Lonely Stories

--- Mumbai. A billionaire mansion. Full of people... yet painfully empty for her. Nirvani Suryavanshi. Seventeen. Once, she lived in a royal haveli- wrapped in her grandparents' love. Until they were gone. And everything changed. --- A mother who saves lives... but never has time for her. A father who never looks at her. Five brothers- but not one wrist for her rakhi. An elder sister- who was never really a sister. --- In a house where she had everything... She had no one. --- Ignored. Unseen. Unloved. --- But silence... Silence doesn't break her. It builds her. --- She was never weak. Just waiting... To become something they could never ignore. ✨

The Pride Lands, a land known for its peace, harmony, and determination to uphold the teachings and practices of the Circle of Life. However, in order to protect and maintain such peace, someone must carry the burden of the Pride Lands' dirty work...

Thirteen year-old Katie had the best life she could ask for. Loving parents, supportive siblings, and loyal friends. But that didn't last for long. Her parents drowned themselves in work, siblings becoming busy with sports and friends, and her own friends were moving away, literally. She of course tried to think positive, that it was just a phase, though as time seemed to keep moving with no change, and her loneliness growing, it was harder to push down the negativity. It didn't take long for one negative thought to finally slip through, and that was the worst mistake of her life. Because that crack had only made a bigger one, and soon she had company. A voice in her head that wasn't hers.

He was lonely. An artist with colors but no canvas for his heart. Every night, a girl appeared in his dreams-soft smile, familiar eyes, but always out of reach. Then college began. And she walked in. The same girl. The same dream. Only now, she was real. As their worlds collide, he discovers that love isn't just about finding someone-it's about finding yourself. But dreams have secrets, and reality has twists. Will their story paint a happy ending, or will the canvas tear before it's complete?

Amara is the youngest child of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian. Amara has always longed for adventure and when threats begin to arise all over Middle Earth, Amara follows her father to Mirkwood in search of answers. While there, she meets a beautiful Elven Prince and begins wondering if she should stay in Mirkwood or return home with her father. *This is a re-write of my original story 'An Arranged Marriage'*

Not so depressed anymore. A new sunrise in my life. My second poetry book.

[Volume V Late June 2026 - In progress] Welcome to Volume V, it is not necessary to read any of the previous volumes or letters since each letter is a stand alone work. Feel free to start reading from the latest day, or pick your favorite Princess from the chapter names and start there. The content within are not written sequentially. Thank you! No one wants to feel lonely, and sometimes all you need is someone to talk to. Sadly sometimes people don't have anyone, so I am writing these letters for those that need someone. This way you at least have a friend thinking about you and talking to you. Sometimes we take for granted our ability to lead a normal life. However for some, like the young royals of the world, they don't have the luxury of leading a normal life. Perhaps it's difficult for them to make friends? Perhaps they don't have anyone to talk to? Who knows? We are a family, and family takes care of each other. And although these letters are addressed to them, they are equally for everyone. These letters are as much for you as they are for them. Thanks everyone, enjoy! Saint Anthony Guide

[Volume IV Beginning of January 2026 - In progress] Welcome to Volume IV, it is not necessary to read any previous volumes or letters since each letter is a stand alone work. Feel free to start reading from the latest day, or pick your favorite Princess from the chapter names and start there. This is not written linearly. Thank you! No one wants to feel lonely. And the best cure is to have a friend talk to you and care about you. Sadly sometimes people don't have any friends to talk to, so I am writing these letters to anyone that wants to read them. This way you at least have a friend thinking about you and talking to you. Sometimes we take for granted our ability to lead a normal life. However for some, like the young royals of the world, they don't have the luxury of leading a normal life. Perhaps it's difficult for them to make friends? Perhaps they don't have anyone to talk to? Who knows? We are a family, and family takes care of each other. So these letters are addressed to them and are there if they need them. But everyone is free to read them in case you need them. They are as much for you as they are for them. Thanks everyone, enjoy! Saint Anthony Guide

"A pawn moves forward, never knowing whose game it plays-sacrificed in silence, deceived by the hand that guides it. In the end, it is not the board that betrays, but the unseen master who whispers of victory while plotting its fall." A pawn has no right to say no right to Live no right of freedom its just is a MOHRA if someone kept to be used .

