Bitter-sweet Stories

Sadhana Fushiguro has never been the kind of sorcerer people expect to save the world. One year older than Megumi, she drifts through Tokyo Jujutsu High with an easy smile, and Ten weapon technique, and a habit of caring far more deeply than she lets on and chaotic teasing, While the events of Jujutsu Kaisen unfold around her, Sadhana finds herself caught between missions, friendships, losses, and the quiet moments that make survival feel worth it. But even small choices can change the future. As bonds deepen and canon begins to shift, Sadhana must decide how much of herself she is willing to give to protect the people she loves, including the strongest sorcerer who slowly becomes impossible to ignore. Canon-divergent JJK with action, humor, traumedy[comety+traume],emotional slice-of-life moments, found family, and a slow-burn Gojo/Sadhana romance.

She married him because he tasted like honeymilk... Ruru, a mischievous alien stranded on Earth, ends up marrying the tastiest man in the village, literally. Her strange ability lets her taste humans through touch, and Shian's flavor? It was addictive, sweet like honeymilk. Shian, the kind and unlucky village boy she claimed as her husband, believes she's just a clumsy city girl with strange habits. Hopelessly in love, he thinks her presence in his life feels like a fairytale he never thought he could have. But what happens when the snack she married becomes the only person she can't let go of? When her secret slips? When the villagers call her a monster? When fate tries to tear them apart? Will Shian still love her? How far will he go to protect her? _________________________ Tropes : *Alien wife x human husband * Gremlin Predator x Cute prey *Protective FL x gentle ML Update every sunday! ❤️ (Cover is made by @VeraChendra)

In Brand New Day, Peter Parker takes a bullet meant for Jean Grey. Somehow, Jean keeps him alive from miles away. Frank Castle calls it "voodoo magic." That was about all Frank ever told Peter about what happened after the bullet went through him. The movie never shows what that "voodoo magic" actually meant-or what Jean was doing while Peter lay in a hospital fighting to survive. And when Peter finally left the hospital, he went looking for her. Was there more to it than simply keeping him alive? A missing-scene interpretation of the hours between the shooting and Peter's recovery-and of why, afterward, Peter begins reaching for the people he thought he had to leave behind.

I love my wife and I think she loves me ai free, made with pure autism and yeah, main protag (my self insert) is nonbinary idk what more i do put here

Some stories are meant to be lived. Some are only meant to be remembered. . And strange enough...he was among them...

There are those who hold the perimeter. There are those who see through it. Shafran can take a hit and doesn't ask questions. She, however, comes without protection-fragile, desperate, with a homemade device around her neck instead of a shield. She has no license, no power, but she has sight: she sees anomalies in layers, like a painting that can be rewritten. This work is the second part in the series, story-connected to "Anchor." Familiarity with the first part is not required. This work has been translated with the assistance of AI. The original language is Russian. If you notice any mistakes, awkward phrasing, or any AI-related inaccuracies, please let me know. English is not my native language, but I'll do my best to revise the text and make it as clear and enjoyable to read as possible. Thank you!

"She was innocence, he was chaos. Their love burned slowly but for so long, fragile yet fierce. Fate broke them apart, only to bind them tighter-until shattered hearts must decide if love can survive the storm." Broken hearts, shattered promises, and a search that never ends... until their hearts finally give in. A slow-burn romance where survival itself is the proof of love." A love lost and Found "Two hearts, torn by fate, stitched together by love-until destiny tests them again." - Joy

He's spent his whole life being everyone's strength. Now, alone outside a door he's too afraid to open, Rayan is about to learn that the bravest thing he's ever done might be admitting he's not okay.

