Darkfeminine Stories

She has already left a hundred times - just never out loud. A quiet psychological vignette about rehearsed departures, emotional inertia, and the version of ourselves brave enough to leave only in imagination. For anyone who has ever whispered "tomorrow" and stayed anyway.

They called her sweet. Soft. The perfect daughter. But where love once lived, silence took root. She didn't break - she watched. She learned. And from the shadows, something darker was forged. She wasn't born to be evil. But no one stopped her from becoming.

(Y/N) (L/N) is a top model who was invited to the Met Gala multiple times, despite being 23 years old she accomplished many things than people her age except a couple of things, for instance; falling in love, getting married, having children, or other things like that. (Y/N) has a hard time falling in love because she thinks falling in love will distract her, and turn her soft, what if the relationship goes south and the man she loves betrays and leaves her? So (Y/N) doesn't want to risk destroying her mindset that took years to build so no one could hurt her. Until she got a modeling offer from a big modeling agency that you've never modeled with. The agency informed her that she would be modeling with a famous soccer player named Bachira Meguru. So what will happen next? That is for YOU to find out. this fanfic contains STRONG words

A story about a Scottish girl of Ireland who is an archeologist with great passion for history,stones and nature. one day she discovered an hidden mysterious temple in the forests of bali she saw a mysterious glowing stone buried inside a rubble ,when she picked up that stone she fell to the ground and felt immense pain in her head. She thought she was sick so she left the excavation site and left the rest of the work to her coworkers and went straight into bed with her dog, but the next thing she realised when she woke up was that she had gained powers to see the past and future of certain things and more telepathic powers yet to be awaken.

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All the children surrounded nanny to hear some late night story. As the nanny picked the regular book. All of them revolted, asking her to change the story. So she took the story of Against those fairytale. Like any other story of Yuma, it doesn't have happy ending. A dark history, sweet vengeance, hate and all the negative emotion showing that how reality is often misplaced in the ink. She started to narrate the story of a witch. A witch who is indeed beautiful, but that beauty is curse to keep. A red ink rushed inside her body instead of blood. She never apologise for her sin. She did them all over again. Cause that's how she was made of. Her necklace kept many man soul. She isn't a princess, who is looking for prince for a saving. She is the reason why many prince couldn't survive when their greed took them to dig their own grave. "What is the name of witch?" One of them asked . "Valentina." The nanny answered and she turned the page. Do you want nanny to continue the story?? You want. Don't you??

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She listens to the tick of the pendulum like it's a war drum echoing inside her chest. Everyone thinks she's made of ice-but even ice remembers fire. A poetic descent into a woman's fragmented mind as she chases silence, memory, and the freedom only blood seems to promise. For readers of lyrical fiction, dark poetry, and inner monologues laced with myth and madness.

A story where Leah is forced to marry Noah because of business matter, she hates him with her whole heart meanwhile he's in love but still tries to avoid it.

𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳,𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮𝒓𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦,𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞...𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥,𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭...𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡-𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭<3 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇

in our world, loyalty is currency - and bloodlines are weapons....? .𖥔 ݁ ˖💸.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 in the glittering heights of east coast elite society, six heiresses rule behind velvet ropes and thousand-dollar smiles. they were raised on secrets, trained in charm, and bred to inherit empires. but when a cryptic letter circulates - a hit list of heirs marked for downfall - their glamorous world begins to fracture. at the heart of it all is eseni okoro, the nurturing yet enigmatic daughter of a powerful political dynasty. she's the mother of the group, soft-spoken and sweet. but behind that warmth is a master manipulator who knows exactly how to play fragile. her best friend, salwa marché, hides a past soaked in heartbreak and revenge. kaelin winslow drinks too much and forgives too little. soraya lennox fights louder than she loves. marienne vale sees everything but forgets what matters. and noaelle sinclair? she's already killed to protect a secret once. together, they're the untouchable girls with everything to lose - until one of them disappears. 💌 rich girl rivalries. forbidden love. violent secrets. welcome to a world where the only thing more dangerous than loving your friends... is trusting them.

Elef is light. Lyna is shadow. Two women who live in different cities, walk different paths, and feel like total strangers to one another. But something is wrong. They dream the same dreams. They feel the same pain. They are being pulled toward each other by something deeper than memory... something hidden. One is a golden-hearted student, full of kindness and innocence. The other is a gothic protector, manipulative, brave, and sharp as a blade. But what happens when they finally meet-and realize they are not two people, but two halves of the same broken soul? A mirror was shattered in childhood... Now, it's time to remember who they were and choose who they will become. The Scorpio Woman is a mysterious psychological fiction about trauma, healing, feminine duality, and rebirth. Will she make your life... or end it?

Soul-led writer, shadow-walker, and memory keeper. I speak from the spaces between - death, rebirth, grief, and the love that endures through lifetimes. This is where sweetness and decay meet - Black Honey, Sacred Rot.

Hear, O Zeus, the agony of humankind- the perishing of beasts, the lament of nature. Hear, O Zeus, the slow dying of all things. And so Hermes is sent. Where no mortal foot may tread, he descends to plead for the return of the Bright One. But the season of frost has already begun. She has eaten the shaded seeds of the pomegranate. Her fate is sealed: for six months she must reign in darkness.

This is not a love story. This is a survival story. A healing story. A story for the ones who never said it out loud, but always felt it too deeply. If you're one of them - welcome home. She was never just "quiet." She was a wildfire trapped inside a diary- folded thoughts, stitched lips, and a voice too afraid to echo. Everyone admired her strength. No one saw the weight. This isn't a love story. It's the journey of a girl who bled her truth into poems, masked her pain behind metaphors, and slowly... gently... learned how to un-silence herself. If you've ever felt too much, cared too deeply, or hidden too long- this is your story too.

PREMISE: You never meant to trend. You were supposed to disappear after your academic misconduct scandal - a leaked thesis, a dead professor, and a viral clip of you walking out of an ethics panel smiling. The internet called you "Scholar Gone Psycho." You called it survival. Now you're back. Different name. Fresh start. A job at a private publishing house that specializes in "forgotten women." Until she walks in. Elaine Viot: Socialite turned literary detective Big donor, bigger ego Claims she's writing a book about "monstrous women" And wants to interview you Every day At first, it's just uncomfortable. Then it's seductive. Then it's threatening. Because she knows your real name. She knows what you did. And she's leaving anonymous comments on your burner blog. You're not sure if she's blackmailing you, investigating you - or falling for you. Maybe all three.

Save your tears from all the "rats"! Don't chase, be smart. === Dive in, read, and listen. Let this book guide your mind. Enjoy!. 26/10/25 #puisi [1 of 4.62k]

He placed the blood covered sword on my blouse, I pushed him, but he held my hands with the other, looked into my eyes while smirking, and tore the blouse apart. Kinara is a princess, whose father arranges her marriage with the prince of the rival kingdom, She plans on killing her father, but bumps into a beautiful man on the way... Who was the man? Did she succeed in killing her father? What was her fate?

In a room scented with tea and regret, model Natsumi dies by her rival's hand-only to awaken as Nene, a timid maid trapped in a body she cannot love. When her master, Naomasa, begins to see something familiar in her eyes... she wonders- does he see Nene, or the ghost of Natsumi?