Latenightconversations Stories

A chance swipe. A wrong assumption. A first date that feels like destiny. They matched after New Year's, and within hours, she was revealing parts of herself no one had ever seen. The conversations flowed, electric and intoxicating, blurring the lines between curiosity and desire. He was charming, intelligent, and yet... a mystery. From misunderstood degrees to late-night walks, stolen kisses, and quiet confessions, their connection was intense, magnetic, and dangerously close to chaos. But the pattern emerged-push, pull, and the silence that followed. Could she trust him when the sparks between them burned so hot, yet disappeared just as quickly? Electric Silence is a story of desire, vulnerability, and the messy thrill of modern romance, where every text, call, and touch carries the weight of everything unspoken.

Lilianne Riverborn has always lived with quiet precision.. the perfect smile, the perfect posture, the perfect daughter of two people too busy to love her. Ice skating taught her discipline. Loneliness taught her silence. On the surface, she moves through life untouched, composed as fresh snow. But perfection is a fragile thing. And winter always keeps its secrets. Tokyo Revengers Fanfic!! OC x Wakasa Imaushi

Being passive made people overlook her worth and in some ways, not want her around. Just like clouds. In contrast, he was always the life of every party; anybody within a mile radius would get a shot of sunshine. I know seeing the clouds cover up the sun or the sun outshining the clouds is nothing out of the usual; two different elements brought together is typical and unremarkable. Although sometimes you could find something extraordinary from the customary with the right approach. (This is a Saving Elliot One Shot. If you haven't heard of Saving Elliot by northbynorth yet, I highly suggest you read it now!) (Full of typos and errors but will edit asap! Sorry for the inconvenience!)

Whispers in the Dark is a dark-academia romance about a quiet, gifted student who becomes drawn to her mysterious teacher-an intelligent, strict woman with a past she refuses to speak about. Set in an old university filled with secrets, late-night lectures, and silent hallways, their connection begins with small moments: stolen glances, private tutoring, and conversations that feel too personal to be "normal." But as their bond deepens, rumors spread, boundaries blur, and the student starts uncovering the truth behind her teacher's cold reputation. The story follows their emotional struggle-between desire and discipline, fear and trust-while a hidden scandal from the past threatens to destroy them both. In the end, they must decide whether love is worth the consequences... or if some feelings are meant to stay buried in the dark.

KhunBam Week Tribute | Day 7 | Prompt #7: Night/Names 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨. ••• Any Tower of God-related claims belong to SIU and its correspondents. Photos used or to be used are taken from multiple sources and solely owned by their artists. Only the fanfiction's flow and storyline is owned by thee.

They were never friends. In fact, Leila and Jace couldn't stand each other. But during a week-long university event, the teasing stops feeling playful-and starts feeling dangerous. Jace is the kind of guy who gets under your skin, and Leila is the kind of girl who digs into your heart without even trying. They fall-fast, recklessly, and quietly. But when grief crashes into Leila's world, she pulls away. And when she comes back, he's not the same. Now he's colder. He says he doesn't care. But Leila can't forget the way he once looked at her, or how her name once sounded in his voice. A story about falling in love, letting go, and the people we carry even after they leave.

Late-night texts were always their thing-banter, oversharing, and pushing the line just enough to pretend it didn't mean anything. But when the teasing turned soft and the silence between replies started feeling like a missing piece, they knew something had shifted. Neither of them wanted to admit it. Not when distance made it easier to pretend. Not when their egos wouldn't let them say the words out loud. But after months of walking the edge, they finally meet in person. And suddenly, the weight of everything unsaid is standing right in front of them. No more screens. No more safety in distance. Just them-and the feelings they can't run from anymore.

❝It's a small world, so when a boy with a goofy smile and blue eyes gives you the best damn pick-up line ever, you have to say yes.❞

"I rang my therapist. A stranger answered. I cried anyway." ☎️ Every Thursday at 7PM, Elodie Hayes 📓🎨 calls her therapist from a quiet corner of her London flat 🏙️. But one rainy evening, the call connects to someone else- someone with a soft, unfamiliar voice 🎙️, a quiet laugh 🫥, and a silence that listens better than most people speak 🕯️. She panics 😳. Then vents 😯💨 He doesn't hang up. And she calls again. And again. They never exchange names 🚫🧑‍🤝‍🧑. They don't talk about real life. It's just 7PM ⏰. Once a week. A line between strangers. But what happens when his voice becomes the only place she feels safe? 🫶💭 And what if he is hiding more than just his name? 🔒🖋️ > A story about two broken people 💔, one phone call 📞, and the kind of love that finds you in the silence 🌌.

