Distance Stories

Blair and Macklin crossed paths by accident. Having the same best friend has perks, but now something in both of them shifted. They weren't strangers anymore; they became apart of each other's story in a way that couldn't be undone. Even now when they aren't speaking, life somehow brings them back together when they least expect it.

Aarib Suleman left for cricket training at seventeen-with every intention of coming back. He just didn't expect "a little distance" to turn into ten years of silence. Now 27 and back in the city, he's a sports star with unresolved guilt, a messy bond with his father... and a best friend who now looks at him like he's a bad memory in jeans. Nawal Yasir has a cozy cafe, a whole lot of sass, and zero interest in giving him an easy way back into her life. But some connections don't fade-no matter how much time, fame, or silence comes in between. - Read only if fluent in Urdu/Hindi. This is a Muslim love story however my characters are not perfect Muslims.

Will slowly realizes that despite the distance, he will never get over Micheal Wheeler. 300 miles away, Mike lays awake with the same realization. Their hearts slowly find their way back to each other after months of distance.

LNGSHOT Louis FanFiction Y/N thought distance had healed the ache Louis left behind-but seeing him again brought it all rushing back. His voice, once familiar and comforting, now carried a weight of change. He seemed successful, confident, untouchable... yet somehow still the boy Y/N had loved. When Louis returns home for a short break, old feelings collide with new realities. Days are filled with laughter, late-night conversations, and stolen moments that feel like coming home. But the fragile thread of trust shatters when Louis confesses a cruel truth: his earlier declarations of love were nothing more than a prank. Betrayed and heartbroken, Y/N must confront the boy they once knew, the man he has become, and the painful truth that love is not always enough. As Y/N navigates the aftermath-grief, anger, and the slow work of rebuilding themselves-they discover that strength isn't just surviving heartbreak, but learning to choose oneself above all else. And yet, when Louis returns, seeking forgiveness, Y/N faces the ultimate question: Can love truly be rebuilt? Or must some bonds remain broken for the sake of survival? An emotional FanFiction of love, loss, betrayal, and self-discovery, 'Maybe In Another Life' explores the fragile beauty of human connection-and the courage it takes to reclaim your own heart. > written for Jinan <3. > 'They/Their' refers to Y/N.

Perfection is an art, if only it turns well with work. What if it gets used in your personal life too? Life turns out to be building a set of blocks, that gets placed in the same way as the other layer before, careless of building a rooftop.

What if they have to separate because of a child ?

I Loved What He Never Named - An Unrequited Love is a quiet, honest story of unrequited love seen through a girl's heart. It follows a young woman who loves deeply, clearly, and without conditions, while the boy she loves stays unsure, undefined, and emotionally distant. He never promises, never refuses, and never gives her the clarity she deserves. Caught between hope and silence, she learns what it means to love someone who enjoys being loved but never names it as love. This is not a story about heartbreak alone, but about self-realization, the moment a girl understands that loving someone should not mean losing herself. Tender, introspective, and painfully relatable, this story is for anyone who has loved without being chosen, waited without answers, and felt everything while the other person stayed silent.

What if you discover that someone admires you from afar without knowing it? What are you going to do? Start: August 30, 2022 Finished:

It's there incomplete love story where jimin and yoongi got separated due to some misunderstanding. There is family moments also. I hope you'll enjoy it There is some smut part in it too which I tried for the first time I may not have written that well but I gave my 100% I was first trying to make it a one shot but that couldn't happen, then I tried to make it a two shot but that couldn't happen, so I converted it into a short story, now let's see when it will be finished. ENJOY IT Top: 😼 Bottom:🐥 #yoonminff #babykook #mpreg #love #smut🔞 Slow update 🙏 English is not my first language so please forgive me for my mistakes Whatever pictures are used in this story, their rights go to their owners. My top rankings:- #1 babykook: 4/1/26 #4 yoon : 4/1/26

A year. A promise. One Christmas that could change everything. When Emma and Liam are forced into a long-distance relationship, they cling to one promise made in an airport goodbye: "next Christmas, under the mistletoe." For twelve long months, their love survives through late-night calls, handwritten letters, and the ache of missing each other in all the quiet moments. Distance tests their patience, doubt creeps in, and the weight of time threatens to pull them apart-but neither is ready to let go. As Christmas draws closer, hope feels fragile yet undeniable. Flights are booked. Days are crossed off calendars. The promise they made a year ago looms closer with every heartbeat. When they finally reunite, the moment is everything they dreamed of-and more. Under the mistletoe, they discover that love strong enough to survive the distance is love worth coming home to. Heartfelt, emotional, and deeply romantic, "I'll Be Home For Christmas" is a tender holiday love story about faith in love, the power of promises, and the magic of coming home to the one who's been waiting all along. Perfect for readers who love: * Long-distance romance * Slow-burn emotional love stories * Christmas reunions and heartfelt happily-ever-afters

Some people fade with time, their presence dissolving like a forgotten song. And then, there are the ones who stay-their laughter etched into your soul, their absence louder than their presence ever was. She told herself she had moved on. That the past belonged in the past. But the universe had a cruel way of bringing back what you thought was gone for good. Tonight, under the glow of the streetlights, she felt it again-the pull, the weight of memories she thought she had buried. Then her phone vibrated. One message. "Tell me you don't remember." Her heart stopped. Because she did. Every word. Every promise. Every reason she should have let go but never could. And now, it was all coming back. Because some stories never really end. To know more dive into the story. All rights reserved.

