Emotionalfiction Stories

To everyone else, Nora and Philip had the perfect marriage - a lovely home, and a life many envied. But perfection is a fragile illusion. When Philip falls for another woman, Nora's world shatters in slow motion. Caught between betrayal, bruises, and unbearable love, she must choose between holding on to what's already broken or reclaiming the pieces of herself she lost in the name of "perfectness." As the affair spirals out of control - secrets unravel, loyalties flip, and forgiveness becomes a battlefield. In the end, love is no longer about who wins... but who survives.

Slow burn • Quiet love • Indian romance She was never meant to be the bride. She was only meant to disappear quietly. Manaswi steps into a house where power speaks in silence and love is never asked for-only assumed. When she is married in another woman's place, she expects cruelty, distance, or indifference. What she doesn't expect is Veeranshu Singhania. A man the world calls fragile. A man who watches doors, remembers too much, and speaks as if love is something he has already lost once. He does not touch her. He does not claim her. He only calls her Shona-softly, as if she is something that keeps him alive. Their marriage begins without promises, without desire, without truth. Yet somewhere between shared silences, accidental touches, and nights where fear feels heavier than love, something irreversible grows. But some men survive by hiding. And some truths don't arrive gently-they break. When the past finally speaks, Manaswi must decide: "Was she loved... or was she chosen for a reason she was never meant to know? It is a slow-burn Indian romance about love that blooms before truth, comfort that comes before fear, and a woman who must choose herself before choosing love. If you believe: ✨ love can be quiet ✨ romance can be soft yet devastating ✨ and some stories don't shout-they stay Then this story will stay with you. "This story is slow. If you like fast romance, this may not be for you."

Fame is loud. But death is quiet. Amani was never afraid of silence-until it began to follow him. A gifted musician marked by betrayal, hunted by the past, and haunted by a father who disappeared without leaving a body or a truth. When those he called brothers try to erase him, survival demands secrecy, and love becomes the most dangerous thing he owns. Kiky is the light he hides in. Soft-spoken. Watchful. Dying. As blood cancer eats away at her strength, time turns cruel, counting down in heartbeats and hospital lights. Every smile she gives is borrowed. Every breath, a risk. Justice arrives late, wearing gloves and carrying a pendant soaked in sins. Prison bars fall on the guilty, but punishment does not undo damage. Guilt survives. It always does. And forgiveness-when it comes-cuts deeper than hatred ever could. Music fades. Bodies weaken. Blood is searched for like a miracle that may never come. A single match could save her. A single truth could destroy him. This is a story of love whispered instead of spoken, hope that trembles, and darkness that waits patiently. A world where survival is not victory, and peace is never free. Some stories end in happiness. This one asks a darker question: What are you willing to lose to keep someone alive?

Ray grew up learning that silence was safer than love. So she created a world where she could breathe. But what if the life she thought was an illusion was the one she was meant to live? A quiet, emotional story about trauma, illusion, and choosing to stay.

I never stayed in one place for long. Not because I hated settling down - but because movement was easier than listening to myself think. Since I Saw Vienna is a story about running, staying, and everything in between. About loving places more than people, and loving people in ways that don't always survive. It's about travel as escape, music as confession, and the hollow space that lingers after heartbreak - even when life keeps moving forward. This isn't a love story. It's what happens after. This is not based on any true events. This is purely fiction.

She was only eighteen when a boy from Mumbai messaged her out of nowhere. Arjun Patil-strange, funny, annoyingly charming. a face she only knew through pixels. Just late-night texts, inside jokes, book debates, and a connection she never expected. Then life moved forward- as life always does. Years passed. Screens changed. People changed. But rain still sounded the same. And one ordinary evening, Her phone lights up again with a familiar country code. A decade of silence. A story left half-written. Was it fate knocking again? A coincidence? Or something that never really ended? Will they find each other once more- Or was the past meant to stay in the rain?

