Love-letter Stories

Lara Jean Song-Covey has always believed in love letters. So when a chance encounter with a certain friendly neighborhood superhero leaves her with an unexpected crush, she does what she does best: she writes him a letter she never intends to send. Just to give those feelings somewhere else to live. Then, the world forgot Peter Parker. Months later, Lara Jean is starting over. Her relationship with Peter Kavinsky is over, Oregon is thousands of miles away, and she's finally made the move to New York City to attend NYU. Everything about her life is changing-except for one thing she can't seem to leave behind. Peter Parker, meanwhile, remembers everything. He had spent years learning not to ask people to remember him. But when he discovers that the girl he met for one unforgettable night has somehow moved onto the very same floor of his apartment building, staying out of her life becomes a lot harder. Especially when even though Lara Jean may have forgotten Peter Parker... some part of her seems to remember him.

Ivy Bennett never expected a basketball game to change her life. She was there for one simple reason-to capture it. A camera in her hands, a memory card nearly full, and absolutely no interest in the players beyond getting the perfect shot. Photography is her passion, and her part-time job as an event photographer is exactly where she wants to be: behind the lens, unnoticed, capturing moments that other people might miss. Until one particular moment comes straight at her. Literally. A basketball flies toward her with barely a second to react. She closes her eyes, bracing herself- -and someone steps in front of her. When Ivy opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is him. Ethan Calloway. Basketball player. Number 11. Stranger. She doesn't know his name. He doesn't know hers. And yet, for one strange little moment, the entire world seems to disappear. She gives him an awkward thank-you, picks up her camera, and goes back to work. Because she'll probably never see him again. Right? Except life has a funny way of putting the same people in your path twice. And sometimes, the person who starts as a stranger becomes the one person you never expected to need. Between college life, basketball games, photography, late-night conversations, teasing, friendships, family, and moments neither of them planned, Ivy and Ethan slowly discover that some of life's most important stories aren't the ones you intend to capture. They're the ones that happen when you aren't looking through the lens. Because sometimes, one shot isn't just a photograph. Sometimes, it's the shot that changes everything. ❤️🏀📸

Alex was once a noble princess, envied by all, but no sooner had she turned twelve then her kingdom fell. But she was already betrothed to the prince of Estherbrige but on the day of their wedding, he strips her off her title and orders her execution. With the fear of death, Alex escapes, and reaches the land where her kingdom once stood. There she started living a life of a beggar, so much worse than before, then she finds a cat. A black cat. Soon that cat refuses to leave her side. And every time the cat stays, Alex feels a weird sensation under her skin. Until, her spiritual core finally opens, although it had been long sealed.

Pitch & Echoes Dev Pradhap is a 26-year-old rising cricket star-a calm, reserved hero on the pitch, but deeply introverted and guarded. Anchored by his close-knit family, he keeps his world small, quiet, and strictly focused on his sport. Deepika Shivakumar is a lively 23 Year-old M.Sc. Psychology student at St. Joseph's, Bangalore. Loud, cheerful, and slightly clumsy, she has a knack for reading people beyond their surface facades. When a chance encounter brings the silent sportsman and the expressive psychology student together, Deepika sees past Dev's fame to the quiet pressures he carries. Her warmth slowly breaks down his walls, sparking an unlikely bond between two complete opposites in the heart of Bangalore.

"Dear Jason..." Almost 3 years since Evelyn's departure back to her world, a safe appears in Gotham City addressed to the GCPD and Batfamily. Inside are letters not only proving Evelyn's survival but her League's fight against the Crime Syndicate. Follow the Waynes, Jason especially, as they read Evelyn McCallahan's riveting recollection of events. This piece is a significantly-shorter, standalone conclusion that does NOT require reading of 'Belong Here With Us' first. (Quick synopsis in Foreword.) Based in the world of Wayne Family Adventures, meant for ages 15+. Evelyn is OG character and this piece is fanfiction meant to borrow from some timelines, but ultimately bears an original story with references(!).