𑣲- "ʜɪꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɴ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ." -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈────❟❛❟────┈┈┈ He was cold, built from duty and silence, convinced his heart no longer had a purpose beyond survival, until she arrived without trying to change him at all, lingering with warmth, defiance, and a quiet persistence that slipped past his defenses, melting what years of war and restraint had frozen, reminding him what it felt like to want, choose, and to feel something he was never supposed to feel again. After all, he is a married man. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈────❟❛❟────┈┈┈ Published: August 10 2026 Finished:

Asuhira never expected an ordinary school day to become something she'd remember for years. Quiet and observant, Asuhira has always found comfort in things that make sense. Books. Drawings. Familiar hallways. Her family. Her faith. The small routines that make life feel steady. Then there is Altar. A warm, artistic church server whose world seems completely different from hers. Their first encounter is nothing remarkable. A quiet hallway. A piece of artwork. A conversation neither of them knows will matter later. But some people don't enter your life all at once. They arrive in fragments. A conversation that stays longer than it should. A familiar face in an unexpected place. A drawing that begins to mean something else. A presence you start looking for before you realize you're looking. And somewhere between all those ordinary moments, Asuhira and Altar become important to each other. They eventually admit what they've been trying not to name. But knowing you are cared for doesn't make the future any easier. Because faith still matters. Family still matters. The lives they've built outside each other still matter. And sometimes, caring for someone means learning that feelings cannot answer every question. As their story continues, the fragments they've collected begin to form something neither of them expected. Something beautiful. Something fragile. Something they may not get to keep in the way they imagined. Because years from now, Asuhira will remember one particular moment and realize that she had been standing inside a memory before she even knew it was one. And when that moment comes, she will understand why some things are called fragments. Not because they were never whole. But because they were once something you thought would last.

Rina has worked at the Guild longer than anyone remembers. She's the only one left from the original team. The locked drawer in her desk hasn't been opened in fifty years. Then Fen arrives - a new hire who asks questions, brings coffee, and refuses to let her disappear into the background. The Last Drawer is a quiet, bittersweet story about corporate loneliness, outliving everyone you started with, and the slow realization that staying is its own kind of strength. Book Two continues the teaching. Fen learns the old forms. The filing cabinets shift on Tuesdays. The heating goes out. And Rina begins to remember what it felt like to care.

Perhaps every story begins with a little chaos. A collection of poems about moments, memories, and the strange things that exist between one moment and the next. Some are loud. Some are quiet. Some are easier to remember than they should be. There are words, silences, laughter, arguments, and everything in between. Nothing here asks to be explained. Perhaps it is better that way. **Rivals?**

He was always smiling. She never knew the silence. Somewhere, a letter waited.

She died believing her husband never truly loved her. She had been the perfect wife, loyal, patient, and always willing to shrink herself to fit into the spaces he left for her. She looked past the late nights and the locked phone, ignoring the shadow of the woman whose name seemed to linger in every quiet moment between them. She had convinced herself that loving someone meant staying, no matter the personal cost. She was wrong. She died alone, forgotten, and quickly replaced, only to wake up two years in the past, trapped in the same marriage and the same cycle. But this time, the memories are vivid. She remembers every lie, every hollow excuse, and every desperate moment she spent begging for a love that was never actually hers to win. But she isn't the only one who returned. Diana Walsh remembers, too, and she isn't interested in seeking forgiveness. She's looking for a more efficient way to win. Diana knows exactly which buttons to push, exactly when the marriage will fracture, and exactly how to play the victim while she secretly orchestrates every disaster. Last time, she stumbled into Callum by accident. This time, she's leaving nothing to chance. Lena isn't going to beg anymore. She won't compete for scraps of affection, and she certainly won't die loving a man who was never truly hers. Instead, she begins to rebuild her career, her identity, and her life through a series of calculated decisions. As she climbs higher, she starts to notice something Diana thinks is hidden: nothing about this "reunion" is a coincidence. The man who once ignored her is starting to fall, but it's far too late. The woman who planned his downfall never expected to be caught. And the wife who felt like she was never enough is about to become the one force neither of them can control. This time, Lena isn't just taking her life back. She's going to show them exactly what it cost her.

