Beautifullywritten Stories

This isn't just my average diary; These are pieces that I've written with my heart. They are meaningful to me and explain bits and pieces of my teenage life growing up. And just remember: You aren't alone. Just a little reminder. "And she must define herself, her meaning of life. For she needs to learn and live in Reminiscence" -Milan 2015

Even If You Never Look Back is a soft-burning, heartbreakingly beautiful novel about the quiet aftermath of love - and the kind of grief that lingers even when no one else sees it. When she leaves, she takes the laughter, the half-written poems, and the warmth of being truly known. But she also leaves behind a universe - and he walks through it every single day. Through letters, gardens, silence, and flashbacks that hurt more than they heal, this is not a story about moving on. It's a story about remembering. About carrying someone in your skin, long after they're gone. For the ones who still talk to the moon. For the ones who still dream of wildflowers. For the ones who love - even when no one's looking back.

'They call me Cookie. And I love to count down.' When one traumatic event completely ruins her, Cookie decides to escape from her life. The only way out is by counting down. 'The problem with the beautiful people is that they are not beautiful at all.' Cover made by: Meha_K

A man, once fighting for freedom he longed to have, wishing to escape all the time.. Lost all he didn't yet have...

A collection of the greatest books on Wattpad. Nominated various times by a huge amount of people. All of these stories have an extremely high reading rate and a huge amount of votes and comments. Want to read something you'll remember the rest of your life? This is the place. ♪Zarin♪

[a cpn/novel] in a town small enough to remember every face, spring arrives like a quiet confession. the air softens first, carrying the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms that bloom along narrow streets and crooked sidewalks. petals drift lazily, collecting in corners, on parked cars, in the still water of a winding creek that cuts through the heart of everything. by evening, the sky melts into shades of rose and gold, and for a fleeting moment, the entire town glows-washed in a delicate pink that feels almost unreal. it's the kind of place where time slows without asking, where memories linger in the spaces between trees and telephone lines. the creek reflects the sky so clearly it looks like the water itself has turned pink, as if the town is quietly bleeding its own stories into it. people say nothing ever really changes here-but in spring, something always does. beneath the blossoms, beneath the soft light and gentle warmth, something stirs. old feelings resurface, secrets rise like ripples, and the past begins to blur with the present. in a town that seems frozen in beauty, the truth moves quietly-like water, like petals, like the slow turning of a season that refuses to stay still. and once it begins, nothing stays untouched.

I met him on a night that felt too familiar. Like the air already knew his name before I did. He said he'd been waiting for me - not for days or years, but lifetimes. And when he smiled, it felt like remembering something I shouldn't. There's something strange about Lio Vega. He knows my favorite song, the way I take my coffee, the scar I hide on my wrist. But I swear we've never met before. Until the dreams start. Until I see flashes of other lives - of him, dying in every one of them. Now I don't know what's real anymore. All I know is that he looks at me like I'm the reason he's still alive. And maybe I am. Because he told me once - in a voice I can't forget - "I can't die until you forget me."

Enemies to lovers. Neighbors since childhood, they have always been drawn to each other, but they find themselves between coldness and heat on the path to the darkest part of their hearts. Estefania felt his presence ever since she first laid eyes on him. The butterflies. The looks. Or is it all in her head, such as the image that was painted in her head, a portrait of him, not accurate to himself? But the way he behaves and acts around her just drives her crazy. Sean believes it's butterflies that you shouldn't have. It's the comfort and warmth you should be craving. But the glitter in her eyes makes it difficult for him to keep that faith.

Short stories . Based on a true story.

The recollection of memories as I swirl through this monstrosity we call life ❤️

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