Innerbattles Stories

She was a girl who wrote her feelings down-because saying them out loud never felt safe. In a world that called silence strength and tears weakness, she learned to bleed quietly. From growing up unseen in her own home, to surviving betrayal, rumors, and the almost unforgivable-this is her journey. A journey through pain, shame, strength, and survival. She never asked for pity. She just wanted to be understood. "And She Learned to Bleed Quietly" is not just a story- it's a confession. Of all the things she could never say out loud. If you've ever felt invisible in a room full of people, if you've ever broken quietly while the world moved on- this story is for you.

Broken Arms (unORDINARY x OFA! Male reader). Will have inappropriate language and references. All rights reserved to Me @Hmoraisfilipe and of course UrU Chan. Read start from @Hmoraisfilipe to understand where we start!

I grew up in a house that looked whole from the outside but inside, it was built on silence, fear, and unspoken rules. My father left without goodbye, running from the consequences of his own sins. He left us with nothing but broken promises and a quiet storm. And when he disappeared, my mother changed. Soft hands became strict voices. Gentle hugs turned into curfews and warnings. I wasn't punished with bruises but with limitations. I could go out, but not too often. I could speak, but not always be heard. I could live... but never on my own terms. To my mother, it was protection. But to me, it felt like punishment for something I didn't do. And in that house, being the eldest daughter came with expectations: Be strong. Be silent. Be perfect. Don't talk back. Don't ask too many questions. And whatever you do don't be like your father. Every day, I learned to lie. I smiled when I was hurting. I agreed when I wanted to scream. I stayed even when all I wanted was to run. Because in our home, emotions were unsafe. Dreams were too risky. And wanting more was... forbidden. I wasn't looking for love. I was looking for space to breathe. A life not ruled by fear. A place where I could finally say: "I am not my father's sin. I deserve to live freely."

A girl with a pure heart and an undefeated spirit. Her name is Noor-a girl who loves helping others without expecting anything in return. She is determined to fulfill her dreams at any cost. But will she achieve her dreams... or will those very dreams destroy her? 🙃 A boy who doesn't want to live. His only passion is the army. He wishes to die while fulfilling his duty to his country. He has no dreams for his future-only the hope that every day might be his last. What happens when life takes an unexpected turn? Will reality melt his frozen heart... or break it forever? 🤔 ("scene") "Hey, Huda," I said, my voice trembling. He looked at me sharply, his gaze filled with seriousness. "It's not Huda," he said coldly. My heart skipped. "A-Al... Allh... Huda?" I whispered, gathering my courage. He stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. "It's Noor-ul-Huda. Not Huda. Not Al-Huda." I stared at him, confused. Before I could ask anything, he moved forward and pulled me into a hug. A hug. Wait... was that really a hug? . . Oh my goodness...

This book is poetry about the moments before everything falls apart. The thoughts that keep you awake at night. The love that hurts more than it heals. The way your mind can become both your safest place and your greatest enemy. Told through deeply personal poems, 'Before the Breaking' follows the quiet unraveling of a girl learning how to survive the weight of her own thoughts. Her story is personal, but echos the feelings of many. Because somewhere between the cracks, the hurt, and the healing, we all learn what it means to keep going. Author: Lexie Kathleen

Some small poems that I wrote. These are the feelings what I felt were killing me from inside constantly.

I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the empty room. The rain tapped against the window, a steady reminder that the world kept going, even as I stood still. My phone lay face down on the nightstand, silent, with unread messages from people who cared but couldn't reach me. The darkness felt heavy, suffocating, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. I traced the scars on my palms, memories of struggles too deep to share. A tear slid down my cheek, but I wiped it away, not wanting to admit that I was drowning, even in a room that should have felt safe. Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, I stayed, waiting for something that might never come.

Everyone has their own weakness. It is part of being human and being vulnerable is what makes us stronger in the end. Remember, life is full of ups and downs. And there is an imaginary clothe that is ready to be worn during inner battles, your Armoured Suit. Get ready to wear them.

just some one-shots regarding my actual story.

You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache. You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless. You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command. But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat - neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain. You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion. You look into the mirror, asking: Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me? You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude, only to find a blurred reflection. You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left? Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic. It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway, then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed. You spin within your own orbit, watching repetition tighten its grip. You lose, you are lost, you search. It's a revelation without clarity - like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief. And then, a faint light disturbs you; you fear it might expose you. You stand on the edge of dawn - and extinguish it. Still, you keep trying.