He hides to protect the world from what he is and himself from what he remembers. In Houston, Rafael tries to rebuild a normal life. But when a new wave of anti-super fear sweeps across the country, his silence becomes dangerous. The past he buried in Venezuela begins to resurface, one nightmare at a time

Diya and Yash were never meant to cross paths, yet somehow their lives twined together in a tenderness neither of them expected. She found in him the warmth she had craved all her life, and he found in her a quiet, steadfast love that anchored him. But somewhere in the middle of their story, something broke. He walked away with reasons he refused to explain. She let him go with truths she refused to share. Now, fate brings them back into the same office, the same rooms, the same silences - but nothing is the same. Yash has changed in ways she doesn't understand. Diya hides wounds he doesn't see. And between them lies a secret - one that could either mend everything they lost... or destroy what little remains. Not every love survives. And not every truth comes in time.

After years of fame, loss, and rebuilding, Lea and Rafael face the deepest unraveling yet - not of careers or reputations, but of family, identity, and belonging. As the next generation seeks answers, every lie, every silence, and every sacrifice begins to surface. This is the story of coming home - to oneself, to love, and to the truth that sets them free. When The Lights Fade Book 3, an original concept fanfiction from the Spectacular x Hey, Gorgeous universe.

I kept every promise I made to Marcus. Including the stupid one. We were seventeen, drunk on stolen wine coolers, when he said: "If we're both single at thirty, we should just date each other." I laughed and clinked my bottle against his. "Sure. Deal." Twelve years later, three weeks before my thirtieth birthday, Marcus calls. There's someone he wants me to meet. So naturally, I did what any rational person would do: got drunk, stumbled into our old neighborhood park, and found a shimmering portal that sent me back to the night we made that pact. I have one shot to fix this. One chance to rewrite our story. I just hope I don't fuck it up.

The Wheel of Love Satria's life looks perfect - a good job, a loving wife, a comfortable home. But deep inside, he's falling apart. Then comes Maya: bold, broken, and impossible to forget. What starts as friendship soon spins out of control, pulling them both into a love they can't name - and a choice that could cost them everything. The Wheel of Love is a heartfelt story about love, loyalty, and the courage to take back your life when the world won't let you.

A psychological mystery novel set in a quiet British coastal village on the shores of Yorkshire. Nurse Grace Walker arrives to care for Mrs. Katie Hall, a woman whose mind is slowly consumed by encephalitis, trapping her in terrifying hallucinations and haunting visions. Within the walls of the old house, Grace's path crosses with Dr. Christopher Brown, Katie's son and a psychiatrist desperately trying to save his mother from the grip of a fractured mind-while finding himself gradually drawn to the brave and compassionate nurse. A novel that weaves together psychological mystery, emotional intensity, and the cruelty of illness... where reality blends with illusion, love intertwines with fear, and healing is born from pain. Written by Dina Hanna

❝𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚... 𝗦𝗢, 𝗜 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦 𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗨𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗘.❞ ━━━━ 𝗦𝗛𝗘 was once a shadow among the Raiders - a ghost with blood on her hands and silence for a voice. (Y/N) Izumi was trained to kill, to obey, to never question the orders whispered through her communicator. She was the girl who followed the cold precision of Zodyl Typhon, who endured Jabber's madness, who learned to disappear beside Cthoni's stillness, and who once found fleeting warmth in Momoa's quiet hums of forgotten music. But when a single act of mercy tore her away from the Raiders, the world branded her a traitor. Lost, hunted, and half-alive, she crossed paths with Rudo - a boy who should've seen her as nothing more than another Raider to destroy. Instead, he saw something no one else ever had: a chance for her to start over. Now among the Cleaners, (Y/N) fights to reclaim her soul in a world built on ruin. She struggles with the voice of her mother's phantom - Demon Snow - and the memories of every life she took. Yet, even as she learns to stand beside Rudo and his friends, the shadows of her past move closer, whispering her name again. Because the Raiders don't forget. And the girl who tried to become human again may soon have to face the monsters who made her one. In a world of rust, violence, and broken light - love, forgiveness, and survival all come at the same price: blood.

