Doomedromance Stories

(I've had to rewrite chapter 1 I'm gonna cry) Tw: non human gore/body horror, swearing/strong language, casual and serious mentions of suicide, amateur writing

The reaping of the 125th Hunger Games is only eight days away. And this year, like every twenty-five years, is a Quarter Quell. Mae knows these Games will be remembered - just like the 50th, where there were twice as many tributes, or the 75th, where previous victors were reaped again. But she isn't scared. The chance of her name being chosen is one in... what? One hundred ninety?

Ten-year-old Amelia Vespertine is the wealthiest merchant's daughter in the valley, but she couldn't care less about decorum. Armed with a pouch of heavy silver coins and a fierce belief in old tales, she slips off to an ancient well in the woods with one desperate wish: to find her true love, and to spend infinite lifetimes with them. She just didn't expect the universe to answer by throwing Nicholas Prescott right into her path. Nico is the Mayor's son-arrogant, effortlessly charming, and the ultimate village nuisance. When a whimsical childhood adventure takes a perilous turn, a devastating fall leaves Nico facing a permanent scar over his eye. To save him, Amelia relies on forbidden wood-lore. But in the 1770s, knowing the secret remedies of the forest means being branded a witch. To protect her from the bonfire, Nico spins a reckless lie, binding them together in a terrifying secret

Will a person ever truly be able to contain their feelings? Feelings that burn hotter than the embers that condemn traitors to a certain death. Feelings that are more passionate than the never-ending battle between nations. Could anyone ever truly hold back? If those feelings ignite between two people who could surely never be together; two people are bound to separation because of their titles? Surely, those feelings must be controlled. Contained. A princess: noble, reverend, untouchable. A jester: mocking, political, despised. Yet, in secret, stolen glances and forbidden nights... the idea of letting those feelings burn is stronger than any other fire. Surely, they must be kept at bay. Surely, they are meant for someone more worthy. Surely?

The story of Tom Riddle's failed love life that inspired him to become Lord Voldemort. So I wrote this fanfiction a while ago and decided to upload it to Wattpad because why not. I know it's really short and kind of weird, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

My writings ass but I love Galladay sm I'm crying ALSO MOST OF THIS PROBABLY HAS SPOILERS IN IT for the 2.1-2.2 quests so I'd advise you not read if you don't wanna be spoiled (if you didn't do the quests)

"Why did you want me if you were going to leave me in the first place?" "Because I never had you." We all make terrible decisions at times, usually for reasons unbenknownst to us or with good intentions. I made mine in hopes of making someone else happy and making them see they need to change their life to make themselves happy after I'd be gone. Little did I know, it took courage to do that. #olderman#youngerwoman#fiction#doomedromance

The world changes when shadow ladies attempt to take over the Earth. Britney goes through various emotions while trying to figure out where she stands. What happened to Meredith, her BFF since forever? Will she succeed in saving the world from an era of darkness?

A knight returns home after battle to find his fiancée missing. He is determined to find her at any cost. Even at the cost of his life.

She was perfection-too perfect, perhaps. He called her by many names, each one a reflection of the way he saw her, the way he needed her to be. Geneviève was not just a woman; she was a fever, a force, an obsession that blurred the line between love and madness. Through fragmented recollections and letters never meant to be read, a tale unfolds of longing, beauty, and the inescapable grip of desire. But beneath the poetry lies something darker-a question lingering between the lines, waiting to be answered. How much of love is real? And how much is only a dream we refuse to wake from? Please let me know what you think thus far (Chapters 1-3 available at this moment)

A quiet astrologist and a radiant leader are pulled together by fate, danger, and a case that threatens to swallow Fontaine whole. Layla falls first, Navia falls harder, and somewhere between late‑night stargazing and soft teasing, they become each other's safest place. But when Navia disappears into the shadows of her father's investigation, Layla must decide how far she's willing to go to follow the only light she's ever dared to love.

--DISCLAIMER: IDEAS HAVE BEEN TAKEN FROM THE BOLLYWOOD FILM HUM TUM. THE CHARACTERS ARE MINE BUT THEY HAVE BEEN BASED OFF OF HUM TUM CHARACTERS AND SO HAS THE PLOT IN CERTAIN ASPECTS. NEVERTHELESS, I HOPE IT IS ENJOYABLE-- Yoon Myung-ki, a young Korean self-styled ladies man, is a cartoonist. His comic "Hum Tum" presents the clashes of male/female behavior. He has never been able to understand girls. His childhood friend, Avantika Malik, a beautiful Pakistani girl, has been his crush throughout his childhood. His crush soon developed into love during his late teens. Will he ever be able to confess his feelings or will he forever make himself believe he doesn't understand girls? --English is written normally, Urdu is in Italics, Korean is in bold--

I think the type of love worth waiting for is the type Where you when you look at them You see fire flies And when they're there, everything's okay The world could end and you'd be okay Cause it would end with you and them. Together. The type of love where when they aren't there, Food doesn't matter so much anymore Colors turn dull Days seem too long and all of a sudden you question how you ever made it without them. The type of love where without them you'd never be the same again.. The type of love where without them, life seems like just a collection of hours building into days, that eventually month's consecutively into years all simply leading up to death. So without them life feels.. well, meaningless. I think the kind of love worth fighting for is the kind I found with Ember.

This story is dedicated to my dear friend, Trevor. This is my gift to you, I hope you enjoy it. Fallout: New America is an alternate universe project made in collaboration with my dear friend, Ashlyn. She's a brilliant writer and artist. Fallout: New America was an idea I had rolling in my head when I was first playing Fallout 4 back in 2015. I loved the worldspace of The Commonwealth, but I always felt it and the story itself was lacking in a lot of departments. The lack of big communities, unique groups and reusing pre-existing factions really bothered me. So, I thought I'd try and make something new and with help from Ashlyn. [@ashblondekitty on Instagram] I finally have the courage to share it. Fallout: New America. As Flowers Bloom is organised into Acts: Act 1: The Plague of The Dead. Act 2: The End. Act 3: New World Above. Act 4: Garden of Eden. Act 5: Fight For Your Future. Enjoy your return to the wasteland and thank you for choosing, Vault-Tec!

In the icy wilderness of Alaska. Lies two interesting individuals. Amelia Sterling, a quiet thinker with a mind for logic and understanding, has always relied on intellect over muscle, hence why she was often the victim. Harper Lane, her former bully, a charismatic athlete who thrived on attention and physical activities, but wrongly using it against others. When the two women become separated from their groups during a supply run, survival means having each other's back through zombie-infested terrain. An original story.

callen and aiken were ordinary teens, had a relationship deeper than friends but lovers.. everything was normal between the two of them until Callen got diagnosed with childhood dementia causing him to slowly lose memories and parts of himself...will aiken help his dear lover?..what will happen in the future? [ Original story and book cover written by me and drawn by me all copy right claims reserved. ]

Jophiel cannot love the lovely orphan boy that confessed his love to him. But he still did anyways. mlm short story // assisted by chat gpt

Maybe someone else can understand how this feels.