histórias de Melancholy

He brushed his lips against my jaw, his dark hair falling over his brow. "Open your eyes," he commanded. "Look at me." I followed his orders and looked into the raven-black depths before me. I saw my entranced gaze reflected in his glaring one. "Tell me what you see." I kept on looking at him, searching for something, anything, that remained of the person he used to be. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But his eyes were so dark, so empty . . . "Nothing. I see nothing," I whispered. He smirked, his gaze still on me. He pulled away, leaving me feeling cold. "Exactly. You see nothing - that's because there's nothing there." ** How much can a person change in just three years? Short and full of fiery spirit, Hanna Jordan is a gifted college student who is enrolled in one of the most prestigious culinary programs in the country. She's just returned from three years of study in France and is anxious to reconnect with her longtime friend, Rian Aronhalt. However, when she does finally see him, she's startled to find that he's become an entirely different person. Cold, ill-tempered, and exceptionally attractive, Rian is absolutely nothing like his old self. Worst of all, he claims he doesn't even remember her. Despite their differences, both are haunted by dark memories of the past, which form a poisonous bond between Hanna and Rian that neither can escape from. Can they both heal from the scars time left behind, and find love in the process?

[SEQUEL] Chandralekha Singh - A girl whose life was never the same once she fell in love. It gave her so much happiness which she slaughtered with her own hands. She believes she is never to be forgiven, neither by her family and nor by the man she loved the most, her husband. Vikram Pratap Singh - His only sin..that he fell in love. Irreversibly and irrevocably. Before he could seep into depression, he gets the companionship of someone. But can that someone ever replace the only name that his heart calls? Everyone makes mistakes. But is every mistake justifiable? ------------------------------------------------------- "After all this time? Even after all this distance?" "Especially because of the distance." He took a pause. Coming closer, he whispered out. "Because if the distance didn't exist, there would be no reason to get close to you." I took a large intake of air and there came the moment where I realized that no matter how many years came in between, even if we changed lives, even if we lost our memories, Vikram was my destiny. And I would always come back to him. ------------------------------------------------------- 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓... -𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒑 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉🥀

A VMinKook brotherly FF Three brothers. One twisted fate. And a danger that always finds them first. Survival isn't luck for the Jeons. It's the only thing they have left. This story of the Jeon children is the perfect example of the world trying it's best to tear you apart and how you should never let it change the way you view life. Challenges come and go but at the end of the day, it's you and your people against the world.. If you enjoy stories told with dry humor, eerie adults, unfortunate luck... you'll recognize the flavor its Inspired by dark humor, ironic narration, and the kind of misfortune that follows its heroes everywhere If you are hesitating because you fear a tragedy where everything is lost, do not turn away just yet. While this story is filled with "unfortunate events," do not mistake misfortune for defeat. This is not a "sad ending" story; it is a survival story. It concludes with a sense of contentment found in the ruins-an open-ended new beginning where the brothers find peace even if the world remains a little bit broken. If you value a bond where three brothers refuse to ever leave each other's side, then this is the story for you. They may have lost their fortune, but they kept each other, and in this world, that is the only victory that matters. Inspired from: The Series Of Unfortunate Events My stories are ONLY ON Wattpad and reading off Wattpad is stolen work...

note: WMLA is currently being proofread. second note: the second volume is now available. don't forget to check it out! "Sayori, My Dearest Comet..." ------- Monika thought it was over. She had destroyed her own reality, shattered her world, erased her friends... all to escape a lie that felt too perfect. But now she's back. Aware. Awake. In VM-1 - also known as Doki Doki Literature Club Plus - Monika remembers everything. Every line of corrupted code. Every pain she inflicted. Every illusion of love she once projected onto the only real person she believed existed. She should have been reset. But a glitch brought her back. And this time... something's different. Monika no longer wants to charm. No longer wants to control. She's stuck in a role she doesn't want to play, trapped in a loop of scripted friendship and hollow dialogue. A puppet with self-awareness. So she watches. She stays silent. She smiles-mechanically. But inside, she's fading. Until she looks at her... Finally. And deep within her fractured consciousness, something stirs. Maybe... she still has something left to feel. Maybe... she can still love.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. 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."

Another RL adventure, just like I promised! Because honestly, can we ever get enough of them? But this time, it's a special collection of one-shots-and yes, you can even send in your requests. So dive in, enjoy every twist and turn, and have fun along the way!

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Remy, a blunt, unfiltered and laidback young adult navigating through a new state of independence seeking existential freedom in her walk with the Lord. Coming to terms with the new variables life is throwing at her while also navigating what it means to live life abundantly. Making contentment her true home despite her troubling circumstances. Author's note: ( A personal reflection of my own faith in hopes to inspire others whether you believe in Christ or not, to find joy in being true to yourself! 😆 )

Marina Calder carries the weight of things she cannot name. Memories curl in the corners of her apartment, each one a quiet accusation. Life moves outside, but she remains tethered to the stillness of her own mind, trapped in cycles of love, loss, and unspoken grief. Through flashbacks, fractured relationships, and the pull of the ocean that calls to her, Marina confronts the threads of trauma that have shaped her, wondering if she can ever escape the patterns she thought were hers alone. And when she finally steps beyond the apartment walls, she faces a choice: surrender to the tide of the past, or let it carry her toward something new.

