Lovebombing Stories

My words are not facts but a telling of what I have experienced. I am in no way a professional. Sometimes you write stuff down to figure it out and you never know what comes out of it. This is JUST a speculation of why I think things go the way they do, but who knows I may be wrong...

Sometimes, the hardest lessons are the ones we never wanted to learn. I gave my heart to someone who knew exactly how to take it, use it, and leave it empty. I believed in words that sounded beautiful, in promises that felt real, and in a love that was never what it seemed. This is not a story about revenge. It's a story about awakening. About learning to read between the lies. About realizing that sometimes, we don't fall in love with a person but with an illusion. And about finding the strength to move on, hoping life will never bring the same pain twice.

A fairy-tale style memoir about lovebombing, emotional manipulation, and trauma bonding.

She didn't know his name - just his reputation. But a shared song turned into weekly hangouts, then late-night calls, playlists, and quiet feelings neither of them could name. Told in raw first person, If You Were Still Listening captures the slow fall into something real, the fear of ruining it, and the ache of almost-love.

This is my way of getting my feelings out for my ex.

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"You try. They notice... sometimes. You hope. They leave... always. Being known doesn't mean being valued, and hope hurts more than silence." Here's the Question, will you Escape? Break? The Answer? Propably None of the Above Atleast you have your bestfriend: "Delusional False Hope Saviour"

Storia di una Sopravvissuta all'abuso narcisistico. "Io piango per Narciso, ma non mi ero mai accorto che fosse bello. Piango per Narciso perché, tutte le volte che lui si sdraiava sulle mie sponde, io potevo vedere riflessa nel fondo dei suoi occhi la mia bellezza." L'alchimista

Twila Monroe is well-liked among everyone who knows her. She's smart, funny, kind-hearted and most would call her pretty adorable. She's well-known yet not quite popular in her school and prefers to keep to herself in social settings. Her heart-throb of a boyfriend, Dion, is head over heels for her and would do absolutely anything to make her happy. She lives in the suburbs with her mom and sister, she has a perfect boyfriend and a happy life. Big events soon occur though, she gains an odd obsession with an outsider, an unknown person introduces themself back in her life, and her life takes a turn. For the worst? Or are the imperfect things in her life making her the happiest that she's ever been? What will these twists do for her and why would they make her life better? She's free now. *contains mature details- including sexual advances, language, and addicton etc.* ENJOYY!! <33

I wrote this after a month of dating my ex. Now it's just a letter that no-one will read.

I crafted this novelization in poetic form in order to exude the sentimental tragedy concerning the abuse of power dynamics in a rule-breaking relationship. This style encompasses all seven types of literary conflicts, through implication, exclusion, and both verbal and nonverbal communication. Do laws legislate morality, dictate it, guide it, codify it, or abide by the code of ethics that exists within every social contract? After the self-destruction of an unbalanced relationship, the young adult heroine wants to repair her gas-lit mind with academics. She thought that she could trust her teacher. Did he misguide her? What does he want from her? Why her? *This poetry book is completed. Please read the narrative poems in chronological order.*

Processing my anger

"Falling for a Facade: My Story of Loving a Narcissist" I met him when I least expected it - charming, confident, everything I thought I needed. Our connection was instant, like something out of a movie. I fell hard, thinking I'd found my person. But slowly, the cracks began to show. Behind the compliments were control tactics. Behind the sweet texts were silent treatments. I lost myself trying to love someone who only truly loved himself. This is the story of how I mistook manipulation for love - and how I found my way back to me.

I like him. Maybe more than I should. But after everything I've survived, after everything my ex put me through... is it even a good idea to start something new? And with someone like him?" Ashley never expected to meet someone like Nicholas-a handsome, charming British stranger working in a small Jamaican store. His accent is intoxicating, his touch disarming, and his attention feels like the start of something real. But behind the warm hugs, late-night calls, and stolen kisses, she can't ignore the nagging voice in her head: Is this too good to be true? Rankings: #01 in loveorlies #03 in lovebombing #04 in messy relationships

The story of Mona Grace's love and relationship tells us about the young love and basics of relationship , toxic loop, emotional adjustment and growth and the evolution of healthy, balanced relationships .

Love, pain, obsession. Repeat.

This is the story of a man who falls in love with a woman named Elena. After a brief and intense relationship, they suddenly break up. She love-bombed him after expressing uncertainty about her feelings, leaving him completely confused. Several months after the breakup, he finally decided to confide in a friend. He is a very reserved man who rarely discusses himself or his emotions; however, he describes his experience in detail, explaining how he felt, what she did, and how she made him fall in love with her. He delves into introspection and memories to vent his feelings. While the man is a university student, Elena is trying to gain admission there. Both characters are 18 years old, which means they face similar challenges related to life, love, and insecurities. Throughout this story, the man recalls every moment he shared with Elena for reflection and understanding. He also uses music, anecdotes, and metaphors in his narrative because he struggles to comprehend his own emotions.

She promised herself never to fall again-not after the cracks her family left behind and the walls she built to protect her heart. Love was messy, dangerous, and definitely not in her plan. But then came the senior who showered her with attention, making her believe she was seen at last... until she realized she was only chasing an illusion. Just when she thought she was done with love forever, an unexpected presence stepped quietly into her life-a high school senior who had been watching from afar, who reached out not with promises but with comfort. Slowly, her carefully written plan began to blur, and she was forced to face the one thing she feared most: that sometimes, love finds you when you least want it... and when you need it the most.

Karma has always find ways to make us regret But here it was more than just regret