Late-night Stories

She thought she was just a side character in someone else's love story - until he showed up with a playbook of his own. Ava, the quick-witted co-captain of UCLA's cheer squad, has always been the girl behind the scenes - supporting her best friend's fairytale romance with the star quarterback. But when a practice match turns into a weekend trip full of unexpected moments, Ava finds herself thrown into a whole new game... especially when she crosses paths with Jace Walker, the quiet, brooding football player who seems more interested in books than fans. What starts as a mission to help their best friends get together becomes something neither of them planned - or knew how to handle. Intercepted Hearts is a slow-burn college romance full of banter, team drama, late-night texts, and the surprising ways love sneaks in when you're busy helping everyone else.

He doesn't tell her who he is. She doesn't ask. It begins as a distraction. A few messages between strangers. Something to pass the time on the worst nights. She spends her days saving people. He spends his trying not to fall apart.

When strangers reconnect who knows what could happen

Sometimes the hardest goodbyes are the ones that happen before "I love you" is ever spoken. 💔

Time stole the edges of the memory. The faces blurred. The moments faded. Yet somehow, one person remained. A heartfelt MM romance about nostalgia, second chances, and the people who leave fingerprints on our souls long after they're gone.

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

Not every story has to be bittersweet, some can also be sunshines and rainbows!...or rather midnights and coffees?- What happens when Kang Hae-rim comes across a 24/7 convenience store and it's everyday night employee? Will their relationship be inconvenient or convenient? We can only wait and see.

This collection of poetry digs deeper into exploring loss of friends, relationships, and depression while trying to heal and overcome all of it. . . A collection of poetry compiled of every thought that creeps in the night and more. . . I will ask for patience for completion of this book as it reflects experiences and moments in my own life. This is a part two to a collection of poetry published on amazon.

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

A drunken mistake both of them could've repair... if only they hadn't repeated it. Two rival politicians. Two opposite parties. Two people who were only supposed to argue across parliament halls. One drunken night changed everything. What started as a secret mistake slowly turned into late-night drives, hidden meetings, stolen moments, and a "no strings attached" arrangement they swore meant nothing. He said there were no feelings. She said same. Until distance started hurting. Jealousy started speaking. And denial stopped working. Because in politics, crossing party lines is dangerous. Crossing heart lines? Even worse.

She didn't mean to fall for her boss. He never planned to let her get that close. When Special Agent Savannah Hayes transfers to NCIS Washington, she expects cold cases, long hours, and a team that doesn't trust her yet. What she doesn't expect is Leroy Jethro Gibbs - steady, guarded, and impossible to read. Between late nights, dangerous cases, and quiet moments in a basement workshop, something begins to shift. Not fast. Not easily. But undeniably. Because in their world, hesitation is safer. Distance is smarter. And almost is easier. But almost doesn't last forever.

She was obsessed with bikers. Not one in particular - all of them. The smoke, the speed, the danger. But then came Jay. The quiet rider who wasn't like the rest. The one who watched her every move, who burned with jealousy he never admitted. And maybe, just maybe... she was starting to get obsessed with him too.

All Vance Porter wanted at some point in his life was love. A requited, strong, unbreakable type of love, and he finds it in Xael Crowe. A beautiful dancer with beautiful, doe eyes, a hypnotizing smile, and a plethora of secrets, Xael is engaged to one of the most respected in movie directors in the world. She's spoiled rotten while living a life of luxury, but the smiles and the overaffection in public hides the real 'them'. The last thing she wanted was to like one of her sister's friends, but when she finds herself craving more of his company, their attraction causes a domino effect. Especially when Vance realizes he just can't let her go. Mature Content Short-Story 6-12-2026

My sacred place. Inner thoughts. A grain of sand in this vast universe.

Iris Laurent has her life mapped out in straight lines: perfect grades, perfect future, no distractions. Elias Vale exists in the spaces between certainty and silence. Quiet. Observant. Impossible to read. They meet one night under city lights that don't quite reach the ground. It's supposed to mean nothing. But the city remembers what they try to forget. And some connections don't ask for permission.

ro͞oməˌnāt verb To think deeply about something. synonyms: think about, contemplate, consider, meditate on I've got a world of thoughts inside my head. I'm just trying to map it all out.

This is the story about a young girl that dreams to be an actress. Will she make it? Will she find the love of her life? And the most important: Will she be happy?

This incident happened to me in the year 2017, I was a girl of 16 then. This story is based on a real life experience. All the names of characters, place, hotel, etc. are fictitious. Any resemblance of the events is purely fictitious. I am going to give the detailed information of my trip to that place.Go ahead and enjoy the story. PS- I am not at all a paranormal investigator. I am just a college going girl (presently).

Late night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.

"Okayyyy, but I was here first." His brows furrowed before he cocked one eyebrow up. "But I grabbed it first." I let out a breath of irritation. "Well, good on you for having long, skinny limbs!" He pursed his lips momentarily as he suppressed a smile. I paused for a split second before saying, "Wait, that came out wrong." He smirked. Lucy Errett got more than she bargained for after entering IKEA. Not having expected to run into the lanky, yet charming Aaron Marshals, the two come across one another over the same blue duvet in the store at the same time. But what will become of two freshmen fighting over the last dorm necessity they both need and one mutual Facebook friend? All Rights Reserved © Copyrights analiciapaloma 2016 Book Cover Design by Analicia Feliciano