Insecurites Stories

Angst With Happy Ending 🎀 ~~ one chapter is left ~~~ He could handle a lot of things-pain, pressure, expectations. But not this. Not Charlie pretending like he didn't exist. Babe slammed his fork down. "What the fuck is your problem?" His voice was sharp now, cutting through the conversation. Charlie didn't even flinch. Didn't react. Like Babe wasn't even speaking. and Something inside him snapped.

"I need to be there! Please, I need to go!" His voice was high-pitched, frantic. "Charlie, wait! Please don't-don't leave me!" Sonic and North appeared beside him, both trying to help Jeff restrain him, their faces twisted with grief as they tried to keep Babe from hurting himself. "Babe, you're burning up. You need to calm down," North murmured, his grip gentle yet firm. "Don't tell me to calm down!" Babe screamed, thrashing again. "You don't get it! You weren't there! You didn't see-" His voice broke completely. ------ Charlie gets into accident again. Babe spirals

Hi If you read this, thank you. This isnt a book of some sort, but my thoughts and feelings... All day long i think and think, but the only thoughts that stay at the end of the day were the ones about my appearance.

Phainon's rare condition makes sunlight lethal, forcing him to live in darkness. At a gym, he meets Mydei, an injured boxer who becomes his only light. But loving someone means risking everything... including his life. - Later, at the diner, they discovered they'd both ordered differently than usual. Phainon getting the French toast instead of pancakes, and Mydei ordering a vegetable omelet instead of his standard breakfast sandwich. "Character growth," Mydei declared, gesturing at his plate. "My therapist would be proud." "It's an omelet, not a personality transplant." "Baby steps." Mydei took a bite and made a face. "Okay, this is terrible. I understand why I never order this." "Want some of my French toast?" "Yeah?" Phainon pushed his plate to the middle of the table. Mydei did the same with his omelet. They ate from both plates, trading bites and commentary, and it felt domestic in a way that made Phainon's stomach flip.

Mayon has mastered one thing: invisibility. At sixteen, her life is a constant, isolating zero. She's the girl who chooses silence over defending herself, always taking the blame just to preserve a shred of dignity. She craves friendship, but her immense self-respect only leaves her isolated and hurt. Then she finds Shadow, a heavy, ancient diary that demands to be written in. Shadow is judgmental, terrifyingly honest, and promises to guide Mayon out of her non-existence-if she follows the strict rules of the bond. With Shadow's guidance, Mayon learns to make her first real friend, Harika, and begins to confront the judgmental gaze of the handsome, popular Shritik. But the diary is not a comforting magical tool; it's a demanding master. When Mayon breaks the one rule meant to protect her, the consequence is swift, painful, and leaves a mark-a crimson slash across her skin. The diary saved her from being nothing, but if she can't prove her worth, Shadow might make her less than zero. Who is Shadow? Is he her guide or her tormentor? And how high is the cost of being truly seen?

Kirishima and Mina have known each other for awhile and are best friends and horn buddies. But one night the two end up sharing an intense kiss which changes everything between them. Can the two remain horn buddies after their passionate kiss, or will they become more. What challenges will the two face as they attempt to make their relationship grow.

At the age of thirty-one, Bryce Moore had resigned himself to a life as a hopeless bachelor- clumsy, self-deprecating, and spectacularly prone to social blunders. That was before his mother introduced him to Danielle Wright: brilliant, poised, and seemingly unimpressed by him. From awkward to downright mortifying encounters and endless self-sabotage, sparks fly- whether they realize it or not. Can he survive his own ridiculousness long enough to finally settle down? Or is he doomed to a life of being the Best Man, but never the Groom?

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Leo Breakdown... Post EP 7 ~~ "I know it-I know it already. No matter how much I try, no matter how much I fight, they'll cut me out. And then... then I'll disappear again. And all I wanted, all I wanted was-" His breath hitched violently, like his lungs were tearing apart. "-to just debut with you. Is it too much to ask? Just with you, Sangwon, only with you." ~~

Rune Falcon lived a quiet and uneventful life, hiding his identity to avoid persecution from the corrupted society that killed his parents. But after accidently getting involved with Raven Inoue, a prominent figure among his enemies, he decides to get active and discover the truth behind the events of the past. As their relationship slowly grows into more than a friendship, Rune is met with a conflict between past and present, lies and truth and life and death.