LIPSTICK TASTES LIKE MISERY is a one-page poem-book of dark romance steeped in celestial residue-light after the fall, wings implied by absence, love shaped by gravity rather than salvation. It follows a speaker who stays just long enough to wound and a woman whose presence feels mythic without needing a name. Desire here is intimate and dangerous, charged with erotic proximity and emotional numbness; kisses taste like confession, sex becomes a threshold where devotion turns to consequence. The poem explores withdrawal as mercy, love as a force that injures by staying, and the quiet cruelty of leaving to protect what you cannot heal. Sensual, restrained, and devastating, it treats intimacy as ritual and distance as its own kind of violence.

Amelia Tay and Judah Chong meet three different times. But their relationship has only one ending. A love that grows in poetry, cigarette smoke and quiet gestures cannot always survive the world outside. Amelia and Judah must discover whether love is enough - or if some endings are necessary to truly begin. ['A Ringing Silence' rewritten - inspired by 'the 1' and 'champagne problems'.]

Though I wish I could tell you my writing is about rebirth, or bittersweet diary entries, or even just the feeling when the sun hits life perfectly-I can't. I can't because my writing features what an underdeveloped mind looks like when socially isolated and left to its own devices. My writing shows life through the filter of reality and nothing more.

Short stories that reflect on how a small rural town transitions to become a city "In this place, our troubles are erased. On the rooftops of the skyscrapers, we watch day break. The smog is lifted as sunlight penetrates. There is a moment of stillness before the flow of cars commence. This is our city." Amir, Rita, Grace and Cyprus all went to the same technical college together. Two years later, the four of them receive an anonymous tip that all the high school graduates of their batch are in danger. It is up to them to save their other former schoolmates, all two hundred twenty-one of them. ZenithEdge || MMXXV

Some loves arrive quietly, without promises, without certainty, yet leave marks that last a lifetime. I never planned to fall in love. Not with someone who spoke in silences, who smiled gently, who felt like home before I even knew what home was. Our story didn't begin with dramatic confessions, but with small moments: shared glances, late conversations, and a love that grew slowly, almost unnoticed. But love doesn't always mean staying. As distance crept in and words went unspoken, we learned the hardest truth-that sometimes, loving someone means letting them go. There was no betrayal. No hatred. Only two hearts that cared deeply, yet could not walk the same future together. You Were Beautiful, Even Then is a tender story about loving quietly, losing gently, and remembering without regret. Inspired by the emotional essence of DAY6's "You Were Beautiful", this story is for anyone who has ever looked back at a past love and thought: You didn't stay-but you were beautiful, even then.

"They say they love me. But all I see is the [0/0] staring back showing the lack of it. But it's fine-I lie too. We're even." [Name] is a third-year at Hakuko High. She's Anri Teieri's cousin- and that's the only reason she's been dragged into Blue Lock. She's never played a single match. She's indifferent towards soccer. But she's a legend in E-Football, and worse- She sees patterns like Ego sees monsters under nice clothes. He didn't want her. But one act, and now he won't let her leave. Not when her mind works like a broken mirror. Still reflecting with precision. She was never supposed to belong. So why does it feel like the game is evolving with her? And that love count [0/0]? It's glitching. The broken doll has been seen from within. "What is this tingling sensation?" Some people are born with fate stitched into their skin. Others die and come back for a second chance. She doesn't believe in either. Let's see how this life ends, [Name]. [obsessive BLLK x reader] [inspired by Operation: True Love]

A woman who is known for being flawless, is constantly praised by the people in her community yet constantly feared because of her cold assertiveness, found nothing difficult except for one thing...And that was falling in love. She finds it hard to trust and show companionship because every time she's tried to do any of that, she's been hurt, yet no one knows that. The world sees her as a strong and fierce woman who does not have any problems of her own. But deep down, she's just a girl who yearns to feel something.

"Sometimes, the things we don't talk about become the loudest memories." Ken was once a bright, social kid - until betrayal shattered his world in Class IX. Now in high school, carrying scars no one sees, he meets the one person who might change everything. But how do you rebuild when the past is louder than the present? A slow, emotional journey of healing, memory, and one-sided love - wrapped in the falling colors of autumn. The Autumn Leaf is a bittersweet light novel about growing up, fading friendships, and the weight of unspoken pain.

Just a non english speaker trying to write stuff in english. Words to a hopefully wiser, more mature and happier me. Words To remember the pain and suffering, i've gone through and I have to grow Out to finally find me again. To a self of me that can exist without him.

Struck me with your thunder, and I will glow with your lightning.

Amelia Tay and Judah Chong meet three different times. But their relationship only has one ending. Partly inspired by 'champagne problems' and 'the 1'.