Brokenandbeautiful Stories

Claire Lockwood, a Korean-American idol turned actress, is used to the spotlight-but not to sharing it. Jacob Mickelson, a Hollywood heartthrob with a rebel streak, was never supposed to be her co-star, let alone her weakness. In a world of scripted emotions and flashing cameras, what happens when the line between fiction and reality starts to blur? When the cameras stop rolling, their hearts don't. She lives by discipline, he lives for the thrill. She plans every second, he lives in the moment. Their chemistry was never part of the script-but once the scene ends, reality hits harder. Can two people with opposite worlds, priorities, and dreams find a way to stay in each other's orbit... or will fame pull them apart?

Chevy Horton was born into a family of sixteen siblings, yet she might as well have never existed. Overshadowed, ignored, and forgotten, she spent her life trying to prove she was worthy of love and recognition. But no matter how hard she tried, she remained invisible. In a desperate attempt to carve her own identity, Chevy unknowingly steps onto a path far more dangerous than she ever imagined. When her father arranges her marriage to a wealthy business client, she sees a chance to finally be acknowledged. But Chevy has a secret of her own-she isn't just a forgotten daughter. She's an undercover cop investigating the very man she is about to marry. As she gets closer to uncovering the dark empire her husband has built, she must decide: will she continue to seek the love of a family who never saw her, or will she become something greater-a force that can no longer be ignored?

Mehar believed in fairy tales-until life handed her heartbreak, betrayal, and a marriage that shattered her from within. When fate brings her to Ishaan, a man with secrets of his own, sparks fly-but love was never meant to be easy. Torn between a painful past and a fragile present, Mehar must navigate through love, loss, and resilience. As Ishaan falls for her strength, she battles her emotions, haunted by her choices and fearful of new beginnings. But just when they begin to find solace in each other, a shadow from her past returns-and everything threatens to fall apart again. Will Mehar finally choose her heart's healing... or its history? A story of longing, misunderstandings, redemption, and love that dares to bloom again.

[This is an indian Love & Hate trope] Some stories don't end. They pause... and wait. "SHE WAS JUST A BET" Anika Roy - left her world behind five years ago the city, the pain and 𝘩𝘪𝘮 - after a betrayal that shattered everything. Now, she walks the streets of Milan as a fierce fashion designer, untouchable, unshakable. Shivansh Singh Dewan - Cold. Powerful. Dangerous and Ruthless Billionaire. Her past, her ruin... and maybe, her only unfinished chapter. Love burned her once. Hate fuels her now. But when old sparks ignite... Is revenge ever enough? Or will history write itself all over again? ⚝.......................................................................................⚝ "Leave. My. Hand." She hissed with rage looking straight into his dark forest eyes. There was no reaction on his face, eyes? Unreadable. "Nah darling, not until you answer my question." He whispered in his deep ocean voice. ⚝.......................................................................................⚝ Want to know what happens next? Will the history repeat itself or will the buried lies come out unexpectedly? Then just dive into the story already. Give a chance to this book - I know you won't regret :)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 "𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝙍𝙪𝙞𝙣" 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿. In a world where loyalty is law and betrayal bleeds, Aarav Singh never wanted a bride. Adhisti Rajvanshi never wanted to be seen. Bound by Bratva blood, they step into a marriage laced with hatred, secrets-and a darkness neither of them is ready to face. Because in this world, silence isn't innocence. It's survival.

In this raw and heartfelt poem, the narrator delves into the emotional turmoil of loving someone who never changes, despite the hope and tears poured into them. With vivid language and aching honesty, it explores the pain of clinging to someone who should bring comfort but instead brings confusion and hurt. Torn between loyalty and self-respect, the poem is a reflection on staying for the sake of someone else's feelings, while learning, ultimately, that one's own heart deserves honoring, too. This piece resonates with anyone who has wrestled with unfulfilled love, finding strength in acknowledging that their feelings matter.

What if every dream was a memory you weren't supposed to remember? A soul wakes with a name they can't recall-and a journal that writes back. In a world rewritten by a force called the Editor, two lost lovers begin to piece together the truth buried beneath lifetimes of forgetting. This is a story of love that defies erasure, of memories that fight to be remembered, and of finding someone-again and again-across the edges of time.

She calls it 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. He calls it 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕... But what if they're both right? Alexandria is sunshine in heels―warm, chaotic, and a rush of adrenaline no matter the time. Neil is the human equivalent of a locked office door and a "Do Not Disturb" sign. He might as well be a Greek sculpture―stone-cold, all muscles, and a sharp jaw. When she finds her long-time boyfriend cheating, she does what any sane woman would do: cry, sulk, dump his cheating ass... and kiss the first man she sees mid-rant. Unfortunately, that man is none other than Mr. Habit-Over-Heart himself―Neil Hughes, the guy who loathes her. She thinks he's emotionally constipated. He thinks she's a walking impulse. And her company's new campaign requires them to work together closely in Paris, the city of love. Can a hopeless romantic fall for a man who claims love is just a habit in disguise―controlled, contained, and changed when convenient? 𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆?

The rain wasn't the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn't the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there-soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn't confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn't loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. And Meera realized-some storms don't come from the sky. They walk through the front door.