gentle cadence of his voice, and the sanctuary of his energy. As they spend long, quiet afternoons away from the public eye, riding the private train around the ranch, listening to music in the dark, and sharing unspoken understandings, Michael finds a rare, anchoring peace he hasn't felt in years. For Rani, a man whose entire life is put on display teaches her that she doesn't need physical sight to feel deeply seen, cherished, and loved. Together, amidst the fairytale magic and isolation of Neverland, they discover a profound truth: the most important things in life can never be captured by a camera lens.

𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗧𝘂𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 & 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆 "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢... 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐚𝐪𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢." Pallavi Sharma and Vikram Rana were chosen for each other by their families-just like it had always been done. With the रिश्ता finalized, preparations began in full swing. Clothes were selected, invitations discussed, and conversations about a future they hadn't yet imagined filled the house. To everyone around them, they were strangers about to get married. And maybe... they believed that too. After marriage, Pallavi steps into the Rana household-a home full of people, responsibilities, and unspoken expectations. At the center of it all is Vikram Rana, the eldest son, a man who has always put his family before himself. He doesn't say much. He doesn't explain his struggles. But his silence carries more than words ever could. Pallavi watches, understands... and slowly begins to feel the weight he carries. In a relationship that started with formality, distance, and unfamiliarity, can she find a place beside him? Not just as his wife, but as someone who truly understands him? And when they finally realize that they always needed each other, will that moment become the beginning of something real?

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 / academic rivals 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 Georgia Ivy Findlay is the girl who seems to have it all together-smart, kind, and effortlessly cool. But beneath that calm exterior, she's got a secret life as an assassin, forced to grow up way too fast after losing her parents. She's been fending for herself and her sisters ever since, balancing school with the kind of work that would give most people nightmares. Georgia's got friends and can vibe with pretty much anyone... except Enzo Romano. Enzo is the definition of trouble-rich, popular, and with a bad attitude to match. As the heir to his dad's mafia empire, he's got a chip on his shoulder and no time for niceties. In school, he's the guy everyone either fears or admires, but to Georgia, he's just a pain in the ass. They're both at the top of their class, and the rivalry between them is intense-fueled by snide remarks, icy. glares, and a shared hatred that's as undeniable as it is electric. But what happens when the lines between hate and something else start to blur? When one of them begins to feel something deeper, something dangerous, that could change everything? ______________________________________ A/N: This book is going to be focusing on multiple povs like more people than the 2 Main characters just wanted to put that out there also this is the first book I have ever written so if it's cringe I apologize I also appreciate corrections in the comments (Pictures in the book are not mine )

I thought I'd done enough but they keep moving the line ⋆⠀Status: Open! ⋆⠀Cover by @swannluvr ⋆⠀LILACSWAN , 2026

**She never thought two people could change the way she saw everything. 🦋** Roshini had always believed she knew what she wanted. Until **Arjun** walked into her life. 🤍 And then there was **Yuvraj**- the person she never expected to matter as much as he did. 🌙 One feels like a chapter she was always meant to live. The other feels like a story she was never prepared for. 🫀 Between unsaid feelings, unexpected moments, complicated choices, and memories that refuse to fade, Roshini finds herself somewhere between **what her heart wants and what life has planned for her.** ✨ But before the boys. Before the confusion. Before everything changed... There were **three girls.** 👭🏻💗 **Roshini. Meera. Shanaya.** Three different personalities. One friendship. Countless memories. 🫶🏻 Late-night conversations 🌙 Stupid fights 🤦🏻‍♀️ Inside jokes 😂 Birthday pictures 📸 Secrets 🤫 And promises they thought would last forever. ♾️ They grew up believing that nothing could ever come between them. **They were wrong.** 🥀 Because sometimes, growing up means growing apart. 🍂 And sometimes, the people who once felt like home become the memories you carry with you. 🤍 **This is Roshini's story.** Of friendship. 👭🏻 Of growing up. 🌷 Of Arjun. 🫀 Of Yuvraj. 🌙 And of everything that happened in between. ✨ *Some stories begin with a friendship...* *Some with a glance...* *And some with a choice that changes everything.* 🦋

"මගේ කතාවේ ලස්සන ම පිටුව, මට හම්බවුනේ අහම්බෙන්"

i was bored and wanted to write smth but had no plot so quality is gone 😔 inspo from ddlc, loves me not, hooky, fox hime zero... i think thats it... i still don't have a plot so i'll make multiple and decide which one is the most fun to write

Every human soul is cradled in the stars, yet we wander through life like an empty forest, quietly begging for someone to enchant it with flowers. When love arrives, it becomes everything, our morning ray, our evening breeze, and the very flow of the river. We surrender completely, whispering, "By losing myself, I became yours." But when that devotion fades, we are left standing in the midst of so much noise, wondering if we are lonely at home, or lonely in life. The Fragrance We Carry is a raw journey of eight interconnected poems mapping the rise and fall of absolute devotion. It is the story of a gaze that drifted toward a 'bazaar of vivid perfumes' or 'heart filled with various people', only to realize that no one can respect your emotions like you do. Turn the page to discover the quiet, unbreakable essence we all carry when we finally choose to walk away.

a collection of thoughts i probably would not say out loud. things i notice about people. things i miss. things i pretend not to care about. opinions no one asked for. questionable decisions. memories that come back at inconvenient times. tiny existential crises. movies that changed my brain chemistry. songs i have accidentally built entire personalities around. i write about growing up, love, loneliness, identity, creativity, friendships, strangers, being perceived, being misunderstood, wanting everything and sometimes wanting nothing at all. mostly, i am interested in people and why they do the things they do. the conversations we replay in our heads. the people we wonder about long after they have left. the strange little moments that somehow end up meaning everything. somewhere between a diary and a conversation with someone i have never met. written anonymously because some thoughts are easier to tell strangers. consider this the table in the back of a cafe that probably does not exist, where the conversation gets a little too personal.

When twenty-two-year-old literature major Elsa meets Harry, the frozen numb aftershocks of a devastating breakup finally begin to thaw. What starts as lingering glances in quiet lecture halls soon spirals into an intense, secret connection. But when Harry abruptly walks away, quitting his job and returning to a life and an ex he left behind, Elsa is left stranded in the wreckage. Unravelling through a series of diary entries, raw confessions, and unsent love letters, Elsa traces the ghost of the man who reawakened her heart.

- The Sakura tree blossoms and blows as she sits below closing her eyes, listening to music. a boy approaches her. She opens her eyes, his name was...

Muhammad Ali Saif known as Moha the leader of all the eastern coast THE MAFIA KING DANGEROUS and RUTHLESS who believes that love is a weakness and would never love. But things go sideways as he crosses path with the sweet and soft maya Khan THE Angel, THE kindest soul ever . well let's see how it goes .