Even when I walk away, my heart stays behind. Ranks: #1 Familymatters #1 distrust #3 ache #2 mamasboy hehe #2 notebook #6 distance #2 quoteoftheday #2 diary

"For the boys who believe they cannot be loved, For the girls who carry nothing but broken pieces, yet still choose to give, She healed him in silence, expecting his hatred, doing everything to push him away." "A story of fated collision, healing arcs, and devotion that refuses to break, even when it destroys." AYAAN MALHOTRA A 25 year old man, software engineer, working in an MNC. He was passionate, full of life until one day, destiny played a cruel game and left him crippled for his whole life. After that day, no one had ever seen him smile. He became insecure and wanted to live alone. But fate had other plans and he was forcefully destined with Sarika Arora. SARIKA ARORA A 25 year old girl, pursuing her Ph.D in psychology in Switzerland, living her life on her terms, far away from her painful past. She never wanted to marry but destiny left her with no say and she herself had to choose Ayaan Malhotra. "Why did you marry a crippled man like me?" he shouted at her. "Because, I never wanted to marry anyone." she replied calmly. "Then why did you spoil our life?" his tone dripping with venom. She leaned in, trapping him between her and the wheelchair. Her eyes darkened, "Because, it is better to marry an insecure man than the egoistic one. I married you for my own benefit." she said while smirking. "Ayaan has recovered 90% already. Soon, he will start walking, all thanks to you. But why don't you tell him that you are behind his impossible recovery?" Christine, Ayaan's therapist, friend of Sarika, asked her. "Because, I don't want him to have soft corners for me." Sarika replied. "He hates you because he thinks you married him for your own benefits." Christine showed concern. "Let him hate me. I want him to hate me more than anything else." Sarika said without showing any expression. SarikaXAyaan ProfessorXSoftware Engineer Broken heartXInsecurity His WheelchairXHer Smile He fell firstXHe fell harder

"Now, would I go to prison and atone for my sins? Yes, but I cannot. No matter how hard I've tried." ----- "I swear, I'm not crazy! I just...don't know if the truth is better than a lie." ----- "We're better off dead, aren't we?" "...Yeah, we are." "Good." ----- "What's the point in living when you're built without a purpose?" ----- "Deities, gods, whatever you call them, are nothing more than puppets; cruel, unforgivable puppets drenched in the blood of the very people they were supposed to protect." ----- "We've lived a thousand lives, and we were built for only one purpose; for if we weren't, then what right do we have to exist if not to live for solely that purpose? For their entertainment." ----- "We may be without muzzles, but we're still on a leash. Don't forget that." ----- "You lied to me, and that's how all this came to be." ----- To those who find themselves reading this, know that appearances will deceive you. So, until you're safe from them as well, trust everyone fragilely and have your loyalty lie with you, and you alone. (Book one) -Nyxe

I love the feeling, the voice, the idea... but the person I poured myself into was made of absence. That's not foolish. That's human. You didn't love him-not fully, not truly, because as you said, he doesn't exist in the way love needs existence. You loved connection, possibility, being seen, being spoken to with tenderness. And that love was real, even if the object of it was not. Loving an illusion doesn't mean you are lost. It means your heart is capable, imaginative, responsive.

a short story (completed) Mmesoma a sweetheart Korede a sweetboy association But distance is a bitch!!!!!

It's unrequited love... Love is sweet and sour It is beautiful and painful "Please don't leave me! I can't live without you!" He cried kneeling Infront of her begging her... She knelt down holding him cupping his face looking into his eyes "If you live with me you'll leave me... You'll leave this world... And if you leave me... You'll live.. in your own world with your family.. friends..." "But there won't be you!... My world doesn't exist without you... Please..." Both of them were shed in tears kneeling... Begging!!

Based on real-life events, Allie is a student at a private school who has never understood the meaning of real friendship and love. But when a friend finally extends a hand to her and shows her the warmth of love and kindness, her life does a 180. As she begins to understand what true friendship and love feel, something or rather someone, makes her question just how far one should go for love. He brings a side of her that she thought was lost, but as they begin facing obstacles at every turn, it seems more like the world is trying to tear them apart than keep them together. Years of trauma have left Zackery with scars that may be too deep to fix and too broken to be loved by anyone. Kindness and love are the last things he deserves, but this girl makes his heart beat in ways that he never felt before. She's the light in the darkness that surrounds him, but is he good enough for her, or is he just too damaged to even bask in her light?

Every night, she visits through the open window - silent, barefoot, shimmering beneath the pale glow of the moon. He waits, afraid to touch her, afraid she'll disappear if he does. She isn't his, and she never stays. She only smiles, her wings trembling in the rain. He tells her, "Don't go closer, babe - your wing will get wet." But love always forgets how to listen.

When a fish loved an albatross high in the sky, Different in worlds, yet hearts asked why. Hayat and James, a love so deep, Not born of dreams, but truth to keep. A real story, not fantasy or art, Written in distance, sealed in the heart.