Modernromance Stories

Astral and Nova two vastly different looking black twins who lives in the orphanage. Being raised by an Italian woman. They lost their cultural roots and never seem to fit in nowhere. With their best friend Allonson. All of them get accepted into this elite private school where all the rich kids happen to be. Natalia West a Russian girl who inspires to be a Model. With a background in wealth and royalty. Her parents being one of the main figure's families in the MMA world. Her mother and her grandmothers being Ms. Universe. All she dreams of is having the perfect high school life. With her best friends and her MMA prodigy boyfriend Derek. By a twist of fate. Astral and Nova is placed in class A with a majority of rich kids. Already disrupting the social hierarchy. Will Natalia and the rest of the school accept Astral and Nova; Or will Nova and Astral have to fight to stay?

He was a cage of neon and numbers. She was the anchor keeping him from drifting into the dark." ​Miles Moretti is one of the biggest content creators on the planet. To millions, he has it all: fame, luxury, and a life lived under the constant glow of studio lights in Shanghai. But behind the camera, Miles is a lone wolf drowning in burnout, bitter memories of a shattered marriage, and the quiet ache of missing his two young boys. ​Iffy doesn't care about the fame. An INTJ with an uncompromising eye for order and a razor-sharp wit, she prefers running her quiet café in the US and keeping the chaos of Miles's official Discord server under strict control. Their communication is rare-a crisp professional request here, a dry, sarcastic jab there in the DMs. They exist in completely different orbits, divided by oceans and time zones. ​Until Iffy packs her bags for an impromptu trip to Asia. ​Without a word of warning, she drops a single photo into the general chat from a rainy alleyway in Shanghai-barely two blocks away from his studio. ​When the most famous creator on the internet realizes his elusive, unbothered moderator has just entered his city, the digital walls crumble. And in a megalopolis built on artificial light, two worlds are about to collide in the most unexpected way. ​A slow-burn, melancholic romance about exhaustion, hidden vulnerabilities, and the quiet spaces between the screens.

| A Breakup is the second worst thing that can happen to someone. The first will always be almost catching the local train | To all my 𝐀𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐬 and 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐬 , I hope you realise you are more than the image you've painted of yourself in the eyes of the world. It's okay to break the character once in a while. Love ❤ Tropes : Friends to lovers Found family Self discovery Mutual pining Only daughter X elder son Not quite opposites, just mirror images of each other

Derek Winston might be the most eligible bachelor to walk the face of this earth, but to Ariadne Hale, he's the most prideful, demanding, and insufferable employer that she's ever had to work for! Sure, he's handsome... rich, too... not to mention, he's the CEO to a billion-dollar company... and single... but in reality, none of this matters to Ariadne. Instead, she'd be grateful to have just a little less stacks of paper on her desk, no more midnight calls or emails, a vacation for once, and some recognition for her dedication and hard work by Derek, himself. And on one starry night, Ariadne makes a wish. Now, whatever she says, he can't help but to follow her lead! In the end, her wish might actually be his curse...

"The home we found" Series Book 1 Some people enter your life loudly. Vivaan didn't. He arrived unexpectedly , stayed through every wall Arya built, and loved her through every reason she gave him not to. But when you've spent all your life watching people leaving you behind then believing someone will stay ,can feel impossible. He Falls First • She Falls Harder • Slow Burn • He Yearns • Reserved FMC × Emotionally Mature MMC • Strangers to Lovers • Emotional Healing • Safe Love • Mutual Pining

[ongoing work] When a marriage proposal brings Raghav and Nainika together, neither expects a simple meeting to turn into something more. But with every conversation, a strange sense of familiarity begins to grow.

A few months after a field trip brought them together, Kalyani never expected to find Ren waiting in her tuition class every day. Between physics lessons, after-class conversations, and countless ordinary moments, an unexpected friendship slowly turns into something more. ──── ♡ the diaryverse # 3

အတိတ်က စိတ်ဒဏ်ရာတွေနဲ့ ကိုယ့်ကမ္ဘာလေးထဲမှာပဲ တိတ်ဆိတ်စွာ နေထိုင်တတ်တဲ့ Florist မလေး ။ ​တစ်နေ့မှာတော့ သူမရဲ့ အိမ်နီးချင်းအဖြစ် ဩဇာကြီးမားတဲ့ လူငယ်လုပ်ငန်းရှင် ရောက်ရှိလာခဲ့တယ်။ သူတို့ လုံးဝ မသိကျွမ်းဖူးပေမဲ့သူမရဲ့ နာမည်အလယ်လုံး "မီ" ဆိုတာကို နှုတ်ခမ်းဖျားကနေ တယုတယ အမြဲ ခေါ်ဆိုတတ်ပြီး၊ မီ့ အနီးနားကို ခြေလှမ်းသာသာလေးနဲ့ တမင် တိုးဝင်လာခဲ့တာပါ။ ​မရီးဖြစ်သူရဲ့ အနိုင်ကျင့် အမွေတောင်းဆိုမှုတွေကြားမှာလည်း နောက်ကွယ်ကနေ အကာအကွယ် ပေးလာခဲ့တဲ့အခါ...။ ​ဒီလို တမင်တကာ နီးစပ်အောင် စီစဉ်ခဲ့မှုတွေနဲ့ နှုတ်ခမ်းဖျားက ခေါ်ဆိုသံတွေရဲ့ နောက်ကွယ်မှာ ဘယ်လို လျှို့ဝှက်ချက်နဲ့ မေတ္တာတရားတွေ ကိန်းဝပ်နေမလဲဆိုတာ...။

𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 - heir to South Korea's presidential empire. •Born in gold. Trapped in duty. Planning his escape.• A contract marriage. A calculated exit. A silent rebellion. She is independent, unyielding, untouchable - a woman who bows to no one. Pride like steel. Words like blades. No space for authority. ♥ Collision happens. ♥ 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 ~ flawless couple, royal grace, picture-perfect harmony. 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 ~They don't talk - they argue. They don't understand - they challenge. They don't care - they hit. °°° Ɱìɾɾօɾ օƒ ҽąçհ օէհҽɾ °°° Same fire. Same pride. Same refusal to lose. He wants freedom from his royal cage. She refuses to be controlled, owned, or broken. A contract built for convenience... but living under one roof becomes a battlefield. ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️ ©𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠🔞 ••This story is my ORGINAL work. DO NOT🚫 copy, repost, publish, translate, or adapt any part of it on any platform without my explicit permission. Any unauthorized use is strictly prohibited.•• Warning:⚠️ Be mindful of your words.

They lost each other once. Finding their way back changed everything. Jamie Steele was eighteen when he fell into a messy, intoxicating situationship with Nathaniel Vanguard - brilliant, older, emotionally guarded, and unwilling to define what they were. For almost a year, they burned hot and crashed hard, until walking away became the only way Jamie could survive. Two years later, Jamie is twenty-one, in college, and chasing his dream of becoming a graphic illustrator - only to land an internship at Vanguard Graphic. Run by Nathaniel Vanguard. Now thirty, Nathaniel has built an empire on control, ambition, and never letting love complicate his life. Seeing Jamie again - confident, talented, and very much not over him - unravels everything he thought he'd buried. Forced into close proximity, Jamie and Nathaniel navigate unresolved feelings, workplace boundaries, and a pull neither of them can deny. From late nights at the office to creative competitions, international travel, and quiet moments that feel dangerously like home, they must decide if love deserves a second chance - or if timing has already done too much damage. The Long Way Home is a slow-burn, second-chance MM romance about growth, healing, ambition, and choosing love again-not because it's easy, but because it's real. ✨ Second chance · Exes · Slow burn · Workplace romance · Age gap · Found home ✨ ✔ Fully written | Updates Tues, Fri & Sun at 19:00 CEST 🖤 Ranked #1 in ceoxintern Ranked #1 in gayromance

"𝕬 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊." Some wounds never heal. Some love is never forgotten. And some families... break their own blood. Yuvraj Rajvansh was once the most beloved youngest son of the powerful Rajvansh family. Born into wealth, privilege, and a grand mansion in Mumbai, he should have had everything a child could wish for. But fate had other plans. One accident. One hidden truth. And one illegitimate child brought into the family. That was all it took for Yuvraj's world to shatter. Ignored, replaced, and slowly erased from the very family that once adored him, the little boy who only wanted love was sent away - abandoned emotionally by those who were supposed to protect him. But broken children don't always remain broken. Fifteen years later, Yuvraj Rajvansh returns. Not as the forgotten son. But as a man the world worships. A man with power. A man with secrets. And a heart, that no longer remembers how to trust. But fate always have different plans for everyone. He is now stuck between two girls, that stood before him as a challenge. A girl, who once wiped his tears, now want to claim him as her possession. Another girl, who feels like a light in his world, where he only sees darkness. And a love, that may not be love at all. In a world of power, obsession, and tangled emotions, one question remains - When the past, the present, and the heart collide, who will have the most chances of winning? ✿ ~ ✯ ~ ✿ Thankyou for giving this story a chance!

