Denial Stories

𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒗 𝑿 𝑨𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 Previous name " Mr. Teacher " He's her teacher. She's his forbidden storm. And neither of them knows how to walk away. She wasn't supposed to fall for him. He was never meant to feel. But when rules break, love doesn't ask twice.... 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫....

Mavis Reed is your typical teen girl with a typical life. But there's always something, or someone, that ruins the status quo. For Mavis, it's the infamous wrestling team captain Warren Conway. Warren isn't your typical blockheaded jock. Yes, he's loud and sort of obnoxious, but he keeps to himself most times, other than a few non-coach approved wrestling matches in the back lot. He's an expert at covering up black eyes at this point. When he isn't busy with all that, he usually goes out of his way to piss off Mavis. When that happens, she is... well, pissed, obviously. It doesn't help that they are next door neighbors, and their moms are best friends. What's even more annoying is that their moms are convinced they should date. When Warren's girlfriend cheats on him, Mavis and Warren pretend to date to get revenge on her. Their moms are happy, but half the student population is not. But neither of them are backing out now.

This story is entirely a work of fiction. All characters, events, places, and organizations mentioned are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. If you think you see yourself in one of the characters... trust me, you don't. Reader discretion is advised. If any scene makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip or take a break. Your well-being matters more than anything else. Kindly do not copy, repost, or translate any part of this story without the author's permission. Support the story by reading, voting, and leaving comments. your reactions mean a lot and motivate the author to continue writing. With that said... Welcome to the story. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the chaos. ✨

(A story inspired by a random thing I saw on Pinterest) In order to prove his total and utter straightness to his friends, Carter Fleet decides to take on their stupid dare of getting into a girl sleepover. Because it's what straight guys do? Honestly, Carter didn't really get it either, but hey, he'd win 50 bucks, so why the fuck not? After committing to four whole years of pretending to be gay and still not getting invited to the infamous sleepover, Carter takes his act one step further. He gets himself a boyfriend. But, like, in a totally straight, non-homosexual way.

"Would you do it again?" "Miss me already, huh?" "Answer the question, B." "... Yeah I would. I had a really good time." - Brodie Rhodes is popular. Just about every student at her school knows who she is, just about every person in her state who's on TikTok knows who she is. Millions on TikTok and Instagram know, follow, and admire her. Famous for her undeniable gymnastics talent and show stopping beauty, Brodie has plenty of romantic admirers. Yet, not a single one is or has been genuine. So despite her unbreakable confidence and self-love, there's an abundance of doubt in her ability to have a true love life. Damien McCallister is nearly just as popular. Much like Brodie, just about every student at his school knows who he is, and just about every person in his state who's on TikTok knows who he is. Hundreds of thousands on TikTok and Instagram know follow and admire him, his fame rooting from his evident good looks with an added hint of baseball ability. He has plenty of romantic admirers, all of which he ignored while he was with his girlfriend. They broke up 4 months ago. They've known each other since 2nd grade, when they were in the same class for the first time. For years they've had a flirty friendship, going back and forth throwing flirty comments at each other for years, yet nothing ever developed from it. It was always more of a running joke between the two lookers. Was. Now it's their senior year and they're back in the same class right next to each other. When those flirtatious comments are no longer a joke, how will they navigate their newfound fascination with their constantly increasing fame?

This is a SWAP AU where Sabito is the slayer, and Giyuu is the demon. The rest of the story will mainly follow canon story, but will be fast-paced. Sabito will be made to be much stronger than Tanjiro was in canon, and Giyuu will also be stronger than Nezuko's demon form in canon. I'm altering Tanjiro's backstory to a massive extent so the plot can make more sense for this AU. A lot of this story doesn't make sense since i'm still an inexperienced writer, and not good at making fighting or dramatic scenes. English isn't my first language, so forgive any grammar, punctuation, or spelling mistakes.🇬🇷

Kaun Tujhe...✨ At first, during their school life it was just about - Chaos and Confusion, Fights and Fun, Laughter and Learning... But, after 7 YEARS of separation the sworn enemies turned into lover's loving passionately. The journey well not so easy. But, a journey full of Emotions... ✨ - ChandaniyaaTHEwriter

"I love you," he whispered, his voice breaking. She opened her mouth, but no words came. She couldn't say it back. Because to her, he was nothing but a stranger with sad eyes and a heart full of ghosts.