Isla Ajare Story

In a world where words are left unspoken and feelings are buried too deep, three hearts slowly begin to fracture under the weight of silence. Kei appears strong and untouchable, hiding her fragile emotions behind confidence. Seojun, quiet and guarded, carries a storm of guilt and love he never dares to confess. And Jinhon - charming, observant, and emotionally unpredictable - sees more than either of them realizes. What starts as an intense, complicated bond soon turns into a battlefield of misunderstandings, jealousy, and suppressed truths. No one lies outright - but no one speaks honestly either. And in that silence, love begins to decay. "Silently Killing U" is a psychological romantic drama about how unspoken pain, pride, and fear can slowly destroy relationships from the inside. It explores emotional vulnerability, toxic attachment, inner battles, and the heartbreaking realization that sometimes, the deepest wounds are the ones we never talk about. Because sometimes... it's not hatred that destroys love. It's silence.

He sat across from me. Still. Silent. Watching. But when I finally asked why, he said something that shattered my sense of self- "You asked me to." A short philosophical tale about memory, identity, and the strange mirrors we place in others. What if the part of you that observes... was never truly you?

IA, the new girl in town stuck in the past, and Yuuma, the local bad boy, an unsolved mystery. Both misunderstood, both always grieving, both broken. One meeting and their whole life is changed. That one meeting....that one song....that one feeling...that one fear. Don't judge me for being cliche. And I don't own the cover, I just cropped the image and added a few effects and filters!

Meet the woman that inspired me to be who I am. And who am I? I'm the niece of the best aunt.

Hi this is my first story ever Here is the start of the Prologue I could only sit and watch as it took her. Paralysed by fear I watched as it destroyed her, drenching itself in her crimson blood. The tall slender being was pitch black from head to toe with fiery, red glowing eyes, with a glare that could drive anyone insane. It wore a black suit with a red tie and a black hat, the colours contrasting with his body. Its face looked like it was forged in the abyss of hell itself. As it played with its suffering victim a bone white smile appeared on its pure black lips, sending shivers down my spine, but seeing this also filled me with anger. I knew that it was a bad idea at the time but I could not sit here and watch her suffer for any longer.

Melanie is trying to leave the past behind her-the addiction, the breakdowns, the version of herself everyone expects to fail again. Daniel has always been by her side. He has seen her at her darkest and stayed. Or at least, that's what she believed. Until Veronica appears. Cool, calculating, and patient, she doesn't fight directly. She plants doubt. A look. A seemingly concerned remark. A quiet, "She seems unstable." Enough to make Daniel wonder if Melanie is slipping again. Enough to push him away at the very moment she needs him most. Under the neon lights of the bar, a silent war begins-not with shouting, but with insinuations. Not with truths, but with half-truths. Melanie is fighting not only her own demons, but the story someone else is telling about her. And Daniel must choose: to trust what he sees, or what he fears. In a world where the past is a weapon, love doesn't die from lack of feeling-it dies from doubt. !!Original story translates with AI!!

My heart speaks My hands type My mind races My words strike. Raita_san Instead of stealing others' works, let your soul speak and steal our hearts. Raita_san Cover by: me

The Unravelling Warriors In a world where silence carries secrets and ruins remember blood, the forgotten will rise. When the fragile balance of ancient elements is disturbed, a reluctant warrior named Nishad finds himself entangled in a destiny written in scars, swords, and silence. Haunted by a past he cannot change and guided by a priest with golden eyes, Nishad must awaken the dormant energy within him-the Kundalini. But such power comes at a price. Beside him walks Saira, a fierce researcher scarred by loss, and Sorin, a blade-wielder whose calm masks a storm. Together, they journey across sacred temples, crumbling cities, and cursed forests in search of legendary jewels and lost truths. At the heart of it all lies a single truth-five ancient warriors must rise again. But not all battles are fought with steel. Some lie buried in the soul. As demonic forces stir and elemental guardians test their resolve, the line between prophecy and punishment begins to blur. In this clash of myth and memory, will Nishad stand tall-or unravel?