Nohappyending Stories

Ethan Calloway has spent three years perfecting the art of invisibility. By day, he's the background character - the grey smear at the edge of every photograph, the boy nobody notices at Westbrook High. By night, he's WraithInk: the anonymous author behind Hollow Kingdom, a serialized dark fantasy with two million devoted readers. When Marisol Reyes - the most luminous person in his English class - slides into WraithInk's DMs one night, something shifts. She's brilliant and loud and honest in all the ways he isn't. They talk every night. He starts writing for her. He falls, completely and quietly, the way only invisible people can. There's just one problem. She has no idea he exists. She Fell for My Mask is a story about identity, loneliness, the masks we build to survive, and what happens when someone finally looks underneath - and still can't stay. ⚠️ This story does not have a happy ending. Read only if you're ready for something that will stay with you.

A story about a girl whose friends die and she slowly loses her sanity instead of healing. (May contain suicide and Hallucinations and or worse)

I woke up in a strange room one minute I was talking with annabeth the next I was waking up on Olympus. gods don't tell me somethings happend. wait- why am I in yellow? follow persy as he starts forgetting himself.

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Once, the four civilizations lived in peace. Leon. Yule. Yuna. Liz. Then the Dark King rose. He overthrew the rulers and reduced every heir to nothing. They became peasants forced into a cruel game: Ten Rounds. Lose once - you die.

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠-a girl whom isn't ordinary, for her occupation was to exorcise the existing supernaturals out of the world. Although, there is one person that she hated the most-and it's no other than her ex childhood best friend, 𝙆𝙖𝙮𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙚𝙚 𝙂𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙣. Their hatred for each other was mutual, and it only intensified later on the story. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ➤"𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄!" ✯ This story contains sensitive topics that'll soon be clarified. ➤"𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐘 - 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐓" ✰ 彡 Enjoy your stay-this story will make you feel like a rollercoaster 彡

So I wrote this when I was in 7th grade and just now found it, so why not publish it! It is possible that I will add more, but highly unlikely. Also this is completely unedited. Charlie Smith is your typical everyday high schooler. He is always late to class and sometimes is asleep. He is one of the best soccer players on the team. He is a senior with average grade. He could have any girl he wants. Charlie Smith lives alone and struggles to hold down a few jobs. His mom was an alcoholic, and social services took him to an orphanage when he was about 6. He ran away from that orphanage when he was 12. Charlie Smith is questioning everything he knows about himself. But did he even really know himself in the first place? Warnings: - Boy x Boy - Alcoholism - Smut - Underage Drinking - SH - (slight) Abuse - Child Neglect - Use of Drugs - (slight) Homophobia - bad writing If you don't feel comfortable with any of these things, then don't read.

HOLD THE LINE A Raccoon City Story Raccoon City didn't fall in a single night. It died street by street. As the outbreak spreads, ordinary police officers and civilians make their last stand across the city - holding barricades, counting ammunition, and slowly realizing the dead are no longer staying dead. From the doomed defense of Archer Street, to the collapse of the final barricade near the R.P.D., and the siege within the station itself, Hold the Line follows the moments that history forgot - ending just before a lone officer arrives to find the station already lost. A dark, canon-respecting side story set during the fall of Raccoon City. No heroes. No miracles. Just survival... until it runs out.

"The skies were the clearest I'd ever seen them, the first time I saw a person die. As far as I remember, the world has always seemed more vivid whenever something terrible occurred. I used to think it was some kind of terrible irony; that the world just had to try to balance out that overpowering, lingering presence of blood: the one that never went away anyway. But now I think it is more simple. I always recall the pretty things those days, because I tried so hard to focus on them instead of the main event. I guess I was just too much of a coward to face the truth. I always remember everything more clearly, because those times that scared me deepest, are also the times that I can never forget. Some people say that when you've been exposed to the worst of things so many times, you become desensitised, and it no longer affects you so much. However, I still see the same pain in my siblings' eyes, when they try to hide the horror behind yet another white lie. I guess they think keeping me in the dark is a sanctuary, and I'll keep up the act of ignorance as long as it eases their minds. But the impact of these things never really goes away. After all, pain will always remain painful, just as fear will never stop making me afraid. To be honest, I don't think I'll ever get used to sadness. And I'll certainly never get used to death..." -Kairan . . . (This will actually be predominantly in 3rd person, just 1st for thoughts.) Warning: This story may include violent themes and both physical and psychological suffering/pain. I am not originally going to rate this piece as "mature" because I am a child myself, and am also uncertain towards it's status. Please warn me if you think I should rate it as mature.

you: an enemy, acquaintance, friend of a friend... but i always knew you better than them. they laughed at your jokes and thought you were cute; why did it take me so long to realize they knew the truth?

