Latenights Stories

What happens when the biggest rookie boy group suddenly becomes six? When Izz unexpectedly debuts as the newest member of CORTIS, the entire K-pop industry is thrown into chaos. Fans are divided, the media won't stop talking, and every performance is watched under a microscope. Can one girl really find a place in a group of five boys who have trained, dreamed, and struggled together for years? From awkward first meetings and hilarious dorm life to unforgettable stages, world tours, award shows, variety shows, late-night practices, and the unbreakable bond they build along the way, this is the story of six artists chasing one dream. Together, they'll face scandals, sacrifices, impossible expectations, and the pressure of standing at the very top-while proving that family isn't defined by blood or gender, but by the people who choose to stand beside you. This is the journey of CORTIS-six hearts, one dream, and a story that changes everything.

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.

A quiet, surreal reflection on moments that don't ask to be understood. "A Shape No One Named" explores the strange beauty of existence without meaning-where the world bends, time hesitates, and reality feels just slightly out of place. Instead of searching for answers, this poem sits in the unknown, capturing a feeling that can't quite be explained... only experienced. For anyone who's ever felt disconnected, lost in thought, or caught in a moment that didn't need a reason-just presence.

A girl fighting sleep. A stranger asking, "Are you awake?" Will she ignore the message... Or reply to the stranger who was never meant to find her? -------------------------------------------------- hy☺ I'm not a writer. At least, not yet. I'm just someone who had a story in her head and finally decided to write it down. If this little story finds a place in your heart, I'd love for you to stay.

Some people are only meant for daylight But they were never those people... Somewhere between midnights and sunrise, they kept finding each other through crowded parties, quiet rooftops, and nights that stretch a little longer than they should no promise, no explanations, just glances, conversations that never seem to have an end, and silence that somehow says more than words could ever Heeseung is a mystery she never met to unravel Yn is still learning that not everything beautiful needs an explanation Maybe the moon really does make people a bit rational, or maybe some people are simply meant to find each other at midnight...

a collection of thoughts. we often romanticise 2am poetry, but what about the 2pm fleeting thoughts? here they are, from a tired student.

These poems were never meant to be perfect.Not every feeling can be explained in a conversation.So I wrote them down instead. They were written at 2 a.m., after good days, after terrible ones, after overthinking. Some are true. Some are fiction. All of them came from a feeling I couldn't ignore. Scribbled Feelings a collection of poems

Every night at exactly **11:00 PM**, millions tune in to **98.3 FM** to hear the soothing voice of RJ Mira-a woman whose words comfort broken hearts, lonely souls, and sleepless dreamers. Among those listeners is **Arjun Dev**, the young and successful CEO of one of the country's largest companies. To the world, he's cold, untouchable, and impossible to impress. But every night, he becomes just another anonymous listener, finding peace in the voice of a woman he's never seen. He doesn't know her face. She doesn't know his name. Yet somewhere between late-night conversations, heartfelt confessions, and anonymous messages, two strangers begin to fall in love-not with appearances, but with the souls behind the voices. Fate, however, has its own plans. When Arjun's company partners with Mira's radio station for a major project, they finally meet... as complete strangers. By day, they're professional acquaintances navigating meetings, deadlines, and unexpected clashes. By night, they're each other's safe place, sharing secrets through anonymous identities without realizing they're already a part of each other's lives. How long can love hide behind a voice? What happens when the frequency they've trusted finally reveals the truth? Because sometimes... The heart recognizes a soul long before the eyes recognize a face.

collective one shots of yutamaki, please don't slander me for my chopped ass writing 🥲🥲

Sometimes I forget I'm not alone

"Embark on a whirlwind journey of love and longing as Nia and Kiran navigate the complexities of a modern-day romance. From a chance encounter on social media to late-night conversations filled with laughter and anticipation, follow along as their bond transcends screens and distances. With each chapter, uncover the joys and challenges of their relationship, from secret rendezvous to dreams of a shared future. Will their love withstand the trials of time and distance, or will they be torn apart by the forces that threaten to keep them apart? Dive into this captivating tale of friendship, love, and the power of connection in the digital age." I have imagined behir , only character names are different.

These chapters are just me trying to express my feelings, it's not perfect poetry but pure and written with heart. My first language is not english so there are a lot of mistakes but there are also typing mistakes. I don't even know if this counts to poetry but it's what helps me express my emotions. There are many chapters I don't even like and some of them don't make sense.

Some stories begin with a hello. Theirs began across two terraces. Vrittika's life was ordinary-until a new family moved into the house opposite hers. Yuvaan was her new neighbour. Her best friend's elder brother. And someone she never expected to become a part of her everyday life. What started with stolen glances across two terraces slowly turned into nightly conversations at 11:00 PM, shared silences, endless laughter, and feelings neither of them were prepared for. But love isn't always easy... especially when life has its own plans. Sometimes, the shortest distance between two hearts is a terrace apart.

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.

Poems about longing, loneliness, overthinking, hope, growing up, and waiting for people you care about.

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

Meet Natasha Diane Lopez & Timothy Clark Gonzales Leaders of Blake school Written By : Francine

Sneak peek: He's always loved her, for 20 years and never stopped. She also knows that he will always remain faithful towards her and always love her despite everything they'll go through.

just some 3am thoughts

hello and welcome to my world of rants<3 i hope you're someone who's here to listen or relate. i hope i'm in some way making you feel that you're not alone in this world 🫶🏼 happy reading about my sad pathetic little life