Guitar Stories

College Love Story | Musical Drama A sweeping love story set against the pulse of music where a boy sings his truth when words fail him, and emotions spill over into melody. Inspired by the raw, aching world of Rockstar, this story blends themes and moments reminiscent of Aashiqui 2 and Saiyaara. The tone draws heavily from the signature style of Mohit Suri-where love feels eternal, music becomes confession, and yearning lingers long after the last note fades. ⸻ Sahil Agnihotri An aspiring musician. The future heir to an empire yet his heart belongs to music. He writes lyrics in the margins of his notebooks, lives recklessly, feels deeply. Music is his refuge... and sometimes, his curse. There's a storm in his eyes-restless, hungry, determined to conquer the world. But the privilege he was born into comes with a cost he cannot escape. ⸻ Siya Joshi Disciplined. Focused. Unyieldingly practical. She would rather analyze her emotions than feel them; map them on a graph instead of letting them unravel her. Her strength lies in logic, in control, in sheer willpower. She believes there's no situation she can't think her way out of. Her fire burns just as fiercely-sharp, soaring, relentless. But that strength demands a price. ⸻ When these two worlds collide in a dusty classroom, their fates are entwined for better or worse. Sahil and Siya begin a journey through love, ambition, dreams, and heartbreak where music becomes their shared language. ⸻ Tropes & Themes * Rich boy × Poor girl * Opposites attract * Strangers to soulmates * Dreams vs family baggage * Music, lyrics, and poetry * Love, loss, and emotional unraveling * Mental health in form of Amnesia ⸻ Note: All songs inspired by Mohit Suri's filmography are reimagined here as Sahil's original compositions within the story. ⸻ About the Author Updates twice a week. Follow on Wattpad for new chapters and upcoming projects. Instagram: @AmuWritesLovestory ✨

Two teenagers were connected by a string, both of them are meant for each other until it becomes twisted knowing a fate will somehow give them a challenge that will slowly destroy the string that was attached to them. Is the love that they feel for each other is really for them or is it a mistake?

Ishq~ "Ishq karna aasan hai lekin... usse nibhana nhi" She said, tears in her eyes, not of sorrow but of love and the pain of loving someone... ~ "Hamesha tum hi age rhogi ye nhi hai, kabhi harna bhi sikho Ms. Topper.." He said, his voice making her more angry.. ~ "Tum mujhse durr hi rho! samjhe?" She said with anger... ~ "What's Ishq? can you explain me?" He asked her wanting to know the meaning of Ishq.. ~ kya hai Ishq? pata nhi kya hoga, kis mor pe unhe akar rak dega ye ishq? She was depressed and he was broken. can love heal each other? Both were traumatized, but hiding it with a smile. will they be able to heal each other with their warmness? ~ "Saiyaara?" ~ "Taaron ke beech mein ek bhatak ta sitara jo bhag rha hai kuch pane ke liye.. kudh to akela hai par upni chamak se sabki zindagi roshan karta hai.."

If you ask me, personally, what it means to love like a Sangngern, I might find myself fumbling for the right words. I might dress it up in metaphors, try to make it sound profound. But Sara Arisara Sangngern would never hesitate. From the age of three to eighteen, she has lived inside the answer. She learned it from the best example she had left after losing her father - from her uncle, Joss Way-ar Sangngern. She learned that love does not always arrive loudly. Sometimes, it stays. Sometimes, it ties your shoelaces, waits outside your classroom, and argues over how much sugar should go into your milk. She learned that grief can sit at the same table as laughter. That family can be rebuilt. And most of all, she learned what it means when one man looks at another the way her father once looked at her mother in that blurry memory of a 3 year old- quietly, stubbornly, as if the world could end and it still wouldn't matter. That is what it means to love like a Sangngern.

A story about a man who has been reincarnated, or at least sent back in time a few years, but something is off...

Kiera A. Salvador was a guitarist. She lost both of her parents when she was still very young, and it was her Tito Bryan Angeles,her mother's brother who raised her until she grew up. She got amnesia when she was hit by a vehicle along with her parents. After several years, she learned to value herself and gained confidence in playing the guitar. Kiera's parents were a duo who performed in a bar where they first met. Her mom was a singer and her dad was a guitarist. They had a good relationship at first, but because Kiera's dad's parents disapproved of them, Kiera's mom broke up with her dad after she caught him with another woman. Kiera only learned about everything that happened when she found her mother's old letter in her parents' old studio. Start: 04-28-26 End:?

In a lively apartment building, two strangers live just one wall apart. He is a passionate guitarist/musician, studying in college but his father is against music. She likes to read novels and also has published a novel which shows great response. She turns her thoughts into beautiful stories. They have never truly met, yet they know each other through sounds and silence. Every night, his music reaches her room, she enjoys the music and sometimes ger irritated when she tries to think or write, but they never talks. Living on the same floor, their worlds stay separate but strangely connected. Between them stands only a wall hiding endless possibilities. Some small moments bring them closer, friendship begins to bloom. What happens when the wall between them is no longer the only thing keeping them apart?

