Aestheticwriting Stories

𝓘𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓑𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓪 [𝓓𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓵 𝓣𝓪𝓴] ✧𐙚✧ ✧𐙚______________𓂃♡𓂃____________ 𐙚✧ 𝒜𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒮ℯ𝒽𝑔𝒶𝓁 doesn't lose. Not in class, not in life, and definitely not to anyone-especially not to 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓇𝒾 𝑅𝒶𝒿𝓅𝓊𝓉, who lives to break rules, annoy the perfect Akshat, and drive him absolutely insane. Every time their worlds collide, sparks fly-sometimes literally-and neither can decide if they're furious or... something dangerously closer to obsessed. He's too disciplined to give in, she's too chaotic to care. Yet every stolen glance, every sarcastic retort, every accidental brush of hands drags them deeper into a war neither can win. 𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝐶𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎. ^᪲♡✧__________𓂃✧✦✧𓂃__________✧♡^᪲

A little universe made of characters who showed up in my brain and refused to leave. This is where I keep them all - the soft ones, the chaotic ones, the heartbreakers, the healers, the ones who feel too real at 2 a.m. Think of this book as a moodboard in motion: backstories, aesthetics, drama, and all the little details that make my OCs breathe. Welcome to the chaos. Welcome to the cast.

She has millions of readers, a bestselling pen, and a business empire built on discipline and brilliance. But outside the glossy covers of her books, she is... a walking chaos - soft-hearted, emotionally tangled, and carrying stories she never meant to write about her own life. When an unexpected friendship enters her world - one that feels too comforting, too genuine, too dangerous - her carefully built walls start cracking. Between deadlines, late-night conversations, hidden fears, and unspoken laughter, she learns that even the strongest women need someone who sees them beyond their success. This is a story about emotions that spill over, friendships that anchor you, and the quiet softness that survives even in the messiest chaos. Not romance. Not drama. Just a journey of two souls learning what it means to choose peace, loyalty, and the courage to be understood. Started: 10, January 2026. Time: 9:03 pm

Grief settles heavily on Freya's shoulders as winter nears. With only a raven for counsel, she faces the silence of loss, the ache of memory, and the fragile light of hope. This is a story of love, farewell, and the strength it takes to keep moving forward.

- an oc x heeseung au wherein ella moves to paris in hopes of finding love after a recent breakup due to lost feelings and ends up finding a sweet barista who always memorizes her order and eventually both fell at the same time. (if you see this twice, my wpad was glitching and wouldnt show the other LOL)

Just a bunch of writings, letters, thoughts and short stories. Letters to them...

To the girl who never knew, these are the pieces of my heart I could never say out loud. Fragments of moments, thoughts, and emotions I could only write down. Maybe one day, if she stumbles upon this, she'll realize she had her own chapter in someone else's story.

Every time she wakes up, Maren Blake is one day further into the past. Time is unraveling. Memories are slipping. The people she loves are forgetting her - and she's starting to forget them too. But one boy remembers. Caleb Reyes, the quiet artist in her class, seems to know more than he says. As Maren's world moves backward, he becomes the only fixed point in her life - the only person who sees her, listens to her, stays with her. As the loop winds toward the day it all began, Maren must decide what she's willing to remember... and what she's willing to let go. A poetic, slow-burn YA romance about memory, grief, and the kind of love that doesn't need forever.

When I am with others, he doesn't even exist... But... when we are together... We are...just... Him & I...

THIS IS A SHORT POETRY PIECE OF AN AFRICAN YOUNG GIRL, LIVING ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF A DRY LAND YET RICH WITH HERITAGE . THE ACTUAL FANTASY INDEED.

She's not sure when the dreams started. She's also not sure why they feel so real. She doesn't understand why she obsesses over them so much. Then one day, he tells her something that confuses her. "Then wake up," he says, "Before it starts again." She just doesn't understand. What did he mean by that?

In a quiet town that rarely changed, there lived a boy named Aeris. He wasn't loud. He wasn't invisible. He just... was. He drifted between places like a thought not yet spoken-always watching, always wondering, never quite belonging. Aeris had three faces. ©All rights reserved. (First published on Wattpad by Distinct-unique_bird. If you're reading this anywhere else, it was taken without my permission.)

Isolating yourself from the reality for awhile having these two best cure for it 💚 short TMI: -you can predict the weather by looking at your coffee. If the bubbles are at the edge of the cup then there will be sunny weather. Rain is likely if the bubbles are in the center of the mug. (honestly idk if this is true, i just read it somewhere lmao so maybe i thought i would add this infos here. K)

A deeply personal piece about one-sided love, self-doubt, and the quiet pain of "almost hope." It captures the fear of repeating old heartbreak while still holding onto a fragile maybe. It's about knowing the truth-but not being able to let go.