She's the epitome of power, both feared and respected in the corporate world as a CEO. Beneath her polished, business-savvy exterior, though, she's also deeply entrenched in the mafia world-running a criminal empire that no one dares question. She keeps her criminal activities well-hidden, using her legitimate business as a front to launder money and maintain control over illegal dealings. She's cold, calculating, and has built walls around her heart due to her dangerous lifestyle. But what if a plain girl appears to her dull life? Would she take the risk or would she try not to fall apart? @yunaverve

They say everyone is born with an invisible red string that ties them to their soulmate. For Anastasia, love has always felt like a distant dream-until the day she sees the string for the first time, glowing faintly against her wrist. The thread leads her to someone unexpected: a boy with secrets, a past that haunts him, and a smile that feels like home. As their lives intertwine, Ana must choose whether to trust the string's pull or risk cutting it altogether-because sometimes destiny ties knots you're not ready to untangle.

Jonathan Davis (KoRn) catches feelings for Fred Durst (Limp Bizkit) knowing that this one is giving everything he has to Britney Spears. How will this love triangle end? And is being best friends with Fred's worst enemy helps Jon? Or is he getting manipulated? Is all of this beginning to be toxic? DAVISDURST FANFIC. Go read it! (Los Angeles, 2002) Disclaimers: this story is a joke. I do not beleive in those ships in real life, don't worry. I only write this for fun! (Updates will be irregular) This is not a masterpiece but I dare you to read it 😈

Advika Mehra thought she had left her past behind-the heartbreak, the betrayal, the night that stole not just her love but her trust. She built her life on resilience, promising herself she would never fall into the same fire again. But fate had other plans. When Aryaansh walks back into her world, every wound reopens. Once her safe place, he is now the man whose silence broke her. Yet beneath his calm exterior lies a storm of regret, guilt, and an unshakable truth-he never stopped loving her. Surrounded by friendships that blur into rivalries, laughter that hides scars, and bonds that time could not erase, Advika finds herself caught between holding on and letting go. Her friends-Mishti, Khushi, Kabir, Vedant, Avinash, and Anshika-carry their own battles of love, loss, and longing, each thread weaving deeper into hers. But the past has not finished with them. Shadows return, secrets resurface, and choices made years ago demand answers. As Advika stands at the edge of her fears, she must ask herself-can love ever heal what it once destroyed, or is some pain meant to linger forever? 💔✨ A story of friendship, heartbreak, second chances, and the haunting power of unspoken bonds.

Vivien Aster is a hero beloved by the city. She's got it all, looks, money, powers, a boyfriend. Even with all that, she can't help but feel like something's missing. On the other side of the coin, we have (R E D A C T E D). Nobody knows her name, no one wants to know her name. All that's known about her is that she's "evil". Anyone who tried to find out more, was never heard from again. She's known as The Faceless. She always wears elaborate outfits of onyx black, accompanied by a thick mesh veil and a masquerade mask. What happens when the two enemies run into each other at a charity ball, with Vivien being fully unaware just who exactly she's talking to? What happens if they bond so much during said ball, that they become friends, maybe even more?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 used to be naive. She grew up oblivious to her da's business, unable to name the smell that filled her house. All she knew was that he loved her. The first day of secondary school opened her twelve year old eyes, even if she wasn't aware. Her life became intertwined with older kids, exposing her to lifestyles filled with parties and secrets. 𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 was a rugby prodigy. He was raised with affection, warm meals and massages whenever he ached. Yet, he knew not to push too far. Overworking himself would only burn him out, taint his happiness and suck away his soul. He was naturally sporty and smart, meaning his options were endless. All he had to do was avoid the wrong path. 𝐎𝐑,, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. Constant bickering that blurred the line between hate and teasing. They existed on different sides of social lives, yet always found themselves talking to the other. Whether in chippies or deserted classrooms

𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 ° 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗍 ° 🌪️🌌💸⚖️💌 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧. 𝐀 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

