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A sudden noise made him turn. A guard was holding a boy in a black hoodie. The boy struggled to break free-his hood slipped off, revealing his sharp face and messy black hair. There was something strange about his expression. Not fear. Not anger. Something else. Something... knowing. "Liam..." His voice dropped. "...Can you see it too?" Liam froze. "How do you-" Suddenly everything broke. The world twisted around him. Sound disappeared. His vision blurred, like his body was being pulled in two directions. Silence. Liam opened his eyes. A desk. A different place. A different life. "It happened again..."

Sabi nila, ang swerte ko raw. Top student. Perfect grades. Malayo ang mararating. Pero habang nag-aaral ako para maging psychologist at gamutin ang utak ng ibang tao, unti-unti kong nare-realize na ako mismo, sira na. I'm Abella Nilah Serrano, and I am a high-functioning ghost. I'm fine, until I'm not. I'm smiling, but I'm not happy. I'm breathing, but I'm not alive. Sa totoo lang? Pagod na akong magpanggap na may nararamdaman pa ako. Everything just feels like... static. Then I met this one boy. Yzkiel Elowen Alfero. Matangkad, brilliant, and the university's youngest psychiatrist. He's the person everyone goes to when they're breaking, but no one sees that he's already shattered into a million pieces. Para kaming dalawang salamin. I look at him and I see my own emptiness. He looks at me and he sees his own silence. We don't need therapy. We don't need a "soulmate." Ang kailangan namin ay kahit anong bagay na makakapagparamdam sa amin na tao pa kami. Kaya gumawa kami ng kasunduan. Isang experiment. Kahit anong gawin namin-kahit gaano pa kalala, kahit gaano pa kasakit-basta magising lang ang mga puso naming matagal nang namanhid. Because in a world full of textbook definitions, we were the only ones who couldn't find our own cure. We were just two flatlines in a room full of hearts beating for the wrong reasons. "Don't think of this as a love story, Bella," he said quietly, his voice as cold as a hospital hallway. "Think of it as a controlled attempt to see if we can still trigger a pulse."

She remembers everything. At least, she thinks she does. But slowly, people around her start remembering things differently. Moments she swears never happened are spoken about like facts. Conversations she never had are repeated back to her. And then there's her- the new girl- who looks a little too familiar, a little too perfect, like she fits into places the protagonist didn't even know were missing. At first, it's easy to ignore. Mistakes happen. People get confused. But confusion turns into patterns. And patterns start to feel like something is being rewritten. Because if everyone is sure about a version of you that isn't real... what does that make you? And more importantly- what happens when that version starts replacing you? Correction. a sketch for now.

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

Set in The St.Michael Orphanage

She never believed in fate. Not in soulmates. Not in monsters. Not in anything she couldn't explain. Until a stranger online started to feel more real than the people around her. In a quiet coastal town where nothing ever truly stays hidden, she spends her nights talking to him-anonymous, intense, impossible to forget. He never asks for her name. Never pushes for more. Just watches. Waits. Listens. Then she sends him a photo. And everything fractures. Because the moment he sees her eyes, he knows. She is his mate. A bond written in instinct, older than reason, impossible to ignore. He is not human. He is not safe. He is heir to a rare and dangerous werewolf bloodline-trained to lead, built to dominate, and struggling to control something far worse than his power. Obsession. Now he's everywhere she turns. Silent. Watching. Always close enough to feel like a shadow she can't escape. But she's not just human either. Something inside her is breaking-unstable, buried, dangerous. A power she doesn't understand begins to surface, reacting to him in ways she can't control. She wants distance. He refuses it. She fears him. Her body doesn't agree. And in a town where supernatural worlds hide behind ordinary streets, one truth becomes unavoidable: Some bonds don't ask for permission. And some darkness doesn't wait to be invited in.

Dissociative identity disorder (D.I.D.) is a condition where one has two or more separate personalities that control their behavior at different times. Ashlie is twenty-four years old. She has been episode-free for nearly a year, a result of medication, routine, and caution. Christina is sixteen years old. She is a rebel with a real chip on her shoulder, who has been pent up for too long. She has fallen in love. She will not be controlled. And she will stop at nothing to live her own life... She is also an alternate personality. A young woman's struggle to cope and deal with the frightening loss of control of her body... and her mind. #1 in psychologicalfiction 12 Dec 2025