It wasn't about reaching somewhere. It was about meeting someone in between. Sometimes the most beautiful journeys aren't the ones that take us far they're the ones that pause our world for a moment and make us feel seen. This poem is about two strangers who met on a train for just a few stops, but enough to change everything. It's about timing, fate, and that strange magic of meeting the right person when you're not even looking.

-a love story told in pieces. 💔 She writes letters she'll never send. 🎨 He paints memories he's trying to forget. 📚 And someone's been watching all along. Lylia moves like a whisper through the world-quiet, unnoticed, and hiding something heavy behind her silence. Jack doesn't believe in second chances, especially not for himself. But then she walks in. And Mara? She sees it all-every glance, every missed moment. But she's not just a bystander. A slow-burn story about the spaces between people, and what lives in the quiet. Soft. Bittersweet. Unforgettable. Sometimes, love doesn't shout. It lingers.

"I blamed the correspondence of the twirling, mourned blood." A poetic monologue unraveling the aftermath of emotional war-where memory is fractured, truths are venom-laced, and even the moon feels too far to touch. This is not a love poem. This is a reckoning. As the speaker grapples with deception, mythology, and the remnants of a relationship that once felt divine, the past returns in waves-sweet, eerie, devastating. 🌌 What do we do when the person we trusted most becomes the ghost haunting our own reflection? For readers who crave: Emotionally raw lyricism Dreamlike imagery & metaphoric depth Themes of betrayal, myth, femininity, and self-reclamation You are invited into the ruins. Read slowly-some truths only bloom in the dark.

There are people who fill the room the moment they walk in. And then there are people who disappear even while they're sitting right in front of you. She was the latter. Wrapped in shadows, untouched by the noise of the world, she carried silence like it was stitched into her skin. Her eyes didn't blink, her voice was barely more than a whisper but every word clung like smoke, impossible to forget. I shouldn't have noticed her. I shouldn't have cared. But the moment I did, it was already too late. What begins as curiosity spirals into something heavier, a haunting intimacy that feels less like love and more like falling into a mirror you're afraid to shatter. A story not about romance or rescue, but about the weight of existence, and the echo of souls that never quite fit into the world around them. Loved a Dying Mind is a tale of fragile connections, of questions without answers, and of the kind of bond that burns itself into you long after the silence has swallowed everything else.

🌙 In the Name of Destiny Is dil mein pyar tha kitna, Woh jaan lete toh kya baat hoti... Humne manga tha unhe khuda se, Woh bhi mang lete toh kya baat hoti♡ --- 💫 Story Description: She was promised to the stars long before she learned to dream. He was born beneath a lineage of marble and gold - a prince of promises and silence. Aditya Durjit first met little Mithila at her rice ceremony - the girl with eyes wide as the moon, the one who tugged unknowingly at the thread of his fate. Years later, when time had painted distance between them, destiny brought them back - not in innocence, but in duty. Two royal Marwari houses, bound by pride and rivalry, choose peace through a marriage neither can refuse. Beneath chandeliers and ancestral portraits, love waits quietly - forbidden, fragile, and fierce. Mithila hides her heart behind grace; Aditya hides his behind pride. Yet in the hush of palace corridors, glances burn like incense, and silence speaks what centuries could not. In a world ruled by honour and legacy, will love still dare to bloom? Or will destiny, once again, demand its price? ✨ A slowburn of yearning, pride, and fate - where love walks barefoot through the corridors of power. --- 🎧 Playlist: 1. Noor-e-Khuda - My Name Is Khan 2. Ishq Mubarak Dard Mubarak - Tum Bin 2 3. Ehsas - Sahir Ali Bagga 4. Mann Mera - Table No 21 5. Maula Mere Maula - Anwar 6. Zaalima - Raees 7. Hona Tha Pyar - Bol 8. Ishq - Rahat Fateh Ali Khan 9. Laal Ishq - Ram-Leela 10. Kaangha - Coke Studio Pakistan --- 🕊️ Hashtags: #SlowburnRomance #DesiRoyalty #PakistaniDramaVibes #IndianElite #MarwariHeritage #ForbiddenLove #MarriageOfFate #PoeticLove #RoyalSlowburn #DestinedHearts #EmotionalDrama #SouthAsianRomance #LoveAndDuty #AestheticStory #WattpadIndia #InTheNameOfDestiny ---

A raw piece about the stuff we bury deep - pain, hope, grief, healing - and the weird, quiet strength it takes to keep going. It's about not having to do it alone... even when it feels like you are. Inspired by moths, darkness, and finding your own damn light.