Before I knew what love was, I knew her. ආදරය හඳුනාගන්නටත් පෙර මම ඇයව හඳුනාගෙන සිටියෙමි காதலை அறியும் முன்பே நான் அவளை அறிந்திருந்தேன் **this is the second series of Before She had a name** She was there before the feelings had a name-before stolen glances, unspoken words, jealousy, and the kind of connection neither of us knew how to explain. Growing up changes people. Time changes relationships. And sometimes, the person you thought you had known forever becomes the person you can no longer imagine living without. But love isn't always simple. Sometimes it hides behind friendship. Sometimes it arrives too late. And sometimes, by the time you realize what someone means to you, you've already fallen too deeply to turn back. He knew her before he knew love. But will knowing her be enough to make him choose her? Continuation of Before She had a name

Lara Jean had a great summer she thought would launch her great first year at NYU. Her and Peter felt stronger than ever, and she was excited to be able to write him letters like she did before. Except, the summer ended with Kavinsky ruining the dream school year she had planned. So, NYC welcomed brokenhearted Lara Jean Song Covey with open arms. A month in with, a so far so good time, she decided to write Peter a final farewell letter, also to show how much better off she is. But, a happy accident sends the letter to a different Peter. [][][] I don't own Lara Jeans character or Spider-Man's character. They belong to the respective creators and I'm simply making a fan fiction of a fantasy AU where they both exist.

Amina thought grief would be loud. Instead, it settled quietly into the spaces her father once occupied following her from Yola to Abuja and teaching her how to smile while carrying a sorrow no one could see. Then there is Asad. A successful businessman calm, reserved, and difficult to read. A man of few words, yet somehow, his quiet presence begins to reach the parts of Amina she has kept hidden. But grief has taught her that nothing lasts forever. And as Asad becomes more than she ever expected, Amina is forced to confront the fear she has carried since losing her father: How do you love someone deeply when your heart is already preparing to lose them? A Time Called Amina is a poignant story of grief, faith, healing, and the quiet courage it takes to love again even when tomorrow is never promised.

#1 in Instruments (02/20/26) #3 in Anxious (02/20/26) #1 in YouandMe (05/02/26) *Slowburn/Mentions of Mental Health/Grief* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was so sure of his feelings 'til that day. It was sudden. And after that chance encounter, it confirmed what he thought was just a crush that'd eventually fade away, to be something else. Now, he knew that she was so much more special to him than he had ever thought. She wasn't sure what had happened that day. It was unexpected. He was so kind and so gentle, and they were mere acquaintances. More surprisingly, she didn't know why she'd felt so comfortable around him so easily. Let alone so quickly. Who knew sitting at a bus stop could lead to so much?

When twenty-two-year-old literature major Elsa meets Harry, the frozen numb aftershocks of a devastating breakup finally begin to thaw. What starts as lingering glances in quiet lecture halls soon spirals into an intense, secret connection. But when Harry abruptly walks away, quitting his job and returning to a life and an ex he left behind, Elsa is left stranded in the wreckage. Unravelling through a series of diary entries, raw confessions, and unsent love letters, Elsa traces the ghost of the man who reawakened her heart.

At thirteen, Aditi fell in love in a moment that felt like time itself had stopped. A letter. A confession. A memory she carried for years. Or so she believed. Nearly a decade later, a single realization shatters everything she thought was real. When destiny brings him back into her life, Aditi is given a second chance-to confess, to feel, to understand what really happened all those years ago. But some truths don't just heal... they break. And this time, love comes with betrayal she never saw coming.

A Diary of Many Valentines is not just a poetry collection, it's a love experience. This yearly anthology brings together diverse voices, from across Nigeria, all the way to the United Kingdom. Capturing love in its rawest forms: passion, longing, regret, devotion, and even humor. From love that defies distance to the ache of what should never have been, each poem is an entry in this ever-growing diary of the heart. Whether you're deeply in love, recovering from it, or just here for the poetry, this collection offers a piece of love's story that will speak to you. Dive in, feel something, and maybe, just maybe-see love in a new light.

Sometimes it's easy to pretend to be someone else. Someone happy, someone whole, someone fixed, someone flawless... but we all are perfectly flawed, and it's that very same broken part of us we flee from that makes us unique. This is a collection of poetry. This book is the confession of a girl who's happy on the outside, broken on the inside.

