Истории Fakeasmile

We have secrets, too many that bloom in the dark, soft and uncanny. The stairwell counts each careful tread, the walls remember what we said. Cold fingers trace the windowpanes, cold laughter curdles into chains. We close our eyes and try to sleep but the peace and light take their leave...

Everyone wants to be Avery Caldwell. The grades. The house. The parents. The boyfriend. From the outside she is the girl who has everything - effortlessly beautiful, quietly perfect, the one people point to when they want to explain what a good life looks like. What nobody sees is the glass. The wall she built so young she doesn't remember building it. The performance she has been running so long she doesn't know who she is without it. The parents who are still technically married and functionally gone. The boyfriend she didn't choose - handsome, well off, devoted in public - who she knows more about than she lets on. Avery Caldwell has been fine for so long. She's not fine. Some things are built to last. Some things, they break like glass.

[Disclaimer: This work is a translation and not an original creation.] *** She transmigrated into an urban wealthy-family novel as the stepping stone for the scheming, obsessive second male lead's rise to power-a sickly heiress from a rich family. According to the plot, she would die of illness when the story reached 40% progress and leave all her assets to the second male lead. Lu Yige: Heh heh heh-so devoted, so noble. What a fool of a woman. The system told her that as long as she followed the original storyline to the end, she could be reborn in this world with an entirely new identity. Life is precious. Lu Yige agreed without hesitation. And so, faced with the second male lead who acted obedient and pitiful in front of her every day- Lu Yige: Your sadness is too superficial. You're like an actor with no talent. Second male lead: ? Lu Yige smiled gently. "Nothing. This song is really nice." Faced with the second male lead who staged performances every day to deceive her parents and gain their trust- Lu Yige: I should cooperate with your acting, but I'll pretend not to see it, forcing the one who loves you most into improvisation. Second male lead: ... Lu Yige gazed at him with sorrowful, heartfelt eyes. "This is my favorite song. I wonder how many more years I'll be able to sing it for you." Five years later, Lu Yige lay pale on a hospital bed. The second male lead's eyes were red as he trembled, gently pressing a kiss to her lips. "You're not allowed to leave." Lu Yige: ? She clearly remembered that in the novel, the second male lead never once kissed the heiress.

Adrian Vale has lived a life carved out of shadows. At nineteen, he's the boy everyone notices - tall, striking, and untouchable. But behind the quiet stares and perfect posture lies a mind that never rests. Abused by parents who never loved him, shuffled through foster homes, and plagued by insomnia and night terrors, Adrian is a storm of scars and silence. His foster family has chosen him as their own, yet he still feels temporary, like he doesn't belong anywhere. Aurora Monroe is his opposite - light where he is dark. Beautiful, popular, and seemingly perfect, she is the kind of girl who turns heads without trying. But her golden smile hides a crumbling home: parents who can't stop screaming, nights spent drowning in noise she can't control, and a heart that aches with loneliness she never dares admit. When their worlds collide, something unexpected happens. Aurora's warmth begins to seep into Adrian's cold edges, and Adrian's presence quiets the storms that rage inside her. But healing doesn't come easy. Trauma clings like shadows, and trust feels impossible when both of them have spent years hiding their pain. Together, they may find the one thing they've both been searching for - safety. The kind of safety that only comes when someone finally sees you, scars and all.

She scanned her surroundings as a sharp headache pulsed through her head, making her vision swim. She felt disoriented, realizing she was half-naked beneath the covers with her hair in complete disarray. Looking to her right, she froze; a man with a broad, tattooed back was sleeping beside her. She searched her memory for how she had ended up there, but everything remained a terrifying blank...

هنا تكمن كلمات لم يكن لدينا الجرأة الكافية للبوح بها. بقلم : رناد نائل

What happens when the dark secrets of the always-happy girl come to the surface? TWs: domestic abuse, self harm, depression, anxiety, swearing, suicidal ideation and acts, smoking

i still repeat the things you said to me in my head.

Y/n flies down the hall of her school, bumping into a tall man with black hair, and black ripped jeans, and a black shirt, and a black ring on his finger, and black and white sneakers, and fiery red orbs because Y/n is not your typical girl. She's different, and not genderfluid even though that's what Y/n stories are supposed to be like so that everyone can read it. No, even the males have to be girls, because girls are useless and are only good for bumping into the bad alpah boyz 🥶 ||COMPLETED|| ||53 chapters|| I'm rewriting this doodoo ass story one day, trust

< 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 , 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 > Adakah dia juga menyukaiku ? atau hanya perasaan ku semata mata ? " ku buka pintu hatimu dengan al-fatihah, sehingga terguncangnya al-zalzalah, kerana ku tahu hatimu tak sekeras al- hadid melainkan selembut ar-rahman , hingga terhalangnya oleh al-isra dan disatukan oleh ta'aruf . " - Dahlia Maaf kerana aku sudah memberimu satu harapan , kini aku yang merasai betapa perihnya . "mencintaimu itu satu pilihan malah untuk bersamamu itu hanya satu khayalan" - Zarel . . . ✉️ : support me ? ✉️ : follow and vote ! ✉️ : first story ! ✉️ : ongoing

"Fake" that's how I describe myself In this story I'll take you to a world of a girl who can't act as herself A/N, umm I'm sorry if there is any spelling mistakes or if my english was horrible but I want to write as much as I can in this story , and please have fun while you are reading this story. :) also I don't own the cover picture I just love it when i found it in google

Mark Nickelson was just a random ordinary high school kid, nobody paid much attention to him. No one talked to him no one looked at him no one cared about him. Now what would happen if we put him in a world with magic?

Wallflower Gerard and flower child Ashley start a friendship. As the friendship blossoms, Gerard finds out things about Ashley he never thought possible, and Ashley finds things about Gerard that catches her attention. Blooming into the unknown, it's a disaster waiting to happen.

Perfection is the only thing your allowed to be in society, you know. Well, it's the only thing you can be without getting judged for every move you make. So I paint my face, wear unbreathable clothes and create a fake personality. A perfect one. That way society can't judge.

Read to find out, if ye dare! Come join us and ," The Other Side, cuz I got voodoo, I got voodoo",~ the Shadow Man

A boy who cried.. A boy who cried, with a sigh and small smile, Knowing that he has to stand again and continue his fight. . . . . . . . . . . Hey Guys to read more check out this book filled with my own poems & thoughts from my personal experiences and also from many other renowned people, authors, philosophers.. Hope u like the Poems and thoughts do love, vote, comment and follow.

Mckinley is a girl who hides all of her problems behind a fake smile. What will happen when she catches the eyes of Damien, Marcus, and Parker who are also known as the Bad Boys of the School.

I'm a mistake I wasn't made to fit in with people I maybe human,but why do I never feel the sense of belonging? I feel like my family would be better off without me. My life repeats over and over again as if I'm in a timetable,I keep doing the same things,eat,sleep,go on social media, school,I hate leaving the house anxiety cripples though me when walking past people I feel like I'm a object for everyone to judge. My face isnt perfect for society I'm a joke to this human race my mind gets conflicted in what's wrong or right I've been messed around with so much that I've become immune to this pain. Emptiness is all I have and the emptiness eats me taking away that social life I once had,this emptiness wrecked my life completely and this is going to be the first chapter of my story...

Some feelings which can't be explained easily are craved in words. So yeah,This are some of my feelings that I can't speak up but putting it up in own words....... Disclaimer: If any of my title/concepts for my writing matches with another fellow writer, that is purely coincidental.

The words you couldn't say. The thoughts of a broken girl.