Attachment Stories

Short Stories Collection On Sidnaaz ✨️

Guy with a notepad unsuccessfully avoids weird people that want to be friends with him.

Lileigh who lives her whole life with attachment struggles, now living in a new town, is on a tight rope on having lingering feelings to someone....

She said," let the love for me fade in you rayyan" quietly trying to hide the pain in her voice. Which was clearly visible to him " I can't" said he swallowing the lumps forming in his throat "I have the LOVE THAT NEVER FADES for you in the every fucking evidence of my existence " #Ambivert × extrovert..♡ Trope: enemies to lovers ~ Genre : Rom-com, suspense..

This isn't the main plot. This is everything around it-the soft moments, the hard conversations, the healing that happens between chapters. These stories follow the ones shaped by the Sullivan legacy-the ones trying to carry it differently. It's about Malakai and Penelope, raising kids gently while healing from the past. It's about parenting without repeating what broke you. About slow mornings, gentle corrections, and trying again. - Malakai is steady, but haunted. His silence isn't cold-it's his choice not to pass down pain. - Penelope is learning that nurturing doesn't mean shrinking. She's holding her kids and her boundaries at once. - Damian is brilliant and dyslexic, trying to lead in a world that overlooks kids like him. - Noah is loud, proud, and secretly afraid of not being enough. His arc is about learning softness and humility. - Ibrahim is unlearning what love isn't so he can finally receive what it is. - Maddie is used to bending the world around her. But real peace doesn't come from control. - The triplets, together, are chaos and care. Loud, loving, flawed, and growing. These scenes are full of: 🕊️ Generational healing 💬 Sibling fights & forgiveness 🤲 Faith & softness ✨ Parenting with intention ❤️🩹 Love that's earned, late, and real If The Heirloom of Us was about building a legacy, this is about holding it together-through small choices, quiet acts, and love that refuses to give up. It's soft here. But it's deep.

A quiet confession of loving someone who only shows up when it's convenient. It captures the ache of waiting, overthinking, and feeling invisible in a one-sided connection. In the end, it asks for something simple-honesty instead of silence.

I watch him. I laugh with him. I memorize every little thing he does. He doesn't see me the way I see him. This is love that only lives in my heart.

The weight of loving him is a tender, raw campus love story about finding yourself in the middle of loving someone else. What begins as an ordinary college errand...printing assignments on a busy campus, turns into something unexpected. A quiet connection forms, built on soft words, gentle attention, and the kind of respect that feels rare when you've gone too long without it. For the first time in a long while, she feels seen. Chosen. Alive. But love is not only built on warmth. As feelings deepen, cracks begin to show. Misunderstandings grow, trust weakens, and what once felt safe slowly turns heavy. When the person she loved slips away, silently choosing another life she is left to face the aftermath: longing, heartbreak, and the difficult work of letting go. This is not just a story about first love or campus romance. It is about attachment, loss, healing, and the quiet strength it takes to choose yourself after being broken. It is about loving deeply, losing painfully, and learning that the end of one love does not mean the end of love itself. The weight of loving him is for anyone who has loved sincerely, hurt deeply, and still hoped...softly, bravely to love again.

"They looked at my love like it was a disease, so I treated it like one-I let it kill me in silence." Rivalry...That's where it all started. The fights. The talk. The way we first bonded. "Everything changed from that day"- our fights turned into bickering, our insults turned into something sharp, and most importantly... our hate turned into something else. Something I regret. We shouldn't have. I wish... I wish that day never happened. Sometimes I think we were better off as just enemies. Because back then? Maybe the "fights" didn't actually hurt. Not like this. Not like the way her "love" hurts me now. You know sometimes..."toxic" isn't always about being obsessed or controlling. Sometimes it's the things said... the words... the promises. They weren't exactly meant to hurt... but they definitely weren't meant to heal the bruises, either. This is a story about two wandered souls who met in this universe in the form of rivals. Their journey takes them on a rollercoaster ride where they face things they never expected-new things...weird things, and the truth about who they really are while they try to live their lives." ******************⚠️**************************⚠️************************** This story contains: Drama, Emotional intensity, Friendship & rivalry, Internal conflict, Mental health themes, Angst Content Warning: Includes sensitive and heavy emotional themes. Reader discretion is advised. #sisromance

Love is messy, complicated, and never what it seems. One boy is sweet but confusing, another is affectionate yet impossible to read. Then someone new appears thinking it's too good to be true? She runs, he chases, and in the middle of it all, friends gossip, protect, and stir up even more drama.

@𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ， 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ．！

a wlw/GL story about a student Falling inlove with a MAPEH student teacher. Warning though this story contains spice 😞💔

LOSING IDENTITY: Welcome To My Mind (part 1) That wasn't me. That wasn't me at all, I was wearing a mask, playing games, hoping to seem like a better person than I really was, making even more mistakes than I normally would, banishing all my dignity, my feelings and my high sensitivity along the way. The sensitive intuition. I saw so much but admitted so little and this was the result. I didn't like myself! I didn't care about the pain I was experiencing and just went on with my life, thinking that it would just pass somehow by itself, lying to myself that it was nothing, it didn't matter. Getting in touch with him again had become more important than my reality, my relationships, my bachelor thesis, everything. Little, very little did I understand the obsession under whose influence I did all that Google searching, asking people, ranting, overthinking and asking the ultimate question: "What exactly did I do wrong and how the hell do I fix it?" And I said to myself: "I WILL find out. I WILL fix this." On the outside, though, nobody noticed shit unless I decided to tell them myself. I took pride in it. And that's how I became a stalker, basically.

"Tell me a story" is about moments that makes life worthy of living, heart worthy of loving, brain worthy of forgiving. "Tell me a story" is a collection of heart warming about event an incidences that can teach you to care, cherish and love every moment of life. Stories that will affect your soul and leave indelible marks on your life.

In the ancient land of Persia, in a bustling bazaar, a young woman named Zahra was selling her handmade pottery. She had inherited the skill from her mother, who had learned it from her mother before her. Zahra had a gentle nature and a kind heart, which was evident in the intricate patterns she etched onto her pottery. One day, a handsome young man named Amir came to her booth. He was tall with dark hair and a strong jawline. Zahra's heart skipped a beat when she saw him, but she remained composed and continued to sell her wares. Amir was looking for a gift for his mother's birthday, and Zahra helped him select the perfect vase. They struck up a conversation, and Zahra found herself drawn to his intelligence and wit. They talked for hours, and before they parted, Amir asked for Zahra's permission to come visit her again. .

Death follows Scott more than his own shadow, seemingly tenfold when he assumes the identity of his alter ego-Vincent Peterson, the estranged author. Bookstore keeper by day and expert in the field of parapsychology and occult sciences by night, it takes a Halloween party turned ritualistic summoning for him to finally uncover the reason why.

Soon, the bushes part in front of me as a man seemingly in his twenties emerge from within the bush. He lift his head up looking at me with his piercing grey eyes the moment the sunset adjusted to seep unto his eyes that now glows under the sun light, he blinked before his eyes narrowed trailing my body up and down before strongly sniffing the air, taking in my vampire scent with the tilt of his head. He's a human? No... he isn't. A human does have such a smell compared to this mysterious man's own. "You're a vampire.." He murmured staring at me with his blank grey eyes. I feel as though he's tracking my every move, as if he sees me as a slight threat. ~~~~~~~ This story you're about to read is going to be about a woman, with the name of Sierra Duval. Sierra Duval is a vampire born and raised in San Fransisco. Her parents are dead as Sierra herself murdered them both within her home as a newly teenage girl when she firstly transformed into a vampire, not being able to contain the first phrase of becoming a vampire, her thirst making her actions uncontrollable. She's now supposedly a rogue vampire, the trauma and experience of murdering her first humans giving her the mindset that she can no longer be around humans, afraid to hurt them with her mysterious, craving hunger for blood, not being able to control her thirst. One day she stumbled upon a wolf pack territory, that one foot step into the seemingly peaceful forest about to change her entire life for good.

{ at·tach·ment } əˈtaCHmənt noun 1. the condition of being attached to something or someone, in particular. --- Exploring Dylan's perspective of the events. Sequel to detachment.

She edits his world, but he sees hers. Behind the KPop lights, Hana wonders...how much of herself can she risk revealing?

Poems about secrets and thoughts that are difficult to admit (jealousy, trust issues, insecurities, etc). More to come...