Bhaavi is running out of time-or at least that's what the society and her family tells her. Over 30 and not married. Not even close. Not the conventional beauty with petite figure and perfect face, which unfortunately the marriage market demands, she sets out to lose extra kilos and get the skin treatments which the beauty influencers are raving about. Just one glitch. On her first day of gym she encounters her college bully, Vihaan Mehta. Devastatingly handsome and equally cruel, Vihaan never left a chance to torment Bhaavi, making her college life a living hell. Now 8 years later, he still can't seem to leave her alone. *** Excerpt- 11 years ago... "Better start switching those samosas with salad, or your father will have a hard time finding you a husband," he adds and another round of laughter echoes around me as if he said the funniest thing ever. My eyes water but I rather be dead than let this bastard know his words affect me. I blink my eyes to keep the tears at bay and take in a long breath. ---- Now... "It's been so long, isn't it Berry?" He says to me. I hate that freaking nickname. "Eight years," I mutter unconsciously. "Eight long years without seeing you," he states like he was deprived of his right. The way his hooded eyes regard me makes my heart jump, taking me back to college days.

Part 1 of a 2 part series

After a few years, three distant childhood friends will meet again at a local fundraiser in their town. All of them had a crush on the other, but none pursued them due to the fear of losing a friend. Will this meeting be just a friendly reunion, or will this meeting ignite suppressed feelings that each of the girls seems to believe they don't have for each other? Find out now by reading -𝔸.𝕋.ℙ.

Yuna's life looks perfect on camera. A calm home. A loving family. A daughter everyone admires. Millions watch her smile like its real. _________________________________________________________________________________ Minho's life is everything hers isn't. Late nights. Fluorescent lights. A convenience store that never closes. No one is watching him. _________________________________________________________________________________ They were never meant to meet outside of school. But somehow, she keeps showing up where nobody is filming. And he keeps noticing the things she tries to hide. _________________________________________________________________________________ Because the truth is:- Some live look perfect from the outside. And some people only feel real. behind the scenes. (I'M NOT SHIPPING ANYONE. I JUST PUT PICTURES I LIKE.)

"Stop crying. It's disgusting" This one sentence made her to develop inability to cry for ten years. When she met them again she doesn't feel anything towards them. ....................... They thought she betrayed them. But when they came to know the truth after ten years she looked like a lifeless doll. ........................ Can they mend their relationship once again? Is it possible to love bloom with him and her? Can he make her to fall in love with him instead of the other guy?

All three brides bent down and touched their respective husbands' feet. But the moment they straightened up- Shubham, Ayush, and Anshuman immediately bent down without wasting even a second and touched their wives' feet. "What are you doing?" "A husband doesn't touch his wife's feet!" Shubham and Anshuman's bua said, clearly shocked. The three men stood up. "Why, Bua ji? Why can't we touch their feet?" Shubham asked, looking at his bua with genuine curiosity. "Because a husband is considered higher in status, Shubham." "And women are considered the Lakshmi of the house, right? Bua ji?" Anshuman asked, looking at the elders. "Yes, but-" "But if you consider them goddesses, then give them the status of goddesses too." Anshuman cut her off. "But Anshuman-" "Bua, our ideals have always placed women above themselves. If they could consider their wives worthy of that respect, then who are we to place women below us?" He spoke calmly. There was no arrogance in his voice. He wasn't trying to prove himself superior. He was simply stating what he believed. "And in a husband-wife relationship, both are equals. If she can touch our feet, then why can't we touch hers?" Shubham said it so normally, as if he were stating a simple fact. And IT IS a fact. --- 'A Story of Six Crack Heads.' Unlimited chaos. Unfiltered bakchodi. Brutal roasting. And a friendship loud enough to wake an entire city. They can't survive a day without annoying each other.They can't survive without each other either. From the outside, they're just six idiots creating disasters wherever they go. But appearances lie. Because behind every laugh hides a secret. Behind every joke is a truth no one dares to speak. Some wounds were buried for a reason. And if those secrets ever find their way into the light... No one-not even they-will be ready for what follows. Welcome to the 'Meet-up of Crack Heads'. Where chaos is guaranteed. And nothing is as funny as it first seems. ----

this is a bl adaptation of Please Feel At Ease, Mr. Ling

Miami had glittered beneath endless heat, neon skies, and restless water, creating a world where beauty often concealed what people were afraid to reveal. From the outside, everything had looked effortless-luxury, success, friendship, desire, and lives polished enough to belong beneath the brightest lights. Up close, nothing had been quite so simple. The city had brought together people carrying different histories, different expectations, and different ideas of what love was supposed to mean. Some connections had felt familiar. Others had felt impossible to ignore. Trust had remained fragile, memories had refused to stay buried, and silence had often spoken louder than anything said aloud. Days had shimmered across the water while nights had transformed the city into something darker, louder, and impossible to resist. Behind glass towers, along crowded streets, beneath neon reflections, and beyond the shoreline, emotions had existed without easy names. Love had never arrived untouched. It had carried history, longing, uncertainty, and the weight of everything people had been before they found one another. In a city that had made everything look beautiful, even the complicated parts had seemed impossible to hide forever. Miami had promised freedom, but freedom had never meant that people could escape themselves. It had only meant they were free to choose what came next. ----- ©️ RelleLebby // R. L.

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