Sabi nga ni Erik Erikson, every stage of our life is a battle between two forces; and to heal, we must first confront the conflict we've avoided the most. Maureen tries to embrace the parts of herself she thought were too dark, too broken, too blue. As she navigates grief, identity, longing, and the very fragile threads of connection, she discovers that sometimes, warmth doesn't come from the sun. Minsan, nanggagaling ito sa taong marunong dumampot ng basag na piraso mo nang hindi nasusugatan. A slow-burning, psychological, quietly devastating story of learning to sit with your pain, to understand your mind, and eventually, to believe that even the coldest blue can turn warm in the right hands.

David and Brayden have always orbited each other: close enough for sparks, far enough that neither boy ever admits the wildfire burning beneath their skin. To everyone else, they're opposites: David, quiet and soft-hearted; Brayden, popular, temperamental, and desperate to convince himself he's straight. But the truth is far messier. One furious confrontation outside the school changes everything. David's heart shatters. Brayden's secrets crack open. And neither of them can outrun what they've been feeling since the day they met. Haunted by longing, jealousy, and memories they wish they could forget, the boys find themselves pulled back together again; an accidental touch in a crowded hallway, a hand around a waist, a trembling apology that never fully leaves Brayden's throat. Every moment between them gets harder to ignore... and harder to hide. As the tension builds, so do the stakes: freak-outs disguised as fights, arguments that turn into kisses, rain-soaked confessions, party jealousy, locker-room closeness, football-field standoffs, and the slow unraveling of Brayden's carefully constructed walls. David becomes the one thing Brayden wants and the one thing he thinks he should never have. But desire has a way of breaking rules. And once they finally give in, their world changes forever. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn to explosion. A boy who's scared to be hurt and another who's terrified he might hurt him. And two hearts learning that sometimes love feels like a fight... and sometimes it feels like falling. (IF YOU HAVE ANY RECOMMENDATIONS FOR SONGS FOR CHAPTERS/SCENES OR JUST STORY IDEAS IN GENERAL PLS LET US KNOW!!) Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4ATSOi6wjU940kkYXP4osJ?si=YHnMXdNKSpG0sk-LLqWwDA&pi=nKWvzr3AQcqa5

Watching my friends fall in love with "good girls"... But here I am, stalking a villain.. So, what if I love the villain.

"You can't always rely on yourself, Azazel. There's a reason why we're mates." "I don't want you as a mate!" I growled out. "Why couldn't the Moon Goddess give me someone who isn't like you? Why did it have to be you? Why?" "Then reject me already." His calmness was anything but comforting. We stood mere inches apart, our chests almost touching. "If you hate having me as a mate so much, reject me." Was he serious?? Did he really give me the chance to do this? "If you can't stand me anymore, reject me now and I'll set you free." I stared up at him and I could've sworn I saw how hurt he was flash through his eyes. Did I really want to do this? Of course I did but was it the logical thing to do? I guess I just had to find out. "I, Alpha Azazel of Black Chasm Pack and Alpha of all Alphas, rejec-" I didn't get to complete my sentence when Kruel crashed his lips onto mine.

*Trigger Warnings: Depression, self-harm scars, anxiety, mentioned abuse, mentioned neglect, mentioned emotional manipulation, trauma, angst.* Rumi couldn't let them see. Don't let your faults or fears ever be seen. Ever. The scars were faults. She couldn't let them know. They'd be horrified. They'd be scared. She knew they'd been hurt, she couldn't let them be scared of her, ever. Mira knew she wasn't perfect, but their group was. All she had to do to stay happy was keep it together. Bite her tongue, don't get into a fight, don't drive them away. Think before you speak. Put them before herself. She'd be the perfect friend, then they wouldn't leave her. She could have a family. Zoey loved their group. She knew it had problems, but that didn't change the fact that she loved it. And she could fix it. As long as she didn't nag, was as helpful as possible, and settled any arguments to make herself indispensable, she could fix it. She could be useful. Zoey was neglected, Mira was abused, and Rumi was ignored. This is a story of trauma, angst, found family, acceptance, and finding yourself. Read at your own risk.