Overthinker Stories

They were her sentinels, her saviors, the reason that she refuses to let her past consume her. 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

❧Arrange Marriage Love Story❧ Vaishali Mohite, 25 years old, A girl who believes no one could fall in love with her because she is ugly and ordinary. Ravish Patil, 30 years old, A guy who waited his whole life to fall in love with his wife because he didn't believe that relationships before marriage could work. In a world where love is often fleeting, can they find a lasting connection within the bonds of tradition? ❦❧❦❧❦ Troupes Arrange Marriage Age Gap Slow Burn Romance Professor X Engineer He fell first; she fell harder. ❦❧❦❧❦ The story and plot is pretty simple with little to no drama. The story will contain three Pov's - Ravish, Vaishali and Author. Do give this story a try. At least read 10 to 15 chapters to form an opinion about the story. ❦❧❦❧❦ Started ~ 24th July 2025 Ended ~ 1st November 2025

"Stay right here," he instructed, and without another word, rushed inside. Avni stood at the entrance, confused but smiling faintly as she watched him hurry about. There was a boyish charm in his expressions, in the way he moved-eager, sincere, a little frantic. He looks so cute, she thought, her heart fluttering. Within seconds, Avyansh returned, carrying a pot filled with rice and a plate with a red liquid- kumkum. "Just two more minutes," he said quickly, and disappeared into the villa once again. Avni waited, her curiosity growing by the second. Soon, he returned, this time with an aarti thali. A small diya flickered on the plate, casting a warm glow across his face. He circled the plate in front of her, performing the aarti, then gently applied vermilion on her forehead. A soft sprinkle of rice followed. "That's your first time entering our villa," he said with a smile. "So your welcome is a must." Avni stared at him, wide-eyed and moved. "Now," he continued, "gently kick this pot with your right foot." She gave a small nod, smiling shyly as she nudged the pot forward with her foot. "Next, place your feet in the kumkum," Avyansh instructed. Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face turned a deep red. She did as told, her delicate feet now stained with the auspicious red. Then, to her surprise, Avyansh knelt down and placed his white t-shirt on the floor in front of her. He held out his hand. "Now leave your footprints here, on this." "But... Avyansh ji-" Avni hesitated, touched and overwhelmed. He looked up at her with eyes full of reverence. "You know, Mumma always said a wife is like Goddess Lakshmi. But to me, you're not just Lakshmi-you're my universe, my everything... my God."

> Yaan meets Jungkook at a family function. Just a simple hello, a casual introduction- But something about him stays. A soft, slow-burn love story that begins without warning. Not strangers. Not lovers. Just something in between. Until fate decides the rest. Yaan thought marriage would be the start of love, laughter, and new beginnings. And it was... sometimes. But under one roof also comes new rules, new bonds, and the constant tug of expectations. Her husband - loving, yet caught in between. Her mother-in-law - caring, but not always easy to please. And Yaan - learning to balance love, respect, and her own identity. This isn't a story of villains. It's about the little sacrifices, quiet moments, and the slow courage of a woman who discovers that marriage isn't the end of her story... it's the beginning of another. ---

"This is not a love story. This is a story of love-unspoken, unseen, and unforgettable. A diary filled with late-night thoughts, unspoken confessions, and a heart that kept loving even when it was never loved back. A girl who wrote instead of confessing. A boy who became a story without ever knowing. And a love that stayed, even when it was never meant to." Most impressive ranking- #1 in relate out of 2.21k stories #8 in overthinker out of 3.92k stories

My thoughts about life. It's going to be poetic and philosophical as hell. There's no plot or characters and it will probably never end.

Druvi has always lived inside her head. To the world, she's calm, cheerful, the dependable eldest daughter who holds everything together. But behind that quiet smile is a mind that never stops - replaying conversations, questioning choices, and dreaming of a life that feels a little more like the ones in her imagination. Born into a family where love often hides behind raised voices, Druvi learns early how to keep her feelings small. She watches, listens, absorbs - and when she can't say how she feels, she turns it into stories in her head. But then love happens. Not the fairytale kind - the real, messy, confusing kind that makes her question everything she thought she knew about herself. It's the kind of love that forces her to choose between what's expected of her and what her heart quietly craves. Told through moments of truth, imagination, and heartbreak, Letters She never sent is a tender coming-of-age story about overthinking, family expectations, and the courage to finally be seen.

a person with three types of faces

Two girls from a sorority; one the recruiter, one the recruited, fall in love. They face many issues between coming out to friends and family, dealing with the backlash of other, whole falling more and more for each other everyday. Some without even knowing!

Healing isn't pretty. But hiding it hurts more. No Filter is a story written without masks, without pretending, without the fake "I'm fine" everyone expects. It's the raw, unfiltered reality of a mind that's trying to survive every single day a mind that shakes, overthinks, breaks, gets back up, and breaks again. It's waking up and feeling heavy before the day even starts. It's staring at your room, knowing you can't clean it, and hating yourself for it anyway. It's forgetting messages because fear takes over your body. It's scrolling through life, trying to find something to hold onto. It's the quiet kind of pain the one nobody sees, because you learned to hide it too well. This story isn't polished. It isn't pretty. It isn't romanticized. It's real. And if you're reading this, maybe you've felt this kind of heaviness too. No Filter is for the ones who feel too much, love too hard, break silently, and still show up the next day. You're not alone here.

it's about a person that is too tired of everything

This is not some romantic tale- this is life, my life. raw and real just to support those amazing people out there who are suffering silently just to ensure them there are many like them and they are with them radhe radhe

