Badatlove Stories

There will always be that one thought bugging you. That one thought you can't get out of your head. Guess what my friend, it happens to me all the time. Here's my story...

if you think about it, no one knows how to show our love to the people we love. we all just try our best and hope they really know that we love them the most. here a short poem about having no idea what to do when you love someone

"There's no one left that i love." "Are you sure about that?" Larissa is the victor of the 72th annual Hungergames at only 17. She's one of the lucky ones (or should i say unlucky ones) to be living in District 2. Larissa has been training for the Hungergames since she was 4, and now that she won, she could finally rest...right? It's now the third Quarter Quell, having plans to skip town, Larissa finds herself in an uncomfortable position after hearing that previous victors are to be reaped for the 75th annual Hungergames. Since there were only 3 female District 2 victors, there is a very high chance of her being reaped. The moment had arrived, and her worst nightmare came true, Larissa was indeed the 75th annual tribute of District 2. Along with her longlost friend and victor of the 70th annual Hungergames, Archie Preparing for the games, Larissa gains the trust of last years victor, Katniss Everdeen. While training, a fiery and angsty girl of District 7 has caught Larissa's eye, wondering what's behind that angry act. Larissa still has to focus, because she knows these games aren't going to be like any other before. But will she keep that focus once she encounters the mysterious District 7 tribute who has targeted her since day one? Will she make a new enemy? A new ally? Or is it more than that? Even if she finds out, will she survive this third Quarter Quell without betraying her allies? [johanna mason x fem!oc] *Authors note: i do not own The Hungergames series and characters, just Larissa and Archie. All rights go to Suzanne Collins*

Short stories about love, relationships and how the past can affect your decisions and feelings. How hard it can be to trust another person when you're feeling wornable, how it might seem easier to just run away and how courage can help a person stay.

This is a short little story for the all mighty Uchiha Sasuke. Hope you guys enjoy and is a reader insert and written in 3rd person. Oh and if you enjoy this you should check out my other Sasuke short stories. -Profanity is used.-

The music here was loud. You could here it from outside. I walk up to Jacob's house. The feeling of regret easing and creeping to my body. All parties I regret. He had to break her heart to keep her safe, because that's what was best for HER. She had broken hearted, confused, only felt one thing. HURT. They find their ways back to each other at a party. But will it all be the same? Will it all be love in games or will he tell her the truth about why he left? But more importantly, will she be bothered with him?

A collection of my short writings.

I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can't blame me for tryin' You know I'd be lyin' sayin' You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin' at my history I'm bad at love

Bryce and Mikey two of the most popular guys at there school. Both hang out with different people and are just different all together. They like each other but which one of the two is bad at love?

let's talk impossible crushes. boys that are emotionally unavailable. adult men that act like children. this is for the girls with no prince charming stories. you're not alone. fantasy love stories don't happen in real life unless you're one of the fortunate ones, and let me tell you, i am not one of them. this book features short chapters of bad luck in love. some stories are my own experiences, some are my friend's and some are fictional. it was mostly written in emotional breakdowns at night, so beware as there is no happy ending.

My dumbass fell in love type shit

Cory has been watching this girl for a while now. A girl that he some how has a love interest in. "Uhm, actually I dont really have hobbies...I just..." do I have hobbies? "So your hobby is watching me from your bedroom window?" she asked while looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I was kind of embarrassed. "dont feel embarrassed, your not the first to stalk me." I felt a little better. He slowly got the opportunity of actually being intimate with her, but she's not really the lover boy type. With Bianca being the Player and Cory the Lover boy find out how it all turns out.

Excerpts from a book dedicated to people who will never read it.

About: Being really sad & Really angry & How pain consumes you

This thing called love-I just can't handle it.

Lyrics of the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey💙 ENJOY💫

Is there is something hunting your mind? A place who reminds you of a memory that you want to erase. This story is about a Girl whose hopeless romantic and bad at love. Heartbreaks almost end her life. As she wish of erasing all the memories from yesterday, the more she wanted to remember everything when she forget it. Unsaid thoughts hunt her everynight, all the what if's run. Ayer Street, the place where all happy memories made. But what if those memories created from that place fade with a mistake. Ayer Street -Belle || Keyca7 (2025)

im waking every morning and it's always with you

For the ones who are too afraid to say things out loud

Slutted out. Pumped or pimped out. There was such sorrow in her heart. No man could ever love this slut. That's what I thought about the life I've been living for the past decade. Free fuckin' sex for everybody. I didn't fuck for the love. I fucked for the control and the pleasure. The pleasure and the pain. What man could love a woman like me? What man is going to want to give me a child? What man is going to give me a family? The idea of marriage is stupid. I am a fuckin' whore and the whole world probably knows it. Even the dark underworld of the cyber universe. Yes everybody has seen my pussy with cum inside. Or who knows? I was supposed to be a virgin. Silly right? Yes, I was going to wait until marriage like a good Christian girl and that all changed when that monstrosity took it away from me. I will never forget the day he forcefully took my virginity away from me. I fuck as a way of power and control and a way to escape this reality. Because what a sad reality this is. I was supposed to be a fuckin' virgin and everyday I live with that pain. Yes, can I revirginize myself? No, I cannot remove everybody's cum and dicks from my pussy. That's impossible. I try to choose a better life everyday, but I have slip ups. I asked mr. Horseback to be my boyfriend and he hasn't called like he said he would. I guess he can go suck it. All that talk about babies. Maybe he doesn't even want to make one with me. He was getting verbally abusive and I have to let him go. He was more interested in fucking his sisters it seems than me. Whatever. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. I changed my number. I mean new day, new life everyday. When is someone not going to use me someway somehow ? I seem to only give myself the care I need. Self-love I guess. But sometimes I hate the living shit out of myself. And I consider suicide, but I might live if I try. And that would be even worse baby.