She aimed her arrow at the monster's chest. He stepped in front of it-like a shield. Like a dare. > "Move." "Say please." Her fingers hovered over the keys. She hated his smirk. She hated that she knew he was smirking-miles away, behind a screen she'd never touched. > "You're infuriating." "And yet... you never log off." Outside, the rain kissed her window. Inside, her heart betrayed her. Their avatars stood close-too close for enemies, not close enough for lovers. Not yet. She shot anyway-just past his shoulder. Hit the monster. Missed him. On purpose. > "Next time," he typed, "aim for me. I'd survive you." She slammed her laptop shut- but only because her face was burning.

Isla Rivera's first week at Westbridge University wasn't supposed to include crashing the wrong meeting, getting recruited to the student paper, or meeting Theo Hale - the dangerously charming editor who talks like every sentence is a dare. One story turns into another, and soon she's trading sleep for coffee, deadlines, and stolen moments with the boy who's supposed to be off-limits. But Theo's hiding more than just his edits, and the truth could ruin more than their reputations. In journalism, you chase the headline. In love, you risk becoming it.

Anne is a girl who barely has time to breathe - a student leader, a top achiever, and a girl with big dreams. Between deadlines, school events, and late-night reports, love is the one thing she keeps pushing aside. Dan is the boy who waits. The boy who stays. The boy who keeps begging... for just a little more time with her. But how long can you wait for someone who's always too tired for you? And how long can love survive when "I'm busy" becomes the only answer? A story about exhaustion, patience, and the small crumbs of love we try to hold onto.

After her family vacation goes devastatingly wrong, seventeen-year old Sierra is forced to fly out and live in a beach-side town with a family she has never met before. Desperate to rebuild what she had before the holidays, Sierra puts a huge amount of pressure on herself to stay the positive girl she has always been. But living with the Manson family and starting a new chapter is easier said than done. On top of fond memories that are unwilling to stop haunting her, there is the addition of Kit Manson. Arrogant, cruel and completely unaware of Sierra's situation, the two characters collide and Sierra's determination is slowly wearing thin. Will Sierra ever find happiness in her new home and learn to live through the aftermath? Beach campfires, truth or dare, fierce prank wars, plot twists and the unveiling of embarrassing secrets - I, Spiritedly, present to you: T H E A F T E R M A T H

When nineteen-year-old Zane Austen is told he has exactly one hundred days left to live, he decides to disappear, no hospitals, no pity, no long, drawn-out goodbyes. Instead, he packs a camera, a notebook, and a list of the things he's always been too afraid to do and sets off on a quiet road trip to nowhere. What he doesn't plan for is Audrey Willow, a sharp-tongued photographer with nowhere to go and a broken car that dies next to his. She invites herself into his journey with nothing but a map covered in doodles, a suitcase full of dresses, and a thousand questions from her that he doesn't want to answer. As they travel, Zane finds something he never thought he'd have again-joy, laughter, LOVE. And the terrifying ache of wanting more time. But Audrey doesn't know he's counting down the days. And Zane doesn't know how to tell her he's leaving. Not for a new city. Not for someone else. But for good.

This is a Rosaria fic that I wrote quite a while ago back when she was first released. It was published on my AO3 but I figured I'd bring it here for the Wattpad Genshin fans :)

✔️ fall / fɔːl / [noun] - an act of falling or collapsing. ✔️ compilation / kɒmpɪˈleɪʃ(ə)n / [noun] - collection, assortment. w a r n i n g : This story contains certain chapters based on delusionary behaviour. And yes, of course, write-ups that really don't make sense in the real world. Add weird ass author's notes to the list. || third place in THE ELOQUENCE AWARDS || © rehnuma rahin™ 2017.

"I don't want to leave without an apology" An AU of what could have happened after the fight in Season 2 Episode 5. After Hinata rushed from their fight he ended up in a car accident. But when he wakes up he's not dead and he's not in a hospital either. Hinata has to live the same day - the day when he and Kageyama fought - over and over again until he finds a solution where he could get out of the time loop. But when the time comes, will Hinata have enough strength and bravery to do what has to be done?