Atma Hanim - Disebabkan sekeliling manusia yang sering mengambil kesempatan terhadapnya, dia sukar untuk bersosial dan takut dengan harapan manusia. Dia rela bersendiri tanpa mengharapkan sesiapapun, walaupun dia tahu, hidupnya bakal sepi. Dia, seorang gadis yang sukar percaya dengan aneka ragam manusia. Emir Bakri - Bertemu dengan seorang jejaka yang suka menyakat, dia telah menceriakan hidup gadis itu yang serba hitam. Dalam diam, dia telah jatuh cinta pada Atma sejak pertama kali mereka bersua . Dia, lelaki utusan Tuhan yang cuba memulihkan trauma gadis pujaannya. " Asal awak ikut saya eh? Takde tempat lain ke nak pergi?" - Atma Hanim " Kau tu perempuan , tak elok sorang-sorang. "- Emir Bakri " Tak matilah sorang pun, nak harapkan orang lain pun tak guna juga. "-Atma Hanim. Sikap keras dan dingin Atma Hanim membuatkan Emir Bakri semakin jatuh hati padanya. Mampukah Emir buktikan pada pujaan hatinya bahawa dialah penyelamat sehidup semati gadis itu?

You see, when teenagers do stuff? It's 10x a nightmare. Take a look or ask 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. That's exactly what Nica has to go through. Mornings always begin with seagulls in Vista Grande. For Nica Collins, it's always another routine day, the same silence that fills her small apartment. Even outside. She clings to her to the life she had always fitted in, finding comfort in the familiar, the ordered, the quiet. But when her anxiety claws its way back amid the noise of the world, an unexpected voice breaks through the ring... ... and maybe, so does something "𝘯𝘦𝘸". But is she saved or worse?

Hayashi Nozomi carries a name everyone fears - the daughter of a villain. Haunted by her past, burdened by perfectionism, she struggles to trust anyone... until Katsuki Bakugou refuses to see her as anything but herself. In a school full of heroes, can she find the strength to wield her quirk without losing herself? In a world that wants her to fail, will she learn to trust someone again? Or will the weight of her own perfectionism and past keep her trapped in the shadows forever? "You think I care who your parents are? You're you. That's what matters." The rigths of the Mha storyline belong to Kohei Horikoshi only. Only my Oc is my own idea and everything that doesn't happen during the manga.

Raya Patel just wanted to survive her 21st birthday. Instead, she face-planted into destiny-aka the gorgeous stranger who caught her mid-fall, steadied her, and somehow made breathing optional. Lee Ha-jun wasn't supposed to notice her. But he did. He wasn't supposed to stare. But he did. He definitely wasn't supposed to blush when she apologized for "existing too close to his shirt." But he very much did. Now they're long-distance by accident, soulmates by vibe, and soft, chaotic disasters trying to love each other across time zones, cultures, schedules, and way too much flirting. Expect late-night FaceTimes, stolen trips, matching playlists, Gujarati insults turned into pet names, jealous bandmates, worried parents, forehead kisses, and chemistry illegal in most countries. The world says it won't work. They say, "Watch us." A Gujarati-American girl with zero chill × a Korean idol with zero privacy = unhinged flirting, emotional chaos, and a love that refuses to break. ✹✹✹ Notes: This not a fan fiction ✹✹✹ COPYRIGHT Tara Desai, Where the Light Found Us Copyright © Since 2025 All Rights Reserved

Finding out you're pregnant at just 19 can feel like a whirlwind of emotions, especially when you're navigating this life-altering journey on your own. The waves of nausea can hit unexpectedly, leaving you feeling both queasy and disoriented. Your body may ache with newfound soreness, as it begins to adjust to the remarkable changes taking place within. Late nights bring a mix of anxiety and anticipation, each moment filled with the weight of uncertainty and the flicker of hope for what's to come. It's heartbreaking to think about what Quinn is going through. Let's take a moment to understand her story. Quinn has often felt a sense of loneliness that stems not from being overlooked or shunned, but from the challenges of being an introvert longing for connection. She has always yearned to be part of a group, yet struggled to take that first step. As Quinn began her second year of college, she returned home from summer break and discovered she was pregnant. Confronted with this unexpected situation and knowing the father wanted nothing to do with it, she made the courageous decision to embrace her new role as a mother, choosing to raise her child on her own. Join her on this profound journey as she navigates the complexities of motherhood, builds relationships, and works to discover her true self amidst the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead.

She was the rose the world forgot to water. He was the storm that swore to shield her petals. She was silence, taught to bow her head. He was the voice that made her lift her gaze. She was a fragile thread, fraying in the wind. He was the knot that held her together. She didn't know what freedom felt like. He was ready to burn the world to give it to her. She was the ocean, he was the depth. Her : "I hate you.." 'she screamed with tears in her eyes , pain in her chest. Him : " And I'll still spend my while life worshipping you" he said with a devoted gaze even though her words hurted like a dagger.

Prequel to '𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒.' "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 is a fictional 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left..." --- '𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠?' Naruto looks at his palm that is filled with little yellow flower petals. --- The illness takes action. But Naruto notices it to late. A flower is already grow in his lung. Taking away every breath he believes is there. ‼️𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟‼️ • 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀/hard language • suicide 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲' 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺. 💧𝗦𝗼 𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲! 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 : 𝟙𝟙/𝟙𝟘/𝟚𝟙 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 : 𝟚/𝟚𝟟/𝟚𝟛 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 : ??? .♡︎.

She regrets almost everything she's ever done - every word, every silence, every moment she dared to feel too much. But when Sofie Chang meets someone who sees her in all her chaos, she has to decide: keep hiding behind her regrets, or finally live through them.