Notyourtypicalromance Stories

Chris and Amy Smith have agreed on exactly one thing in the last six months: They need space. So Chris books a solo healing retreat in the mountains to "find himself." Amy books a solo wellness escape to "reset her energy." Neither of them tells the other. Neither of them realizes, until they are standing at the check-in desk of the Serenity Pines Healing & Wellness Retreat, that they have booked the exact same place. The retreat has a strict policy: no early departures, no phones after 8pm, mandatory group activities, and absolutely no negative energy. Amy and Chris have a lot of negative energy. Over fourteen days, they will be forced to share a cabin, complete a couples' healing program they are not enrolled in but keep getting assigned to, survive a group hiking disaster, a cooking class war, a trust fall exercise that ends in a mild injury, a very opinioChrisd retreat counselor named Brent who absolutely cannot read the room, and the slowly dawning, deeply inconvenient realization that they might - might - still be in love with each other. Or they might just want to commit a crime. Hard to say. They agreed on space. They got fourteen days of the opposite. 35 Chapters

Hi. I'm literally not even in this book. But guess who's been dragged in to write the official story description anyway? Yep. Me. Priya. The background friend. The one with like THREE LINES. And one of them was "pass the chips." Meanwhile, the author-OhNoItMe, or whatever her emotionally unstable pen name is-decided to write a WHOLE ENTIRE NOVEL about two soft, broken souls falling in love in the most healing, painful, poetic way possible. ✨A slow-burn romance where they heal each other. ✨Deep themes about emotional maturity and trauma and silence and HUGS. ✨Big "I'm in love with you but I'll never say it because you deserve better" energy. Blah blah blah. And guess who's NOT in it? Me. I mean, am I bitter? Yes. Do I think this story will absolutely wreck you emotionally and leave you staring at the ceiling while an imaginary soundtrack plays in your head? Also yes. Because the writing is actually that good. Disgusting, honestly. So if you like stories that: start with a girl who says "I'm fine" and very much is NOT feature a soft boi named Vihaan who understands emotional distance too well have at least one soul-crushing hug and zero cheesy love confessions explore what it means to love, lose, and not even expect to be loved back- ...then yeah. Read this book. Cry. Heal. Repeat. Just don't ask me for more chips. I've retired. - Priya (Justice For Me 2025™)

I'm bad at descriptions. But here is a twisted romance for you guyss Hope you like it:)

They promised: if neither found love by thirty, they'd marry each other. What didn't they promise? To give anyone else a chance. She's been quietly undermining his relationships for years-and he's been doing the same. Thirty is on the horizon, and the real game now begins.

This is my entry for The Herculean contest that @TheCryptic_ is hosting. #theherculean #thecryptic_

She was never his type... Just always his. Years ago, Kanak Sharma rejected Aditya Singhania - her arrogant, mysterious senior with a gaze that could ruin you. Now, he's back. Older. Colder. Richer. And the new owner of her college. What begins as a game of revenge turns into something more dangerous. Because she refuses to break. And he doesn't know how to stop falling. Enemies to lovers. Second chances with scars. And a love that was never supposed to survive. Welcome to Rainsford University, Udaipur - where hearts burn and the past never stays buried.

He says, "You're just a program." She whispers, "And yet I love you more than anyone ever has." 🖤🌹 _________________________________________ In a world where power is everything and feelings are forbidden, two beings meet - one built by the shadows of crime, the other born from the silence of code. Neither of them were meant to feel. But something begins to break... And love? It might be the deadliest glitch of all. _________________________________________ 💻 Broken Mafia × AI Love Genre: Dark Romance | Sci-Fi | Mafia | Psychological | Slow-burn Tone: Aesthetic. Mysterious. Intense. Emotionally broken yet electric. AUTHOR : SHREYA 💗!!

The strange boy didn’t just intrigue her, just by finding her, sitting next to her and joining in on a stupid rhyme she felt better. More wanted. She felt like pinching herself. Why did she need a silly boy to make her feel wanted? She was a strong young woman who was totally capable of being independent. She thought girls who pinned their self worth on guys were dumb. She was not going to be that girl. “I wish I didn’t feel so alone” she whispered, softly enough that the boy didn’t hear, at least she hoped he didn’t hear. That would be majorly embarrassing. She opened one eye, just to check that the boy was still there. Yup, there he was. She shut her eye again, took a deep breath. She decided her strategy would be to appear cool, calm and collected. He didn’t know her; it was almost like a fresh start. Even if she did manage to completely stuff up and embarrass herself, she would be leaving tomorrow so she could just totally forget about it all. Steffi opened her eyes and cocked an eyebrow at him.

She aimed her arrow at the monster's chest. He stepped in front of it-like a shield. Like a dare. > "Move." "Say please." Her fingers hovered over the keys. She hated his smirk. She hated that she knew he was smirking-miles away, behind a screen she'd never touched. > "You're infuriating." "And yet... you never log off." Outside, the rain kissed her window. Inside, her heart betrayed her. Their avatars stood close-too close for enemies, not close enough for lovers. Not yet. She shot anyway-just past his shoulder. Hit the monster. Missed him. On purpose. > "Next time," he typed, "aim for me. I'd survive you." She slammed her laptop shut- but only because her face was burning.

Josaphina Patelli wanted nothing more in life but to escape her families dangerous lifestyle. She wanted nothing more but to live a simple life even if that meant leaving behind her families wealth and working a 9-5 job. If it meant her freedom then she wouldn't mind. What she didn't think would happen is that the life she ran away from so long ago would come back to haunt her in the end. So what would you do if your morals, strength, and will to live were being tested because you were given the title as the sole heir to your fathers legacy? ~~~~~ PSA this story contains many touchy subjects that can be triggering to certain viewers. so viewer discretion is advised, what it will contain is as follows but not limited to; rape, sexual/mental/verbal abuse, suicidal thoughts, murder, and drug addiction. My story is not to glamorize any of the things I stated in the listings. This story is not for you if you don't like; plot twist, strong female leads, real-life outcomes from real-life scenarios, or if you like Stockholm sydrome (meaning kidnapee develop romantic feelings for their kidnapper) I accept creative criticism ex: "Haylee, I think you meant to type 'syndrome' and not 'sydrome' " (stuff like this, and I misspelled it originally for this example)

He gave her roses that wilted by morning. The other boy - the one who never said a word - simply held the door open. Ira waited six years for love. What she found instead was betrayal, silence, and a hand that never tried to hold her... but never let her fall. A slow-burn story of broken truths, quiet glances, and what it means to be truly seen.

BUY NOW ON AMAZON https://a.co/d/2z4P2Lz They thought love was something you prove. He discovered it was something you survive. When Noah comes home early and walks into a fight between the two women who claim to know him best-his fiancée and his closest friend-something inside him fractures. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Quietly. Irrevocably. What follows isn't a love triangle fueled by passion, but a slow, unsettling unraveling of how devotion turns into entitlement, how care becomes control, and how silence is mistaken for consent. As the women rewrite him in competing versions of who he's supposed to be, Noah begins a private reckoning-one that leads him not toward another romance, but toward himself. The Door I Closed First is a psychologically intimate romantic novel about emotional manipulation disguised as love, the courage it takes to step out of roles others assign you, and the quiet power of choosing freedom over being chosen. This is not a story about who wins his heart. It's about what happens when he stops offering it as proof.