Overthinking 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.

හදකට ගැහෙණු හැකි ද නොඇසෙන්න මතකෙට රිදෙනු නැතිද නොපෙනෙන්න පිහිතුඩෙන් ලියණු හැකි ද නොරිදෙන්න සියල්ලෙන් ම මා නිහඬ ඇයි ද නොසොයන්න" _H.M.M.H.Herath🖋️_

Do you remember the story about Sleeping Beauty that was cursed to sleep and trapped in castle with thorns of 🌹 🥀. A romantic story where the princess lives with curiosity and longs for outside world and love... When the Prince was the one need to go across the thorns. Now,imagine...you're having the same experience like the Prince, but with a little twist.

You lie there, heavy as stone, under the blanket of night. Your eyes, they murmur soft pleas- "Close us now, let the world fade." They flutter like tired wings, begging for the quiet gift of dreams. But sleep? It's a thief that won't come, slipping through your fingers like smoke

Kyle's just another tired kid... or so it seems. But inside, he's falling apart. This is a story of loneliness, masking pain, and a little sister who might just be the light in his dark world. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This story contains themes of isolation, sadness, and emotional struggle. Some scenes may be upsetting to sensitive readers.

A Heart That Hides is a real-life story of silent longing, unspoken words, and the pain of loving someone who doesn't even know you exist. It follows two weeks of heartbreak, hesitation, and missed chances-where every glance, every encounter, and every moment feels like both an opportunity and a curse. If you're not interested in raw emotions, quiet suffering, and the ache of an untold love story, you might want to skip this. But if you've ever felt trapped in your own feelings, this story might just feel a little too familiar. Also this is my first time writing a story so bear with me

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?

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.

We don't talk. We don't follow each other. But he's always there-two steps ahead in the hallway, one glance too long in class. He acts like he doesn't care. I act like I never did. And yet... we both hesitate, like the silence between us means something. This isn't a love story. A real-life bad WiFi, shared classrooms, and zero confessions. He's 19. I'm 17 - legally . We don't make sense-except when we do. Or maybe... this is what "almost" feels like. Based on a true story. (Unfortunately.)

Abhimanyu Singhania - A 30-year-old billionaire who controls a huge business empire. People fear him, and women can't help but chase after him. But he has no room for love in his life - a painful past experience changed him completely. He stays away from his family, and the only person he truly cares for is his dadi. Abhimanyu is devilishly handsome - tall, perfectly built, with sharp jawlines and intense eyes that can make anyone lose their breath. His presence is powerful, and he looks like the kind of man who was born to rule. Naina Malhotra - A 25-year-old girl who is dreamily beautiful, with soft features that make her look almost angelic. Her black eyes shine like deep pools, and her graceful figure makes her stand out anywhere she goes. She never received the love she deserved from her family. She was nearly aborted before birth, but fate kept her alive. She grew up in a joint family where her parents and brother adore her, but her dadi despises her. With only one close friend, she still believes deeply in love and trusts that God will one day send someone made just for her. Come with me into the world of Abhimanyu and Naina - two souls destined to collide. Will their hearts find love, or will their hatred burn them to the core?

Miracle Deveraux Kind, forgiving, caring, smart and overall an amazing person. One of the nicest people anyone could get the pleasure of knowing. But she struggled to believe any of this, with each day that past. She thought she was: Annoying, incompetent, worthless, an attention seeker. Replaceable. You see she was always a happy girl growcing up until coming towards the end of middle School. In the beginning of 7th grade was when the torment began. Physically and mentally. She grew up disabled. She had cerebral palsy. Mathias DeLuca Rich kid, spoiled, lacrosse player, popular guy. Man whore personified. One of the biggest assholes you could ever come across. But what few failed to realize that he was more than that. Yes he was still kind of an asshole. Yet, he wasn't spoiled everything he got he had earned. He and his father were always close but they started drifting apart when his mother died in a car accident. This was several years ago. His father got remarried to lucious Wright's mother: Head of the school board. He and his father didn't always see eye to eye on things but they were still extremely close. When his mom died he started having panic attacks and nightmares about the night in question. He was broken and he needed a Miracle to fix him [Word Count: 70,000 - 80,000]