The idea of soulmates is a comforting one - intertwined fate, two people meant for each other in a divine way. They say that belief is a powerful tool - but is it strong enough to shape the reality?

When a fan gets transported into her favorite gacha game Love and Deepspace, she didn't expect to find herself to be reincarnated as a no face NPC. How will she navigate through the story, knowing the life of MC and the Male Leads?

One leaned into the other, becoming entirely dependent. Bodies etched closer as they stopped breathing, trying to become one. Houses hand full of desperateness clawed into Wilson's back, entirely natural as breathing and nobody moved an inch. They finally parted and Wilson took a breath and stepped back a little. "I shouldn't have- I'm not a-" this is crappy and shit but I'm 14 guys don't hate me 🥹

A city begins to bleed in patterns no one understands. As a masked killer hunts with precision and purpose, Detective Siddharth is pulled into a case that feels uncomfortably personal. Every clue points back to a place meant to heal, not harm-a psychiatric hospital filled with secrets, silences, and buried truths. When Ananya, a woman from his past, re-enters his life, old wounds resurface and loyalties blur. With time running out and trust wearing thin, the investigation turns into a psychological game where nothing is as it seems-and justice may not look the way it's supposed to.

Catherine has learned how to stay. Heathcliff only knows how to leave. In a city that confuses security with happiness, a closeness connects them that cannot be explained and defies all reason. When Catherine is faced with a choice, she does not decide for what is right, but for what is real-and leaves a life that works for one that hurts. A modern, urban reinterpretation of *Wuthering Heights* about restlessness, irrational love, and the courage to leave everything behind before losing oneself.

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 translates to "𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞". It serves as a reminder to make the most of every moment, not to become so preoccupied with the awareness of mortality (memento mori) that one forgets to truly live. It encourages a life of purpose, passion, meaningful relationships, and appreciation for both thrilling and mundane experiences. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, Coral Rose Cain-District Four's youngest victor-carries her laughter, charm, and deadly skill like armor. Under Finnick Odair's watchful mentorship, she learns to survive a world that prizes spectacle over life. Together, they navigate the Capitol's glittering dangers, steal moments of joy, and discover a love as fierce and fragile as the ocean itself. But even the brightest light cannot escape the shadows that follow.

It's 5am. They're still awake. A nameless Espeon lies alone in their bed, trapped in their own thoughts, watching another wasted day slip quietly into the next.

Two kingdoms built on hatred. Two young hearts that should have stayed strangers. A love doomed from the moment it began. An inexperienced King carries the weight of a war that is tearing his kingdom apart. A Princess, overlooked and misunderstood by her own family, searches for a place where her heart is finally seen. When their paths cross in the cold breath of autumn, a forbidden love sparks-dangerous, fragile, and destined to ruin them both. While intrigues spread through the land, hidden hands pull the strings of their fate. And as war tightens its grip, they must fight against a destiny that was never on their side. Some loves are strong enough to burn kingdoms down. And yet too fragile to survive the world.

Larry Johnson and Travis Phelps love each other but have a very toxic - and complicated - relationship. it isn't until they've broken up for the 5th time that Travis messages Larry with some bad news; he's dying. There's a heart disease that exists in this AU, where the heart strings snap the more the victim gets heartbroken. the only thing that could slow the death is if the heartbreak is reversed and the lovers get back together, but there's no cure other than that... yet?

Some loves are gentle. This one was not. Ram loved Priya with a kind of intensity that didn't know restraint-only fear, possession, and devotion that crossed the line between love and obsession. Priya loved him too, but loving him meant slowly disappearing inside his need. So she left. Not because she stopped loving him, but because staying meant losing herself. A year later, they meet again-changed, controlled, still aching in places time never touched. What follows is not a reunion, but a reckoning... and a final moment where love proves it was never wrong-just too powerful to survive. Aawara Angaara is a slow-burn tragic romance about obsession, separation, regret, and a love that burns brightest at the moment it destroys everything.