Bffdrama Stories

"Siya ang boyfriend ng best friend ko... pero bakit siya rin ang bumihag sa puso ko? Isang halik. Isang pagkakamali. Isang kasalanang hindi ko kayang takbuhan. Handa ba akong ipaglaban siya, kahit kapalit ay ang pagkakaibigang ilang taon kong iningatan?"

"Why did you pick me up?" I asked again, Shinso pulled the car over somewhere I didn't recognize. We were in the middle of no where, nothing but fields around for as far as the eye could see. "Are you going to kill me and dump my body in a ditch?" I asked, exaggerating my tone in faux fear. "Maybe," Shinso shrugged as he took the keys out of the ignition, swinging the lanyard around his hand. "Or maybe, I took you here to tell you that, maybe, you're not completely repulsive." I shut down the grin that was already spilling to my features, "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. My imagination was wandering on where this could be going, and I didn't attempt to reign it in. Finally things appeared to be going my way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Cover created by @Sweettner]

you've always been in love with Ronny Green, innocent enough right? But what happens when that love becomes Forbidden?

In the beginning, Shubh believed in two things: 1. That history repeats itself. 2. That girls would eventually fall for his vocabulary. He was wrong on both counts. This is not a story of courage. It's not even a story, really. It's a series of unfortunate word choices, confirmed romantic flops, and one man's war against his own social skills. Let's set the scene. The Delhi Metro. 8:42 AM. Blue Line. A girl enters. Shubh looks up from his "History of Medieval India" and thinks, "This is it. This is my 1857." A revolution is coming. He adjusts his bag. Takes a deep breath. And then says, with all the misplaced confidence in the world: "You look... quite serendipitous today." She blinks. She gets off at the next stop. He rides four extra stations just to avoid his own reflection in the window. Shubh doesn't fall in love. He academically studies it, gets rejected, and footnotes the event. His crushes don't know they're crushes. Historians will debate if they even happened. There are no texts, no photos, not even mutual follows. Just vibes, and a tragic playlist. And oh, the heartbreak? Unconfirmed. Untouched. Unnecessary. But deeply felt, like the fall of Rome .... slow, avoidable, and entirely his fault. This is Shubhshankar 's legacy. The only man to be left on read before even texting. He knows emperors who died with less drama than his love life. He once said "sycophant" on a first meet. He thinks "platonic" is a compliment. He once used "antediluvian" in a birthday card. You can call it a tragedy. You can call it a farce. History will call it... irrelevant. But this... this was his rebellion. Against grammar. Against logic. Against ever being seen as anything more than a guy who'd give a full Ted Talk on Napoleon... to a girl who just asked for the time. Not a Historic Event. Because some heartbreaks don't shake nations. They just ruin Tuesdays.

Vox and Alastor get into an argument. But it doesn't end well... Read info for story warnings and details.

Cedric, falls in love with the school most popular girl, Jessica. Ellie, has loved Cedric for years but never confessing. A whole lot of drama goes on between these 3 as Kody joins in..... *this story is based of a song called anabelles homework by Alec benjamin

"There are stories that shake the heavens. Tales of warriors, lovers, and empires lost to time. This... is not one of them." This is the story of four idiots and their relentless pursuit of chaos. No one knows exactly when or how it began. Some say it was written in the stars, a celestial alignment of drama and questionable life choices. Others claim it was forged in the dark depths of a group chat that refused to die, surviving where countless others fell. But we, the ones who lived it, know the truth. It all began with a simple message. One notification, innocent at first. And then another. And another. And before the world knew what had happened, a chat had been created-not out of friendship, not out of loyalty, but out of pure, undiluted nonsense. This was no ordinary gathering. No, this was a divine conspiracy. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, had brought together four forces of nature, four unstoppable personalities that should never have coexisted in one place. A walking enigma who only speaks once every eclipse and when he does, someone's self-esteem is obliterated. A linguistic war criminal who speaks in English so advanced, it loops back into nonsense. And a demonic archivist who remembers everything, hoarding screenshots like an ancient scribe preparing for the ultimate blackmail war. A hopeless romantic who sees the moon as his only loyal companion-forever lost in grand love tragedies, sighing poetry to the night while the world moves on without him. Together, we became the MUSKmelons. Not friends. Not allies. A cult. We have seen things. Chats that should never have been read. Confessions that should never have been made. Love stories born and brutally murdered in real time. No moment of weakness is ever forgotten. No message is ever truly deleted. And no one, not even the strongest among us, is safe. So, enter at your own risk.

Callie was the most popular girl at school. Until her boyfriend, the jock, dumped her. Now there's somebody else who's taken the spot that was supposedly reserved for Callie. Lizzie. Callie plans to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend, Josh, and his new girl, but how? When new boy Tristan comes into town, Callie knows that getting together with him will break Josh's heart for sure, because she still holds a place in his heart. And when her old bestie Ashton becomes her best friend again, she also knows that she has a way to make Lizzie jealous. So the three of them put the revenge plot into action. But things get complicated when Callie falls for another guy, Ashton is about to move, and Callie finds out that the girl whose life she's trying to wreck is soon gonna become closer to Callie than ever. They're too far in to back out now, so what is Callie gonna do?