Sometimes you are not sure what to do. In these scenario's you need to make a choice... or atleast you should. You may make a wrong choice and live with regret for making that choice, or you can not choose at all which leaves you thinking what if I did chose something.whould it have mattered in the end..? This story is about a 16 year old guy named Owen. Hes very shy and doesn't talk to people very often because he has social anxiety. Owen has been questioning his sexuality lately. He has never really liked a girl in his life, but has weird feelings when he's near some boys. One of these boys is Cass, who is the main example for this. Cass is 16 years old as well and for personality is much like Owen himself. The only issue for Owen is that he has a hard time approaching people, so he ends up not approaching them at all What will Owen do when he gets into a sittuation he can't run away from...? Who knows... only time will tell. (Story is still in progress! Feel free to suggest me stuff and I may aply it if I like it!)

After listening to the entirety of The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift, it inspired me to start writing poems again. I've always loved writing poems. The alliteration, rhyme schemes, rhythms, and so much more makes it so fun to me. I never thought I'd actually publish any of the ones I made because I'm kind of scared that they'll get me locked up, but I finally built up the confidence to do it. Enjoy my poems, and I hope you can find them somewhat relatable and/or you find comfort and healing in them. 🖤🩶🤍 Three things: 1. If you couldn't tell already, this is kind of inspired by The Tortured Poets Department and Taylor Swift and some of the lines are inspired by her. 2. All of the names in the poems are fake so people that I know in real life don't come after me. :3 3. This is not completed yet, there should be at least one new poem every day/every other day.^^ TRIGGER WARNING: Vulgar language in "Worry."

"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."

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. Author's note - All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and is simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.

Sad quotes/poems. ---- [quick warning this does mention suicide & selfharm so please don't do any of the things in there. these are just poems & quotes that describe how i felt/feel. i made this book to show to others that you are not alone cause here i am writing this book lol. so yeah, dont do selfharm or worse please even if u feel like it it doesn't help.]

My poems might not rhyme completely but you'll feel what I felt as I wrote each word. Based on things that I have went through in my life. Writing is basically therapy to me, so keep it close it your heart. There is a lot about love, overcoming traumas, and just my overthinking in general. Being vulnerable is strong. Highest rankings (2023): #1 artsy #2 overcoming trauma

Aveline Seraphine Dela Merced 16-year old girl, Comes from a well-known but quiet family. Her father is strict, her mother emotionally distant - so she learned to love softly, silently, without asking for anything back. She loves too deeply even when she shouldn't. Kael Lucien Raveaux, also 16, mysterious, distant, unintentionally heartless.but deep down, he is responsible, calm, intelligent.Grew up moving around. Learned not to get attached because people always leave. Not cruel - just different. He doesn't know how to love the way she does. emotionally unavailable, afraid of attachment. Aveline falls for Kael - not because he tries, but because he exists in a way she finds comforting and distant at the same time. Kael likes her too, but he shows it in a way that feels like almost love - never enough, never clear, never certain. Aveline breaks little by little... Kael doesn't even realize he's the one breaking her. But even in pieces, she still loves him. And when Kael finally realizes what she means to him... Aveline is already learning how to She falls first. He falls too - but quietly, secretly. Will she change him, or will he remain the same? Is it worth loving someone who can't love you the way you love them? Does he even want her, or is his heart quietly reaching for someone else? Are they meant to be, or is she meant for someone better- someone who won't make her question her own worth? don't read 16,17,18 if you don't want to cry

This is a book about a kind of attachment nobody talks about, teacher attachment. It explains why and how some students get attached on a deeper level to teachers and how it should be seen as. If you're a teacher, I'd rather you don't read this. Or do it. I don't care.

A story about love, regret, and the kind of moments that circle back when you least expect them.