What started as an entry to a contest, now comes a series of love letters. This is a collection of letters about love in all aspects, whether between a husband and a wife, a son and mother, etc.

🌸Short Stories Collection~~ A little world of short stories where moods meet quaint replications of love. This little world of stories awaits you to unfold new feelings and memories of the protagonists. Some love, some fights, sometimes hatred maybe.. yeah! So, what do you think? Are you ready for the new sweet blast of someone's life? CAUTIONARY NOTE: → This story may contain some urdu/hindi words and dialogues but you'll get translations. So, not a problem!! → You may get some sad and some happy moments when you connect with the stories. Maybe you'll cry or maybe no.. So, be ready. → If you want smut or kind of things just skip this story or maybe even this account. But, I can make you feel butterflies without the smut. So, the choice is yours. → It will contain different emotions and different moods along with the tropes. Not all the stories will be of love and having a happy ending, some might also have sad endings. That's life!! → Pictures used in the story belong to their respective owners from pinterest but the edits done to it are by the author. TROPES: > GrumpyxSunshine > ProfessorxStudent > QuietxChirpy > ShyxBold > Brother's bestfriendxbestfriend's sister > Forced proximity > Cousins > Classmate > Secret admirer/ One-sided love ACHIEVEMENTS: #1 liveyourlife (13.04.2026) #1 livelovelaugh (13.04.2026) #2 liveyourlife (17.08.2025) #2 livelovelaugh (17.08.2025) #7 ageisjustanumber (15.04.2026) #8 ageisjustanumber (13.04.2026) #9 Urdu (13.04.2026) #12 shortstoriescollection (13.04.2026) #22 loveletters (13.04.2026 #34 Pakistan (13.04.2026) #62 Pakistan (17.08.2025) Enjoy.. ✨🫣 ~Bibi Fathima (mooN_n_Paradise)

People say you never really know which moments are going to become memories. And honestly? If someone had told them that those noisy school corridors, stolen glances, unnecessary arguments, and ridiculous lunchtime conversations would one day become the things they missed the most, they probably would have laughed. Because back then, life was simple. Or at least, it felt simple. There were classrooms they couldn't wait to escape from, teachers they were terrified of, friends who knew far too many secrets, and friendships that somehow survived every fight, every misunderstanding, and every "I'm never talking to you again!" There was chaos. There was laughter. And somewhere between all of that- there was love. Not the kind anyone planned for. It happened accidentally. Somewhere between borrowed notebooks, shared lunches, annoying each other for absolutely no reason, and looking for one person in a room full of people. Two stories began. Two hearts found their way toward each other. And for a while, everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. Until it wasn't. Because sometimes, life doesn't give people dramatic goodbyes. Sometimes there isn't a final hug. No last confession. No promise to stay. Just one ordinary day that you don't realize is the last ordinary day. And then suddenly- the corridors become memories. The classrooms belong to someone else. The laughter becomes something you only hear in your head. And the people you thought would always be there... become strangers with familiar names. Years passed. New cities. New colleges. New people. New lives. But some stories don't end simply because people stop talking. Some feelings don't disappear just because time passes. Let's dive ourselves in the story of 4 hearts connected together in the most chaotic yet lovely way finding themselves through the school corridors to their ending!

Oh lover! (It was a love story, obviously)

"You were born for the land," Taehyung whispered, his thumb gently brushing a tear from Jungkook's cheek as the wind whipped around them. "You belong on a throne, sweetheart. Not out here." Jungkook leaned into his touch, his eyes shining in the moonlight. "I don't want the throne, Taehyung. I choose the sea. I choose you." Taehyung's grip tightened on Jungkook's waist, pulling him so close their breath mingled. "The sea is ruthless. It doesn't know how to keep beautiful things safe. It will drown you." "Then let me drown." *A story of a captive prince who found his freedom in chains and a ruthless captain who found his anchor in the boy he was meant to destroy.*

Everything I think and feel about myself and the world around me. I'm a hypocrite in my own right, but aren't we all. I speak of my beliefs, strengths, and 'weaknesses' My wins and losses Just me wrapped in a sloppy bow My diary.

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.