Lonely Stories

{SENSITIVE CONTENT} Olivia Greene. A typical nerd? Not really. Shy. Awkward. Fashion sense from hell? Of course. Olivia has been picked on her entire high school life. It's finally senior year and she can't wait to graduate and move away. But what she didn't realise was that the year was going to turn her life upside down. She has a secret no one knows. Bruises no one sees and screams no one hears. At least that's what she thought. Now enter Neel Taylor. The typical school bad boy. Heart throb and don't forget rumoured gang leader. What happens when Olivia runs into Neel quite literally. What happens when he breaks down all her walls to finally realise why she's the nerd. Well, I guess you'll just have to read on to find out how the bad boy saves her.

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

A lonely girl who loves dancing finds someone with the same passion and maybe... life isn't as lonely as before,

Elena has always lived in the quiet margins of life-soft places, empty parks, the hush between pages in a bookstore. She prefers silence, drawing, and staying unseen... until a gentle stranger with a warm smile sits beside her on a cold autumn afternoon. Aiden is everything she isn't expecting-curious, kind, and flawlessly attentive. With a disposable camera in hand and a mystery behind his eyes, he steps into her world with a tenderness that feels like sunlight breaking through clouds. Day after day, the connection between them deepens, transforming Elena's quiet routines into moments filled with laughter, sketchbooks, and stolen glances that become impossible to ignore. But Aiden is hiding something. His smiles falter. His hands shake. His breath slips out in uneven patterns he tries desperately to mask. As Elena falls deeper into a love she never thought she'd find, Aiden battles a secret that threatens to steal everything from him-including their future. When his health begins to unravel, the truth he's been trying to protect her from comes crashing into both their lives. What follows is a heartbreakingly intimate journey through love, fear, vulnerability, and the unbearable beauty of finding someone worth holding onto-even when time isn't on your side. Tender, emotional, and deeply human, this story is about the kind of love that changes you forever-whether it lasts a lifetime or just long enough to teach you what love truly means. Aiden and Elena's connection is fragile, fleeting... and unforgettable.

A compiled list of different recipes.

Sung: အညိုရောင်မျက်ဝန်းတွေထဲက အကြင်နာရိပ်များကို အရောင်ဆိုးမိရင် ငါ့အပြစ်ဖြစ်မလား။ မင်းက ငါ့ဘဝမှာ ပေါ်လာပေးတဲ့အလင်းရောင်လေး။ Chan: ကိုယ်စောင့်နေမှာ။ ပြန်လာတဲ့အချိန်ထိ စိတ်ရှည်ရှည်စောင့်မှာ။ ကိုယ့်ဘဝရဲ့ လမ်းကြောင်းအသစ်လေး။

A 15-year-old girl named YN, abandoned in a hostel years ago by parents she can't even remember, battles the isolating grip of depression. In a world that feels perpetually dark, a quiet friendship blossoms, offering her the first glimmers of hope and healing. But her life is about to take an unimaginable turn when seven "princes" from korea decide to adopt her, offering her a family and a future she never dared to dream of...

: 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼? : That one time I met you, that was the starting. Will this be the ending of my life without you? I have been waiting, I am waiting, And I will forever wait. : 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾? : 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓼 I'm feeling lonely, I wish I had you with me all the time... Where are you? Why did you leave me? I loved you with all my heart ♡ I'm tired of being judged and hated all the time. My life was peaceful and perfect with you. : 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷? : Started:: April 16 Contains:: Smut Language Conflict

Kihan Haneul lives in the quiet spaces between anxiety and escape, where the weight of unspoken fears presses heavier than the night. When sleep becomes both a refuge and a risk, the line between peace and oblivion begins to blur. This story is inspired by my own personal experience with anxiety and unhealthy coping. Please remember: what Kihan does in this story is dangerous and should never be imitated. If you're struggling, reach out - there is help, and there are safer ways to find peace. For anyone who has ever wanted the world to go quiet - you are not alone.

The choices we make in life often come down to good or bad. Sometimes, though, we don't even get to make those choices ourselves. Looking back on every bad memory I can still recall, every pain I've endured that still feels etched into my flesh, I've come to learn one thing: faith. Faith taught me to survive-for my own sake and my own good. The one thing I feared most was losing my parents. Just the thought of it used to break my heart. I grew up living what many would call "the perfect life." At times, I thought I couldn't survive any life other than the one I had with my beloved parents. They were the two people I grew up loving deeply, without anyone else ever taking their place. Being the daughter of two well-known figures in our country was exciting and full of joy. But the idea that one day I might leave them behind-whether through marriage or other life changes-haunted me. It felt like losing a part of myself. Yet, looking back at everything I've been through, I realize that if those events hadn't happened, I wouldn't be the person I am today. This story is one of revenge, romance, love, hatred, and politics-a reflection of the struggles within our beloved country. Set in the fictional land of Wenturia, this tale will take you on an emotional journey. Check it out, and I promise you won't regret it! The complete novel is available on OkadaBooks! #AnEnglishAndHausaNovel! Written by Fatima Lawan (Tyetyelorh)

Poems of my heart and soul.

