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Jungkook the high school heartthrob, captain of the basketball team and a world wide star. Taehyung the new transfer student. What happens when the cold and 'all powerful' Jeon Jungkook becomes a different person because of a certain Kim Taehyung?

Twelve people descend into the earth's deepest cave, chasing silence, science, and something unnamable. What they find is far more enduring than rock or mineral. Days stretch. Light disappears. Time fractures. What remains are fragments: of memory, of meaning, of people once whole. And in the dark, two lives slowly converge-bound not by romance, nor friendship, but by the kind of closeness only shared devastation can forge. Some bonds are spoken. Others are buried. This is the story of what the earth took-and what it left behind.

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It's All Love, My Darling is a poetic journey through every kind of love-first love, silent love, unrequited longing, lasting devotion, even the playful and the painful. In every line, you'll find a piece of your own heart.

A freshly retired man, who had always dreamed of becoming a writer, makes his first attempt at the craft - Legends are made when his characters begin to appear in the real world and disrupt his life.

Haha guess what this was gonna be a serious thing but like most things in my life- Self sabotage took over Aka this is a big ol' 'book' of shitposts and small moments of mini mental breakdowns Enter at yer own risks kiddos

Where a city girl moved to the province and fell in love with her province classmate.

Some people are born sweet. Kandii Kay Carson was born calculating. From the moment I met her, I knew she wasn't like other people. She was the kind of woman who could ruin your life with a smile and make you thank her for it. Perfect hair (if you don't look too close), perfect body (if you believe her Instagram), perfect life (if you ignore the mugshots). When I started dating Ethan Cole, I thought the hard part would be meeting his family. I didn't know the real challenge would be surviving his sister-in-law. Kandii doesn't just cause drama-she thrives on it. She's the queen of backhanded compliments, professional manipulation, and playing the victim so well that everyone around her forgets the truth. This isn't a love story. It's a war story. And in this family, there are no winners... only survivors.

They never kissed. Never dated. But still... it felt like a breakup. A story about almosts, unspoken love, and the kind of goodbye that doesn't need words to hurt. Ariadne didn't mean to fall for Rhys. It just... happened. Between shared seats and stolen glances, in sky gardens and in silence, she found herself hoping he felt it too. But when feelings are hidden and timing never quite lines up, love doesn't always look like love - and goodbye doesn't always come with closure.

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A story of memory, distance, and everything left unsaid. Noelle Faye de Solenne was once the girl with the world at her feet-an heiress, a prodigy, a flame behind a gallery window. Now, she's just Faye-the elusive painter of Florence. Slippery. Silent. Ghosting from canvas to canvas, never staying long enough to be seen-never speaking of the boy who once taught her how to live. The boy who left without a goodbye. Killian Marcel Renaud had nothing but a secondhand coat and a mind that wouldn't stop building. He left to prove himself-to become someone more than the poor boy on the museum steps. Now, he's a reclusive tech mogul known as the Phantom, his name echoing in boardrooms-and his silence even louder in the spaces she once filled. They were only teenagers when fate pulled them apart. Neither of them said the words that might have changed everything. But some names still echo, even after years of silence. And some muses never truly let go of their ghosts.

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Café Chaos is not your average coffee shop-it's a caffeine-fueled emotional battleground where therapy is brewed into every espresso shot and drama is always on the menu. Run by a psychometrician-turned-café-queen and a rage-baking culinary genius, this Italian-inspired madhouse is staffed by a mute latte artist, a barista influencer with a God complex, a hug-obsessed cashier, a perpetually panicking dishwasher, and a failed theater kid who thinks every order is a monologue. In this wildly hilarious, heartwarmingly unhinged tale, latte art sparks proposals, croissants become weapons, and trauma gets frosted with sprinkles. Welcome to Café Chaos-where healing comes with whipped cream and the foam knows your secrets.

🌑✨ "It wasn't love. It wasn't a crush. It was just... him. And me. And a thousand unsaid things in between." ✨🌒 He sat beside me once in 4th grade. And somehow, I never forgot. Years passed. People changed. But he still showed up in my poems, in late-night thoughts, in overanalyzed texts, and in every story I never meant to write about him Rudra wasn't the main character of my life. Until suddenly-he was. He didn't chase me. Didn't flirt. Didn't even try. But still, he became the softest ache I ever carried. 💌 This story is for the: - girls who remember every conversation word for word - boys who smile and unknowingly cause emotional damage 😭 - and the ones stuck between "I moved on" and "but what if..." 🧃 Warning: - contains too much overthinking - friendship that might not be just friendship - and a main character who will pretend she's chill but is dying inside 💔 Based on a not-so-fictional story of a girl who loved too quietly, and a boy who maybe, just maybe, noticed. 📖 Tap read. Because even the softest stories deserve to be told. And this one? Well... this one was always his

A 12yr old encounters a mysterious user, who may or may not have ill intentions.

This is for every girl who never stopped dreaming, even when the world told her to wait. For the eldest daughters carrying the weight of family, for the silent battles fought behind closed doors, and for the dreams paused-not broken. I wrote this poem to share the quiet heartbreak of watching others move forward while you're held back by fear, finances, and unspoken sacrifices. But it's also a promise - that even in the pause, the fire inside keeps burning, ready to rise. To my parents, who did their best and feared the unknown. To every girl who's ever been told "not yet" - your time is coming. Keep holding on. You're not alone, and your dreams are valid.