Emotionalbaggage Stories

Basketball was in her blood, but LaMelo Ball made her want to set the whole damn court on fire. Theresa Young doesn't play games. She runs things quietly from the sidelines, calling shots behind the camera while the league watches her brother light up the court. Her situationship with Jalen Johnson? Chill. Uncomplicated. Safe. But when Charlotte's finest shows up with that cocky grin and too much swagger for one man, everything changes. LaMelo Ball is all attitude and bad timing. He gets under her skin-then under her guard. What starts as petty jabs and passive glances turns into something hotter, heavier, harder to ignore. Now Jalen's noticing. LaMelo's circling. And Theresa's stuck between the boy who never claimed her and the one who might just ruin her carefully built peace. The pressure's building. The season's heating up. And some fouls don't get called until it's too late. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. While it includes real-life figures and settings, not everything will align with how things are in real life. Some details have been changed, imagined, or exaggerated for the sake of the story. Please remember this is purely fictional and should be enjoyed as such!

Tunde Kalejaye is a polished Lagos lawyer with a royal surname, a Rolex, and a deadline to find a partner before his parents arrange one for him. Kola is a streetwise agbero with tattoos, quick comebacks, and zero regard for hierarchy. They meet on a danfo in Obalende. One is trying to hold his world together. The other is about to crack it open.

A marriage of convenience. A mansion full of secrets. And a bride armed with a raccoon named Bernard. Theodosia Blythe was never the "proper daughter." Too loud, too opinionated, too fond of obscure insults and taxidermy. So when her family drags her back into high society to marry Sebastian Everhart - the emotionally constipated heir of a crumbling empire - she agrees. For the inheritance. For the power. And maybe...for revenge. But Everhart estate isn't just cold marble and whispered expectations. It's hiding something darker. Blackmail. Betrayal. A legacy soaked in secrets. As Theo sets the halls aflame with sarcasm and chaos, she uncovers the truth that could bring down both families. And somehow - amid all the scandal, schemes, and stolen kisses - she starts to feel something dangerously close to love. Sharp banter, slow burn tension and just enough murder. Perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers, family intrigue, and heroines who'd rather fight than curtsy.

CBI agent Teresa Lisbon is tough, sharp, and unshakable - until she's suddenly facing deportation. A clerical error and expired visa mean she could be forced to leave the country... unless she finds a quick fix. Enter Patrick Jane - her arrogant, charming, and annoyingly observant consultant at the California Bureau of Investigation. The solution? A fake marriage. The catch? They have to convince immigration it's real by passing a brutal couples test. As they practice being madly in love, the lines between fake and real begin to blur. She knows it's a lie. He claims it's all a game. But some feelings can't be faked. And when secrets, trust, and past heartbreaks surface - will they still choose each other when the test is over?

🌸 Woh chup rehkar jeeti hai. 😄 Woh hamesha muskura ke chhup jaata hai. 📚 Jab ek college project unhe saath laata hai, do alag duniyaon ke log, ek khamoshi mein jud jaate hain. 🖋️ Lafzon ke bina bhi, kuch rishte dil se baat karte hain. 💔✨ Ek kahaani unspoken feelings, slow-burn dosti, aur pyaar ki jo khamoshi mein bhi jeet jaata hai... ---

Suguru Geto has spent years haunted by dreams he can never fully remember-until one night, a voice cuts through the haze like a blade: "Find me again in another life." He doesn't know who the voice belongs to, but the pain feels real. The love, even more so. And no matter how many times he tells himself it's just a dream... it never feels like one. Cover credits: @w8ingf0r on X https://x.com/w8ingf0r/status/1795884606497178054?s=19

Six years ago, Zaharina Novati left the De Mevius estate and the boy who never quite asked her to stay. Now she's back-for a party, a favor, and definitely not for the green-eyed vineyard heir with a PhD in avoidance and a minor in emotional constipation. Lucien De Mevius has grown into his brooding jawline and inherited all the dysfunction a family empire can buy. But when Zara walks back into his life-in stilettos, no less-he finds himself wishing for a second chance he's not sure he deserves. Surrounded by old money, new gossip, and enough repressed feelings to warrant a Netflix miniseries, Zara and Lucien must navigate family politics, sibling sabotage, and the kind of chemistry that should be illegal in a room full of expensive crystal. She's trying to keep her distance. He's trying not to combust. And everyone else? They just want the canapés and a front-row seat to the fireworks. Six Years Between Us is a sharply funny, achingly tender story of timing gone wrong, secrets that don't stay buried, and the kind of love that refuses to be ignored-even if you're really trying.

(Wounds of the Soul's sequel) 3 months after Hyde's defeat, a new enemy, with the power to disable other metas' abilities, starts rising up in Central City, and he's determined to start his personal vendetta against the Flash who's still picking up the pieces after everything. To take him down, Team Flash will need to uncover the secret as to why this Meta is so hell-bent on revenge.

He left without a word. Now she's back-with blood on her knuckles and revenge in her eyes. After six years together, Rhea's world shatters when her boyfriend, Zayn, vanishes without a trace. No goodbye. No explanation. Just heartbreak and silence. But she doesn't fall apart-she trains, she bleeds, and she turns herself into someone unrecognizable: a fighter, a weapon, a girl with nothing to lose. When Rhea steps into the underground fight ring for the first time, she's not expecting to see him-Zayn, with her name tattooed across his knuckles and no idea who she really is now. What he doesn't know? She's about to destroy everything he thought he knew. But Zayn has secrets too. Dangerous ones. And Rhea's about to learn that in this world of fists and lies, love and revenge might be the deadliest fight of all.

