histórias de Emotionalchaos

When Cathy casts a love spell to make her crush notice her, she thinks she's changing fate - until she realizes the real magic might be her own illusion.

Vera was never taught how to love without losing herself. Her obsession didn't arrive suddenly-it grew slowly, like rot beneath the skin. Every thought bent toward him. Every breath felt borrowed unless it carried his name. Going to his apartment wasn't a choice. It was inevitable. The walls watched. The air felt heavy, bruised with unspoken desires and buried violence. His presence stripped her of reason. Silence between them wasn't empty-it screamed. When he looked at her, she felt owned, undone, reduced to need. The bed became a battlefield of power and surrender, where affection tasted like cruelty and closeness felt like captivity. Nights blurred into something dangerous-touch laced with control, longing twisted into dependence. Vera didn't want tenderness. She wanted to be consumed. To disappear inside him, even if it meant destroying herself. She knew he could ruin her. She wanted it. Because Vera doesn't love to survive. She loves to bleed, to break, to belong-even if belonging means losing her soul. Some girls dream of forever. Vera dreams of obsession.

My life was perfect..maybe too perfect. Then I started thinking about him. A boy I had never met but couldn't stop imagining.What began as curiosity turned into obsession, let's see where it leads me...

an epilostory; kyle and angela What we feel in secret can't survive in the light.

When Chloe finds a velvet-covered notebook in her school's lost-and-found, she thinks it's just another journal. Until the stories she writes inside start coming true-for 24 hours only. At first, it's fun. Fixing drama. Getting revenge. Rewriting her world. But the notebook has a mind of its own-and it's starting to write back. Secrets unravel. Friendships fracture. And Chloe must decide; how far will she go to control the chaos she created?

She left notes no one was supposed to find. He was a cold heart no one could break. He never knew her name. But her notes haunted him for years. Once again thier path collide with eachother - Once, she was just a shy girl leaving sweet letters under his desk - now she's a mystery wrapped in silence and secrets. Jungkook, now a cold-hearted CEO, has buried every trace of the girl who used to leave him breathless with innocent words. But when a new assistant walks into his life - quiet, graceful, familiar - his control starts to crumble. She's not supposed to exist. He's not supposed to remember. hidden cravings don't die. They return hungrier. What happens when the stalker becomes the one being watched?

My headspace, my mind is occupied by a lot, some of which are random thoughts, deep feelings, fears, challenges and aspirations. What better way than writing it out as my on form of journal, my mind journal. No dream journal here, not yet at least... This is just my venting space. Lets talk together

🥂Welcome to Velvet Bullet - a story stitched in shadows and silk, where every glance hides a secret and every word is a loaded gun. This isn't just a romance. It's a slow-burning obsession, born in silence, wrapped in legacy, and laced with danger. It's about two people - raised in opposite worlds, both haunted by truths they don't yet know - colliding under a sky too fast for honesty. Amaira is elegance with fire in her blood. Reyansh is charm built on ruin and revenge. And between them? A storm dressed in velvet. They don't know they're enemies. They don't know they've already fallen. But you'll know. You'll feel it. - With fire and fiction, A. V. Nyx 🌒

a dark and alluring man, bound by fate, becomes obsessed with a beautiful, strong-willed woman whose resistance only fuels his desire. As their predestined paths cross, an irresistible and dangerous chase ensues, where love, power, and divine forces intertwine, leaving them both on the edge of surrender and destruction.

Anya, full of fire and softness, crossed paths with Aryan - quiet, steady, and hiding storms behind his silence. What started as a clash of souls slowly turned into something neither of them could name. One step too close, one moment too late - and their worlds collided. Now, they're standing on the edge of something fragile... love, maybe. Or something more dangerous.

I feel so lonely, I hate myself and my failures, though I want you to remember that I existed.

A queer psychological dark humored story about spiraling and surviving. Cas is falling into a hole- and it might be real.

Chaotic. That's the only word for them. Meher and Aarav were never meant to notice each other. She was fire-arrogant, sharp-tongued, impossible to impress. He was fun-the college flirt, too charming for his own good. They studied in the same college. Walked the same corridors. Passed each other a hundred times without a glance. Until one moment changed everything. And the chaos began. Meher can't stand him. Aarav thinks she's just being dramatic. But what starts as accidental glances and sarcastic banter turns into a slow-burning mess of feelings neither of them asked for. Late-night arguments. Accidental confessions. Jealousy that hits too deep. And tension that refuses to go away. Behind every stare-something dangerously close to love. In the middle of fights, and broken pride, two hearts begin to fall. But the real question is- Will they admit it before it's too late?

They were only supposed to play house. [ COMPLETED] A quiet mission. A sleepy town. Two agents pretending to be in love while waiting for the signal to move. But in Stillwater, nothing stays pretend for long-and neither of them are built for stillness. He runs from the past. She hides from it. And when the truth finds them, no alias will be enough to save what's left.