🏆#2 Vedika Bedi was only eight when her family abandoned her and sent her away to London, leaving her to grow up with the ache of questions that were never answered. So when her estranged relatives summon her back to India for an arranged marriage, she runs back, hoping for the lick of affection she was denied all these years. What she doesn't expect is Agham Purohit. At 37, he's a widowed architect with a teenaged son, a life built on quiet routine, and a heartbreak he's never quite buried, with a smile-unexpected, tired and warm, he beckons her, unsettling something she spend years locking away. What begins as a reluctant agreement slowly evolves into something neither of them anticipated. But the past has teeth, and loving someone with a history of being left behind-or losing everything-demands more than just desire. Started on -- 21/4/25

midnight, melancholy, and me, singing together, a song of the '90s.

Once a model the world adored, Ishan now lives in the silent corners of a sprawling house, raising a child who isn't his by blood but entirely his by heart. His husband, Hardik aka the country's cricketing hero, controls the home with soft words and invisible chains, leaving Ishan with the illusion of love and the reality of abandonment. Every tour takes Hardik farther. Every rumor cuts deeper. Every night stretches colder. And then... there's Shubman. A mutual friend, a teammate, and the one person who looks at Ishan like he's still worth something. What begins as quiet companionship during long IPL nights slowly becomes the lifeline Ishan never knew he needed. In Shubman's warmth, Ishan finds the courage to face the truth he's been breaking under: Hardik's betrayals aren't rumors - they're a pattern. When Shubman finally lays bare the evidence, Ishan's world shatters... but for the first time, he chooses himself. The divorce isn't loud; it's devastatingly quiet. Co-parenting twists every wound deeper. Healing feels like walking barefoot over old glass. Through the chaos, Shubman stays not as a replacement, not as a savior, but as the only home Ishan has left. As the two men navigate heartbreak, custody battles, and the slow rebuilding of trust, they discover something unexpected: Love isn't loud. Love isn't flawless. Love is choosing someone in the quiet, over and over again. This is a story of escape from subtle abuse, the messy truth of infidelity, found family, healing that takes time, and a romance born not from desperation but from finally being seen.

Starting with the life of 14 year old Y/N, going through her own troubles and a certain someone comes to the rescue. Eventually adapting to the new life built around them, people come and people go. Watch as Y/N grows up and everything slowly changes, for the good or for the bad? ALL FICTION!! Like the grid, races etc... Trigger warnings: sh, suicidal thoughts, deaths, drugs, alcohol

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

A poetry book written by someone going through hard times mentally (My first attempt at poetry, we will see how it goes)

After the break with Rye, Andy is not doing well, he gets drunk and doesn't think about his actions anymore. after he catches Rye with someone new, he runs away, but everything goes wrong there. Someone wants to kidnap him. who is it? and why? how does this affect Andy and Rye? and will they ever get back together or will Andy never be found? (!!The 4 first chapters are an intro for the story!!) ⚠️warning: contains offensive words, smuth, kidnapping, self harming...

//AU Story// *Unedited version* She- a broken yet strong soul who works to expose the wrongdoers. He- a broken soul who has managed to gather himself and who is a doctor by profession. Two broken souls who are brought together by their preplanned fates meet amidst the investigations regarding a particular case, only to discover how deeply connected they are to the case! Cover credits: 1) Tanzeel Khan from fmc 2) @Lyfaks10 from @VyomI_Hub 3) @Meera_Oberoi Awards: 🥉- 3rd place at Booktrovert Samaina awards ( long stories) 🥉- 3rd place at SAM Samaina Awards ( long stories) 🥈 - 2nd place at Vie| The Brown Household Awards

"He texts me every midnight... from three days in the future." Every night at 12:00 AM, my phone lights up with a message from an unknown number. The texts are short, soft, almost comforting - like the sender knows me better than anyone ever has. But tonight, he told me the truth. He's texting me from three days in the future. And our connection only lasts seven minutes each night, during something he calls "the slip," a moment where time overlaps. At first, it was small things. Don't skip breakfast. Keep your headphones at home. Don't take the left turn. Then the messages changed. "Something bad is coming." "Don't trust anyone tomorrow." "I'm running out of time... literally." I thought he was trying to save me. But now I'm starting to think... the one who needs saving - might be him.