Ramadan is approaching, and Amal refuses to slow down. Between responsibility, faith, and exhaustion, something begins to crack... quietly. A slow burn Muslim fiction story about endurance, silence, and the cost of holding everything together. Start: 17.01.2026 End:

We didn't end because the love ran out. That would have been simpler-clean, explainable, the kind of ending you can wrap up with a sentence and survive. Instead, we ended the way long relationships sometimes do: quietly. Carefully. With a tenderness that made the damage feel almost polite. After years together, we had the kind of intimacy that turns ordinary things into vows-knowing each other's orders, falling into the same step on the sidewalk, keeping a spare key without ever questioning what it meant. And then the world around us started asking for proof that our love was "worth it." His family never called me a problem outright. They didn't need to. Disapproval arrived dressed as concern-soft-spoken, well-intentioned, impossible to argue with without looking ungrateful. We love you. We just worry. Be mindful. Don't give people something to talk about. Support came with edits. Acceptance came with conditions. And he-caught between duty and desire-began to protect me with omissions, hoping silence could spare me the feeling of being measured. It didn't. This story begins at the end: a breakup spoken in restaurant voices, a spare key slid back across the table, a cheap claw-machine charm clicking once like punctuation. Then it rewinds-through the last community banquet, the first "helpful" correction, the first time he chose peace over honesty-back to the night we won that stupid little charm and thought we'd found something that couldn't be touched. We were wrong. But for a while, we were perfect.

A story about holding on when no one asked you to. He didn't stop loving me with a goodbye. He just... stopped showing up. No slammed doors. No final words. Just silence - and stickers. And a cup he still uses every day. The one I sent him when I still believed I mattered. This is not a love story. It's a story about presence. About naming someone who no longer names you back. About staying soft even when they forget the weight of your softness. Written as a mirror - not a diary. This book is for the people who stayed: When no one asked you to. When no one noticed you did. When no one remembered how much it cost you. Each chapter is a quiet ache. Each word is a step toward letting go - without leaving. A slow unraveling of what it means to stay loyal to someone who already let go. If you've ever named someone with your whole heart... and watched them treat it like a sticker - this story is yours. And maybe... theirs too. Even if they never realize it.

There are women who are not loud. They do not fight. They do not leave. They simply live inside spaces filled with judgment- as wives, as daughters-in-law, as human beings who always seem insufficient. No matter what they do, something is always wrong. Silence is blamed. Speaking up is labeled excessive. Their prayers go unseen. Their exhaustion unacknowledged. Always Wrong is an introspective monologue about a woman who spends too long adjusting herself to environments that never intended to understand her. This is not a story of victory, but of awareness. Of withdrawing without resentment. Of choosing silence without disappearing. Of standing without needing constant validation. A quiet story for those who have felt perpetually wrong in everyone's eyes- and are learning, at last, to stand on their own side.

He returned to honor a ghost from his childhood, a playmate lost to time and tragedy. In the decaying grandeur of St. Forlorn cemetery, amongst angels with chipped wings and names swallowed by moss, John seeks a grave he can't picture and a memory he can't quite grasp. But he's not alone. A mysterious girl named Diane appears, her laughter a stark contrast to the graveyard's oppressive silence. As they search together, an unsettling feeling grows. Who is Diane, really? And what forgotten secrets does this cemetery hold about the friend John left behind? The truth, when it surfaces, is more chilling and heartbreaking than any forgotten tombstone. Some connections refuse to die, and some goodbyes are never truly said. Dare to uncover the story beneath the cold sky?

She was born in silence. Raised in shadows. And taught to survive, not to dream. Devkriti was never the loud one. Not the talented one. Not the girl who stood out. She was just the daughter of a woman with a past no one forgave, living in a world that never gave. Raised in a brothel by women who knew pain too well and loved too quietly, Devkriti learned early that life didn't hand you miracles. It handed you fear, shame, and stories no one wanted to hear. She found her escape not on rebellion, but in books. In songs she played on repeat. In walking fast enough so no one could follow. This isn't a story of magic or fate. This is a story of a girl who had no special gift, no saviour, no spotlight - only scars, survival, and the will to make it out of the noise alive. A story about being unheard for too long. And finally choosing to speak.

This is a collection of stories about love, not the kind that saves us, but the kind that shapes us. Each chapter follows a different woman, a different life, different story, but the same questions return: How long do we wait for love? How much of ourselves do we give away? And when do we finally choose ourselves? The answers live in ordinary lives. Women who wait too long. People who fall in love with what never truly existed. Moments when longing becomes a habit, and silence becomes a language. Each story stands alone, but together they trace the quiet ways we learn who we are: through the loves we almost have, the truths we avoid, and the courage it takes to stop waiting. These are not dramatic stories. They are intimate ones. For anyone who has ever loved deeply, stayed too long, or walked away too late.