Latenightthoughts Stories

Welcome to my Blade Angels fanfiction series 💫 This book is a collection of fanfictions featuring different stories about ✨Alysa Liu, Isabeau Levito, and Amber Glenn✨. Every chapter is its own separate story, meaning each fanfic can be read on its own with different plots, emotions, and relationships. Some chapters will be pure fluff, some will be full of angst, and others might be a mix of both depending on the story. To make things easier: 💙 = Fluff ❤️ = Angst The fluff stories will focus more on sweet moments, comfort, chaos, humor, friendship, and romance, while the angst stories may include heartbreak, arguments, emotional moments, misunderstandings, jealousy, or emotional healing. Some stories may be lighthearted and adorable, while others might completely destroy you emotionally before putting the pieces back together again 😭 Most chapters will include female reader inserts, but some stories may occasionally feature different dynamics depending on the idea I have. Every chapter is written for fun and creativity, so expect different AUs, emotional rollercoasters, social media stories, Olympic drama, Stars on Ice chaos, late-night comfort scenes, and way too much tension between characters. I'm still deciding whether or not I'll write smut in the future, but for now this series will mainly focus on storylines, emotions, romance, and character interactions. I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoy writing them 🤍

some thoughts pass through us . Other sit quietly in the corners of our mind and never really leave . this book is about those thoughts .

My mind is also a mess, especially at night. So, I wrote poems for the soul. Here lies my river of thoughts with just ink, paper, and pen.

Behind every fictional character I wrote, there was always a real emotion I never fully knew how to explain. Not a Novel is simply the unfiltered version of that person the mind behind the stories, the military obsessions, the overthinking, and all the feelings that stayed long after the books ended.

Rants turned poems about random events in my life, or random thoughts and rhymes I thought about when I'm supposed to be doing something else- Updates randomly.

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

In a stadium overflowing with lights, music, and thousands of voices, he remembered only one. Far above the crowd, hidden beneath the glow of winter lights, a young woman cheered with a kind of warmth that stayed with him long after the concert ended. He never learned her name, yet somehow, he never forgot her voice. Months later, while her life quietly drifts away from the dreams she once carried so closely to her heart, the world's brightest singer unexpectedly crosses her path once again. He lives beneath flashing cameras, sold-out arenas, and endless admiration. She lives among ordinary struggles, unanswered questions, and the quiet ache of beginning again. Their worlds were never meant to touch beyond that single night. And yet, somewhere between distant cities, sleepless conversations, falling snow, and songs carried through cold air, two strangers slowly become something unexpected to one another. A refuge. A reminder. A hidden light in seasons that felt unbearably cold. Because sometimes the people who find us are not the ones searching at all. And sometimes, beneath the quiet glow of snowlight, even the farthest hearts can feel near.

Longing for forever with the person who feels like home.

"Echoes of the Soul: Reflections and Poetry" is a collection of verses born from the depths of human experience: love, loss, faith, loneliness, hope, and the passage of time. Through poetry and reflections, the author opens a window into his inner world, where each piece is an echo of what has been lived, felt, and left unspoken. These are not merely words: they are fragments of life transformed into voice. This book does not promise perfect answers, but sincere questions. It speaks of what hurts, what saves us, what is lost... and what remains within us even when everything else changes. For those who have loved, fallen, believed, doubted... and still keep moving forward.

What if the greatest love story was the one that was never spoken? Radha never knew she was someone's favorite reason to come to school. And he never knew that one confession could have changed everything. In between stolen glances, quiet smiles, and unspoken feelings - this is the story of a love that almost happened.

She mastered the art of pretending people didn't matter. But every goodbye still ruined her. Svara had always been the girl who loved too deeply, cared too much, and stayed longer than she should have. People walked into her life like they were meant to stay forever-soft smiles, late-night conversations, promises whispered at the right moments. And every single time, they left. Some disappeared slowly. Some left without explanation. Some made her believe in forever before becoming strangers again. Yet no matter how many times her heart broke, she still found herself hoping the next person would be different. "The Art of Being Left Behind" is a hauntingly emotional story about loneliness, attachment, heartbreak, and the painful journey of learning how to stop searching for home in other people.

Late at night when I can't help but over think, I write. When I write at night, it's most likely depressing. This is where those sad and depressing things will go.

Poems. From young to old. Happy to unhappy. Friends to family. Poetry to many lines of words. Only one author to write it all. ×××× Ranks: #27 in meaning

A late-night poem about anxiety, overthinking, loneliness, and the silent struggle of trying to heal while feeling emotionally exhausted. A piece written from the heart for anyone who has ever felt lost inside their own mind.

story of healing, faith, and finding peace after pain She carried a pain she never spoke about. Behind her quiet smile were sleepless nights, silent tears, and memories she wished she could forget. Every day felt heavier than the last, and every prayer was filled with questions only Allah could hear. Before Fajr is an emotional Muslim fiction novel about heartbreak, healing, family struggles, trust, and rediscovering faith after losing hope. It follows the journey of a young woman trying to rebuild herself after life leaves her shattered. As she battles loneliness, betrayal, and the weight of her past, she slowly begins to understand that healing does not happen overnight - and that sometimes Allah tests the hearts He loves the most. In the quiet moments before Fajr, when the world is asleep and only duas remain awake, she finds comfort she never thought she would feel again. Through pain, patience, and tawakkul, she learns that even the darkest nights can lead a person back to light. This story is filled with emotion, faith, family bonds, self-discovery, and the reminder that no matter how broken a heart becomes, Allah can still guide it back to peace. A soft and comforting novel for readers who love deep emotions, Islamic reminders, healing journeys, and stories that stay in the heart long after the last chapter. 🌙✨

"The fault in our stars much, huh?", Jisung would say with a chuckle on his lips when he watched Chan do it for the first time, almost mocking him for it. But Chan didn't take it as mocking. He just smiled and took the cigarette out of his mouth, rolling it between his fingers a little before he decided to speak up. "Augustus used it as a meatphor, right? The cigarette could kill him, but only if he gave it the power to do so, right? You see, being with you is like that metaphor. You are the cigarette and...let's say someone else, someone better than me, is the lighter. If the lighter lights the cigarette it would kill me." So if someone else took Jisung away from him he would die. Or Chan doesn't have the guts to read Jisung's suicide letter, even after four years have passed, and it's keeping him from letting go of everything and moving on. But Felix is there to help him.

Exposed is a deeply vulnerable poem about learning to be seen without hiding. It explores emotional growth, quiet intimacy, and the kind of love that no longer comes from desperation or performance. Through soft moments, honest reflection, and raw self-awareness, the poem captures what it feels like to stand emotionally unguarded - not because of weakness, but because of strength. It is about choosing openness, embracing imperfection, and realizing that vulnerability can exist without shame.

I wrote this either because I'm caffeinated or I'm sad. Nothing in between.

i hope someone reads these and can relate or just enjoys them

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."