{2026 Open Novella Contest - Round 2 Qualifier} {Ranked 1 in #songwriting (04/22/26-04/25/26)} {Ranked 1 in #bandmembers (05/01/26-)} {Ranked 3 in #drummer (05/01/26-)} {Ranked 9 in #onc2026 (04/29/26-04/30/26)} 𝘔𝘴. 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰. Althea has always considered herself unlucky in love. What she never realized was that love had been circling her for years, just slightly out of step. On her thirtieth birthday, the four-man band who shaped her youth arrive late (as always). One confession breaks the careful silence they've kept for years, forcing the past into the present and cracking open a decade of almosts. They chose friendship because it was safer. They stayed professional because it was necessary. And sometimes life got in the way.

Thea came to Halcyon Sound to work. To learn. To stay invisible. Ethan doesn't believe in easy chances. He pushes people until they either break or become something better. She wasn't supposed to stand out.She definitely wasn't supposed to matter. But one night changes everything. Now she's caught between ambition and something far more dangerous, a connection she doesn't understand, with someone who never lets anyone get close. Because in a place where pressure builds people and destroys them just as easily, caring might be the one mistake neither of them can afford.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ💎 ˎˊ- 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍, the butterfly and the musician fall in love. cover from pinterest manolo sanchez x women of colour reader the book of life ©️ gabiwrld 2026

Hiroko Hanamoto used to have four childhood friends... Or, at least he thought. His childhood is mostly a blur, and he can barely remember a thing. What he can mainly remember is that an incident occurred with his family, and at some point, he ended up living on his own. He was lonely for a time, but he had his guitar to help him through it, and he also met a person who liked cute and pink things during middle school. He thought his life would return to normal, but little did he know his first friend would end up leading to way more. This story is based on the mobile game Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage!

A collection of oneshots about the Rolling Stones

"Life sucks, but in a beautiful kind of way." - Axl Rose - Greyson Moore had the unfortunate reputation of being a goody-two-shoes her entire high school life, and she wants that title gone. Nash Harlow had the fortunate reputation of being the world's favorite rock star and playboy, and now he's in love with a mystery girl.

This is a spinoff (I guess) on my Bocchi The Rock story: Two Strings, One Song. Read Two Strings, One Song first to understand everything please! Here, the readers can learn more about my original characters I made. Next, they can also read 'Parallel Song' (or 'What If') chapters where anything can change from characters' personalities being different to characters having special abilities. Third, there are Memory Fragment chapters meant to fill up empty spaces in my story to properly explain what happened during certain events like the Mikakunin Riot Festival or during the time that Autonoma was assembled. Finally, there will be... Two crossover chapters, introducing OCs who will one day get their stories written. Now, have fun reading!

I know I'm late but I just finished watching the Japanese drama titled "Glass Heart" and it's so good! As of now I haven't seen any fanfiction yet, so I'll create one for all of us! This fanfiction is all about Takaoka Sho, in short a Takaoka Sho x Reader. Feel free to read and I hope you'll like it!! This story is a fanfiction set in the universe of Glass Heart. Akari is an original character (OC). Reminder, I don't own Glass Heart as well as the characters, only the OC I created.

Ivana Raina and Rian Sarin meet unknowingly while hitchhiking, setting off on a path where their lives collide in the most unexpected way. What began as a brief, fleeting journey soon transforms into a deep yearning, a profound friendship, and a bond so powerful that it cannot be forgotten, no matter how much time passes. As they travel, a soul-stirring connection emerges-one woven together by many musical rhythms and the secret melodies of the heart. On this long and winding road, their story reaches a crossroads where it must either become immortal and eternal, or remain forever as nothing more than an unspoken, incomplete chapter.

He wanted her.... She never left completely She wanted him.... He wanted her too

In which Vanessa meets Daniel Johns at a house party.

Late Comer In a world ruled by discipline, precision, and quiet expectations, Professor Ma. Suzainne Miole has built her life on control. Everything has its place. Everything has its time. Everything makes sense. She made sure of it. Until one name begins to slip through the order she so carefully keeps. Aia Colmenares. Late. Always late. She arrives like a disruption-soft footsteps against polished floors, a presence that feels out of place in a room built on structure. Messy hair. Wrinkled uniform. Eyes carrying something heavier than simple exhaustion. Unbothered. Or so it seems. It starts with a mark on an attendance sheet. A small, decisive gesture. Ink pressed firmly against paper-final, unquestioned. But some things refuse to stay that simple. Because Aia does not argue. She does not explain. She only stands there, quiet... as if she has already fought battles no one else can see. And for reasons Miole cannot name, that silence begins to follow her. In the pauses between lectures. In the stillness after class. In the spaces where control used to live. What begins as irritation softens into curiosity- and then into something far more dangerous. Something that lingers. Because Aia's lateness isn't just carelessness. It is a story-unfinished, unraveling, quietly breaking at the edges. And somehow... Miole finds herself wanting to understand it. Wanting to understand her. And Miole- who has always trusted rules more than people, certainty more than feeling- is about to learn that not all lessons can be measured. Some are found in stolen glances. In unspoken questions. In the quiet ache of wanting something she should not. Because sometimes, the ones who arrive too late... are the ones who stay. And sometimes- they are the ones who change everything.