𝓦𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 24-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝓐𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝓐𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭, 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦-𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝓒𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝓢𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳ō. [ 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳ō 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘤 ] [ 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 1-2 ]

Maybe in another life. ▭ The Hunger Games: Mockingjay ▸ Cresta male oc × Primrose Everdeen ▭ Started : May 4/2026 Ended : September 17/2026

Some people enter your life as strangers... only to become the person you never imagined losing. This isn't a fairytale. Honestly, I'm not even sure if it's a love story. It started with a random connection. A few notifications. A boy who slowly shifted from a name on a screen to my entire world. He became my safe space, my comfort person, and the one message that could rewrite my whole day. Somewhere between late-night texts, quiet jealousies, and moments that felt so small back then, we became something we didn't know how to define. And then, just like that... we became strangers again. Maybe some people aren't written into our lives to stay. Maybe they're only meant to leave behind ghost stories we carry for years. This is about him, me, and everything that happened before the silence. Because sometimes, the person you miss isn't the person you fell for... it's the friend they used to be. 🥀

A random friend request. Seventeen unexpected days. One connection neither of them saw coming. Shiven was a stranger. Ruhanika never thought he would become someone she couldn't forget. And then , just like that , he disappeared. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸. 'Credit of all the pictures i have used in ff goes to their rightful owners.'

Some things are worth more than money. Some things are worth everything. Twelve-year-old Maya doesn't understand her father. While other kids' parents sell and trade and hustle, her Papa grows wheat in a country that runs on rice. He tends tomatoes, ampalaya, and squash on a small plot of inherited land. He grinds flour by hand with a stone mill. He bakes pandesal and cookies that fill their little apartment with warmth-but he refuses to sell any of it. Not the vegetables. Not the bread. Nothing. "It's for us," he says. "For the family." Her mother, Liza, sells shaved ice from a cart on their front lawn and sighs at the money they could be making. Maya dreams of new sneakers, of a life that looks more like her friends'. The gap between what her father gives and what the world says they need grows wider every day. Then one Tuesday afternoon, everything changes. A game of Scouts with her friends turns into something real when a stranger buys their "Survival Biscuits"-her father's cookies-for five hundred pesos. In the chaos that follows, Maya fights her best friend Rico for the money. She wins. But the victory tastes like nothing at all. What happens next will teach Maya, her mother, and everyone around them what it truly means to be rich. Shaved Ice and Wheat is a tender, heartwarming short story about family, friendship, and the quiet wisdom of a father who farms not for the market, but for the soul. Perfect for readers who love stories about food, Filipino family life, and the small moments that change everything. Tags #filipinofamily #sliceoflife #shortstory #familyvalues #fatherdaughter #foodstory #comingofage #friendship #forgiveness #humility #warmstory #heartfelt #filipinoculture #simpleliving #farmlife #garden #homemade #growingup #lifelessons #wholesome #asianfamily #philippines #tender #bittersweet #middleGrade #youngreaders #familydrama #quietstory #slowliving #meaningful #storytime #shortchapters #booklover #reader #wattpad #wattys

Six best friends. Three couples. Three secret affairs tangled inside the same tight-knit group. Song Dasol, Jung Chaeyeon, and Ahn Solbin have been inseparable since freshman year - golden, envied, the kind of friend group everyone else measures themselves against. Their boyfriends complete the picture: Eunwoo, Mingyu, Minhyun. Perfect couples, perfect photos, perfect lies. Then a testpack is found abandoned in a school bathroom, and three girls are named the last ones seen there. Under pressure, they take the test themselves - and all three come back positive. Except only one of them is actually pregnant. None of them know whose baby it is. None of them know who's been secretly seeing whom behind the group's back - until the accusations start, the boys scramble to protect the girlfriends they've been quietly betraying, and the fragile hexagon of love, jealousy, and guilt they built for years finally collapses in on itself. Then, on the school rooftop where it all started, one of them falls. Accident. Or something else. Nobody will ever be completely sure. THE ARCHITECTURE OF LIE is a slow-burn, heart-wrenching angst thriller about first love, betrayal, and the unbearable weight of secrets shared between people who were supposed to trust each other most. Two endings. One impossible truth. A story about what's left of love once everything true finally comes out.