Mere has been in love with his best friend Nia for as long as he can remember. She's everything - bright, beautiful, impossible to let go of. But to her, he's just Mere - the one she runs to when the world gets too loud, not the one she dreams about. When Nia starts dating someone new, Mere tells himself he's fine. That loving her from a distance is enough. That he'd only break her heart if she ever looked at him the way he looks at her. But love like his doesn't stay hidden forever. And when a letter he never meant her to read makes its way into her hands, everything shifts. This isn't a fairytale. It's the story of a boy who loved quietly, a girl who didn't see it until it hurt, and the messy, beautiful, painful space between friendship and something more.

College is supposed to be a fresh start-but for Evelyn Maren, it's just another chapter of trying to stay invisible. Quiet, timid, and content fading into the background, she wants nothing more than to survive the chaos of campus life without drawing attention. Then there's Jaxon Rivers. Older, untouchable, and wrapped in every shade of danger, Jaxon is the kind of guy parents warn their daughters about-reckless, sharp-tongued, and dripping with red flags. Everyone knows he's trouble. Everyone but Evelyn. Thrown together by chance and tangled by something neither of them can name, their worlds begin to intertwine in ways that defy logic. As whispers stir beneath the surface and secrets begin to rise with the smoke, Evelyn discovers that sometimes the people we fear the most are the ones who protect us the hardest. And Jaxon Rivers? He may be a walking warning sign to everyone else But to Evelyn, he just might be the safest place she's ever known.

Words by someone wandering the world and living

Camila Wilson nie wierzy już w miłość. Po toksycznym związku, w którym nauczyła się bać własnego cienia, zamyka się w małej piekarni i pilnie strzeże swojej samotności. Nie szuka niczego poza spokojem. A potem spotyka jego. Natan Silvestri - z pozoru beztroski, sarkastyczny, z papierosem w dłoni i spojrzeniem, które rozbiera duszę na części. Milioner z przeszłością, o której nie mówi nikomu. Jest jak żywioł - przyciąga i rani jednocześnie. Ich spojrzenia krzyżują się po raz pierwszy na pokładzie łodzi, gdzie jedno spojrzenie wystarcza, by wywołać burzę. Między nimi rodzi się napięcie, które z każdą stroną rośnie. Ale w tej historii nie chodzi tylko o miłość. Chodzi o ból, o niedopowiedzenia, o to, co dzieje się, gdy dwoje złamanych ludzi próbuje się nawzajem uratować. A może zniszczyć. To opowieść o tym, że nie każdy dotyk koi, a nie każda rana musi krwawić, by boleć.

The story follows Yuna, a 27-year-old woman, and Kai, her childhood friend who has been by her side through every up and down. Both are deeply scarred by the weight of life-broken dreams, burdens they carry, and unspoken love for one another. Yuna believes her love for Kai will always remain hidden, a quiet flame that keeps her going. When Kai experiences a devastating personal loss, their friendship begins to shift. Yuna makes a silent vow to share his pain, his burdens, and her own love, no matter the cost. The novel unfolds through their shared memories, struggles, and a growing realization that love can heal what time alone cannot.

"I'm not asking to be saved. I'm just asking you not to leave when I drown." She doesn't write love letters. She writes survival notes - to something she can't see, but feels every second of the day. No one knows the war happening in her chest. The screaming silence after someone pulls away. The way she spirals just from being ignored. The way she can't tell if she's falling in love or falling apart - or if it's both. This isn't her healing journey. It's her journal. One hundred entries. One hundred heartbreaks. One girl trying to understand herself through the only thing that ever truly stayed - the chaos inside her. If you've ever been told you're too much, too emotional, too dramatic... This book is for you. If you've ever begged someone not to go, even when you swore you didn't care... This book is you. These pages aren't pretty. But they're honest. And sometimes that's what hurts the most.

After Hearst, Logan moves to LA to work on his writing career. Back in Neptune, the others deal with loss and pain. This is a story of a pact between friends. Emotional roller coaster of a story. Expect to laugh and cry. (No one dies, don't be scared) Not movie compliant.

Somewhere between silence and paperbacks, she found a photograph. Somewhere behind a lens, he saw her before she ever saw him. In a tucked-away bookstore in London, two people with quiet hearts and noisy pasts build something fragile, unexpected... and real. 𝗔 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄-𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀. 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙚 lives in a quiet London, running her own little bookstore-a space filled with stories, secondhand dreams, and the soft rhythm of healing. But then 𝙍𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙣 walks in-quiet, observant, and carrying an silence louder than storms. A man who doesn't speak much, but looks at her like she's the only story he's ever wanted to read. This isn't a tale of chaos. It's one of late-night rain, shared silence, and two souls who find each other where the world feels too loud. 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 Slowburn GrumpyxGrumpier Romance Bookstorelove Photographer Emotionalbaggage Healinglove Foundfamily Aestheticromance Londonlove

POV: Rain Riley Mendoza She's the MVP volleyball player everyone watches, but no one truly sees. She is strong on the court and quiet off it. Rain doesn't know how to feel when fans start pairing her with Elisse, the pretty rookie. But what happens when the teammate you're supposed to ignore makes your heart race? and your best friend Rabin begins to look at you as if you're more than just a star? This is a coming-of-age slow burn about pressure, identity, and the blurry line between admiration and attraction.