This book is paintful meaning... If You Read it your mind never be the same... This philosophy broken your mind... Your brain touch hard mindfucking PS. This tekst not is wrote classical english. Its a lirycal broken, fealing english, unical fucking style:D

I have been writing these short stories from a very long time.I hope you guys like it these short stories are a work of my imagination.

Title: When the Rain Knows Our Names By Q.Ra --- Teaser She was trying to escape fate. He just wanted to solve a case. Neither expected to fall in love in the rain. --- Description: Im Sol wasn't planning to meet anyone. Especially not a genius-level, mystery-obsessed boy with trust issues and an annoyingly perfect coat. After messing with fate (again), Sol does the responsible thing: she runs away. To Tokyo. Where time feels quieter, the skies cry often, and there's absolutely no chance of bumping into her past. Enter: Shinichi Kudo. Detective. Walking brain. Too observant for his own good. And somehow, always where she happens to be. They meet in the rain, argue over books, stumble into unsolved cases... and slowly fall into something neither of them has words for. (Yet.) But time? Time has other plans. And when the clues start pointing toward her, Sol realizes love isn't something you can outrun - especially when the rain remembers everything. --- Tags / Hashtags (for Wattpad): #Romance #Mystery #TimeTravel #SlowBurn #KDramaVibes #DetectiveConanCrossover #ImSol #ShinichiKudo #Angst #WholesomeFeels #SecondChances #EnemiesToSomething #RainyLove #EmotionalChaos #FatedLove ---

(Fully fictional, babe - pure fantasy fun. No real-world claims. Just vibes and chaos.) i did another story, yes i am meant to be packing, but when it comes to you, it comes to you-it's like a creative surge that hits you when you least expect it, or perhaps, when you most need a distraction from the dull reality of taping boxes and labelling their contents. The muses, it seems, have no respect for moving schedules.-----Lady Jay, Two Minutes Later The air in her small, currently-chaotic house was thick with the scent of cardboard and a faint, sweet overlay of the peach schnapps she'd poured for a quick 'packing break.' A single ice cube was already melting lazily in the glass, a beacon of temporary surrender on the otherwise neat coaster. Lady Jay leaned against the doorframe of her half-empty living room, the wood cool against her bare shoulder. She was tired. Bone-deep tired. She'd been on her feet all day, battling boxes, tape dispensers, and the existential dread of relocating. Every single muscle, from the arch of her foot to the tension knot in her neck, was aching in a chorus of complaint. She flexed her toes, wincing slightly. She took a slow, deliberate sip of the schnapps, the sickly-sweet, warm liquid a comforting burn in her throat. Just five more minutes, she promised her increasingly impatient inner voice. Her phone, precariously balanced on a stack of books that were definitely not packed yet, suddenly buzzed and lit up the dim room. A small, persistent rectangle of light against the gloom. Without lowering the glass or even shifting her gaze from the half-packed kitchen, she extended a finger and tapped the notification icon on the lock screen. A purely automatic reflex, a mindless gesture born of habit. She didn't look at who it was from or what it was about. It was just a tap. The screen loaded. The casual, weary sigh she had been holding was prepared to release. But it didn't.

❝𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆.❜❜ She tried for years to become what she thought she could be but failure slowly made her doubt herself. Vani Kapoor wasn't sure anymore if the dream was ever hers or just something she was forced to chase. So she planned a trip to New York. He left everything behind to build a life on his own terms. Akshat Rawat who is aslo long lost best friend of Vidyut Kapoor chose distance, silence and a foreign country over a family that felt too complicated to stay. One trip. One meeting. And a connection that was never supposed to happen but did. #74 in hatetolove out of 25.1k stories.[1 Jan, 2026] #28 in slowburnromance out of 5.68k stories.[1 Jan, 2026]

One Hand, Many Fantasies - Volume 1: The Lover An Urban Erotic Diary Series This isn't a love story. This is a diary soaked in lust, heartbreak, obsession, and the kind of toxic chaos you swear you'd never fall for... until you do. When E.V. picks up her pen, she doesn't write sweet poems or filtered romance - she confesses her dirtiest, wildest, most dangerous desires. Each night brings a new fantasy, a new body, a new mistake. But behind every filthy entry is a girl unraveling, chasing something she can't admit she wants - love, power, control, or self-destruction. If you think this is just smut, keep reading. The heartbreak hits harder than the orgasms. The red flags pile up. The diary starts falling apart. And by the time you realize you've crossed the line... It'll be too late. Trigger Warning: Explicit sex, toxic relationships, obsession, betrayal, real-life struggle, and raw emotional chaos. This is not soft. This is not filtered. This is the diary you should've never opened.