"I'm sorry," Kant sobbed, voice raw and filled with every ounce of guilt, fear, and self-loathing that had been festering inside him. "I-I just wanted to help, but I'm useless. I mess everything up. I-" His voice cracked. "I don't know how to do this. I thought I could, but I-I can't. I'm scared, Bison. I am scared if I mess up this time, no one will help me" Bison kissed his forehead again, then his temple, then his cheek. "I love you," he murmured between each kiss, his voice unwavering, filled with so much warmth it was almost unbearable. "I love you so much, Kant." ------------------ Ep 10 Rewrite <3

♡︎ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌.

In Abuja's quiet, rain-washed streets lives cross in ways that's unexpected. Ilham Ibrahim Idris, youngest daughter to a wealthy construction magnate, carries a heart full of silent battles. Between her studies as a final year student in Cyber Security at Baze University and the weight of her family's expectations, she hides her scars behind elegance and quiet smiles. Then there's Aayan Muhammad Saad Saleh - a man who lost both his parents before he could even memorise their faces, now running two empires, the one he built and the one he inherited. Bound to Ilham's family through lifelong friendship with her brother Aman, Aayan has always been a step away from a life he never dare imagine. Friendships, family bonds, and secrets weave a web around them all. From playful afternoons with her family to the silent moments no one talks about. In this world, love is gentle yet complicated and loyalty is tested in the most unexpected ways. The rain, it has a way of bringing buried truths to the surface, unearthing them. This is a story of family, love, loss, and the invisible strings that connect us, even when we don't realize it.

Cupid's Kettle Drums: Victorian slang term for a womans breasts. __ Choi Bora was beautiful, tall, skinny, and Asian American. She had every physical beauty standard checked except for the one she wanted most: boobs. She was obsessed with the concept of having a large chest and would frankly do anything non-surgical to get them. Unfortunately, the boobs Gods haven't been smiling at her. And a certain Southern boy was whispering sweet nothings to her. Note: Cover picture is not mine. Credits to the real owners on Pinterest.

What if the hardest battles we fight are against doubts that were never truly ours? This isn't just a book, instead it's a quiet corner for reflection. A space to talk about the insecurities we carry, the ones that sneak into our hearts through comparison, culture, or the loud voices of social media telling us who to be. Here, we slow down and ask honest questions. Why do we feel "not enough" when standing next to someone else? Why does beauty seem measured by filters, or confidence by validation? And how can we unlearn all of that - gently, but surely? Insecurities and the Soft Art of Being Human is a growing collection of thoughts, reflections, and open conversations. It's not about perfection or pretending to have it all figured out. It's about exploring what it means to live, feel, and heal together. This space isn't about fixing yourself. It's about understanding yourself and realizing you were never broken to begin with. Welcome to a community that celebrates imperfection, courage, and kindness. Let's talk about the soft art of being human.

just methasjj ff i write while reading novels...

At sixteen, Sia Sharma is a wildfire in human form-confident, bold, and reckless, a true patakha kudi with desi vibes and a laugh loud enough to shake walls. She's chaos wrapped in clumsy charm, soft and cute with a chubby glow that hides the storm of insecurities she never speaks of. Behind the sparkle in her eyes lies a croaky, dark past, tucked away beneath the mask of mischief and noise. She never liked men, never trusted them, and relationships were scars rather than comforts-so when she steps into the Romano household, surrounded by brothers and a father she never knew, it feels like walking into a world she doesn't belong to. She doesn't believe in bonds, not yet, but the question lingers-can this reckless, fiery girl survive and maybe even heal in a family built on shadows and power? THE ROMANO FAMILY, an epitome of danger and royalty, they were everything a man fears. Merciless and ruthless were just other words to describe them. The most powerful and wealthy family in all of italy , their name alone was enough to command silence and respect. But beneath this cold and calculated façade lay hearts torn apart by loss. Years ago, a tragic car accident stole their mother, and sister . Since then, no amount of wealth or power could ever fill the gaping void in their lives. But fate has a way of rewriting stories. Because now, they have found her again-Sia Sharma-the bundle of innocence and chaos they thought they had lost forever. BUT WILL SHE TRUST THEM? WILL SHE CONFIDE IN THEM WITH HER DEEPEST SECRETS? WILL THE ROMANO SIBLINGS REALLY ACCEPT HER... OR HEAL

The man and the silence. The noise of the laughter. The tremble of the mouth. The incorporation of the shadow.

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