Luke Beckett knows his job. To sit in the corner of the museum and observe. He may clean his glasses, read a book or advise visitors of the various exhibits. Once alone: he paints, sits with his cat and sleeps. Rebecca Donne knows her lot in life. To be the carer to her dementia suffering dad. On a day off she'll either have lunch with her oblivious mother or take in the various museums and galleries she loves. Once alone: she paints, eats pot noddles and sleeps. Their repetitive and timetabled existence is so much less than living; it's lonely. After a formal conversation about art, they never expect to meet again, but their shared sense of artistic frustration, familial responsibility and loneliness, pushes them closer together when those around them hopes that it pulls them apart.

broken, but blooming

"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

⚠️ WARNING: Highly relatable content ahead. ⚠️ We have all written some truly terrible poetry atleast once in our life. I have written too many of them. An Ode to Bad Poetry is a collection of awkward metaphors, forced rhymes, and chaotic late-night thoughts usually hidden deep in the notes app. It is the song you fixed with poor vocabulary, the conversation about heartbreaks and moving on you had with your friend and the existential crisis that visits you every Tuesday. It is the place where I expressed my most vulnerable thoughts instead of going to therapy and everyday delusions of a non-existent love life. Think of this book as a chaotic group chat with your best friend who isn't afraid to say the absolute wrong thing. Because honestly? Sometimes "bad" poetry is the most real art there is.

seo ha was a lonely and left out child in the family no one cares seo ha at high school or at home she is like invisible but her grandma favourite grand child among grandkids one day seo ha goes to her grandma house there she enjoys her company and her grandma gave a book and she say when you feel lonely or you want go to another world read this. seo ha think that book as a just a kids book and she put it on her shelff and one day bad news happen that her grandma was died and to seo ha the one and only who supported whole hertly now she dead and she went to depression and no one cares her and in her depression she sees the book that given by her grandma and she take the book . the book look like a kids book and she opened slowly then a ray of light came from book come and she closed immediatly and she threw the book from her hand in fear.

Some messages are never sent. Some feelings are never spoken. Some people leave long before they say goodbye. Deleted Before Sending is a poetry collection about quiet love, loud heartbreak, empty notifications, old conversations, and the courage to heal. Told across five chapters, these poems explore the journey from first feelings to final acceptance, reminding us that sometimes the hardest message to send is the truth we owe ourselves. For anyone who has ever waited too long, loved too quietly, or left a message unsent, this book is for you.

They are dead. She's out there, trying to survive alone, trying to know the truth, trying hard to fix everything she lost. She doesn't want to believe they are dead. But that's the truth. They are gone. They aren't coming back.

A magical dark king who wanted nothing but a dragon to ride and slave on, and a protagonist who has to save the dragon from becoming his. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack and reading a plagiarized copy of my work. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/RachWriters. Thank you.

Nico Lives With his Mom And Dad And hs sister they all dont get

(Hunter x Hunter x My Hero Academia) Killua was fighting against his brother, trying to protect his younger sister when all of a sudden he woke up in a strange dark alleyway. He discovers that somehow he was transported to a different world, one that was made up of heroes and villains. He's lost all hope in the possibility of making it back to his own world, and believes that his little sister is dead. He's given up on ever reuniting with his friends, especially his best friend Gon and falls into a state of deep despair. He's stuck in a world he doesn't want to be in and is questioning if he has the right to live anymore. {DISCLAIMER: cover art does not belong to me}

Being kind doesn't mean you'll be treated kindly. Shafiq learned that early in life. Branded by a past he can never escape, every good deed he does is questioned, twisted, and turned against him. The world sees him as a criminal long before it sees him as human.