"The deepest betrayal is not when someone hurts you, but when those who should care simply look away." Some betrayals are loud. Some are silent. But the deepest wounds are inflicted when the people who should protect you simply choose not to care. #LifeInANarcissistFamily #ToxicFamilyDynamics #EmotionalNeglect #FamilyDramaStory #PsychologicalFiction #HiddenPain #LonelyMarriage #BrokenTrust #FamilyConflict #SilentSuffering #WomenStories #EmotionalAbuseAwareness #MarriageStruggles #InnerStrength #SurvivalStory #RealLifeInspired #HealingJourney #StrongWomenStories #ToxicRelationships #HumanEmotions #PainfulTruths #StoryOfCourage #LifeLessons #WattpadWriters #WattpadStories Copyright © 2025 Renu. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be copied, stored, or shared in any form without the author's permission. This story is a work of non-fiction based on real-life events. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

Liana Rao, a 23 year old girl who was living a simple life, got to know about the most drastic truth of her life, when she gotta know that she was not just a normal girl, but a heiress of the most powerful kingdom. She had a bodyguard to protect her but she is totally aware of the fact that he had his own reasons, that is why he have to keep her alive at any cost, not just because she is the princess.

In a city wrapped in winter fog and quiet snowfall, Elara sits alone-elegant, introspective, and unknowingly on the edge of something she can't yet name. A moment of stillness becomes something more: a surreal encounter with a girl she thought she'd forgotten. But who is this girl really? And why has she returned now? Stillness in the Snow is a haunting exploration of identity, memory, and the quiet strength it takes to face the echoes of your own past. Through lyrical prose and cinematic imagery, Elara's journey unfolds-not in noise, but in silence. Not in motion, but in pause. This isn't a story of escape. It's a story of return. Of remembering who you were. And daring to become who you still might be. ________________________________________

How many deaths must a soul endure before it becomes whole? A Life by a Thousand Death is a confession made out loud. Not to be forgiven. Not to be saved. To be witnessed. It moves the way memory moves when it is honest, recursive, unfinished, and allergic to clean timelines. What I call the past is not behind me. It is in my throat. It is in my sleep. It is in the way my body prepares for loss before anything has happened. I was called a miracle before I was old enough to understand what that word demands. Later, I was treated like a burden, as if the miracle had expired and only the cost remained. My family did not pass down stories. It passed down rules. Some were spoken. Most were enforced through silence. A person learns quickly what cannot be named without consequences. A person learns to live with gaps, and to call them normal. Each chapter is a record of what had to be cut away to keep going. A belief. A name. A future. Sometimes innocence. Sometimes tenderness. Sometimes it's the simple ability to ask for what I needed without feeling guilty for having needs at all. These are deaths of the soul. Some are quiet enough to hide inside a regular day. Some are loud enough to rearrange the whole house. If you are looking for redemption, you will not find it here. This is not a story about healing. It is a ritual for the in-between. For the ones who kept living when living stopped feeling holy. For the ones who learned that survival is not always a victory, sometimes it is just a continuation. What survives is not hope. Not the kind people sell. What survives is the body still moving. Jaw locked. Lungs dragging air. Steps taken without consent. A life carried forward on discipline, stubbornness, and the strange refusal to disappear. Unholy. Unforgiven. Alive.

A young man wakes up to discover he is no longer part of the living world-yet he never truly left it. Trapped between presence and absence, Alfred becomes a silent observer of time, watching his family move on, disappear, and be replaced while he remains fixed in a forgotten room that slowly erases itself. As years pass without mercy, reality begins to fracture, and the line between existence and illusion starts to collapse. What remains is a question he cannot escape: Was he ever truly gone... or has he never truly been alive?

Lhazin has lost her memories of a happy childhood filled with love from her parents. She only carries a mysterious locket that connects her to a past she cannot remember. When she meets Kuenga, everything begins to change. Kuenga is deeply traumatized after losing his mother in a tragic event, which makes him fearful, angry, and emotionally distant, especially toward women and basements. Once close childhood friends who shared a special bond and a shared locket, Lhazin and Kuenga were separated by fate. Years later, they meet again, and the locket becomes the key to unlocking their forgotten past and reconnecting their broken bond.

There is a girl who sleeps... and each night, she disappears. Her name is Sierra, and she dreams in pieces. One dream begins with laughter-Sierra and her friends enter a strange game, a forest of green shadows. But the rules shift quickly. To pass each test, Sierra must give up a piece of herself. A hand. A foot. A voice. With every step, her friends vanish. Some are taken. Some walk away. None look back. Alone and nearly broken, she climbs the last mountain. In her hand, the final part of herself-a single hand-shakes in the cold wind. And at the peak, a stranger calls her name... asking for that last piece. Is he a soulmate? Or just another illusion? In the world of dreams, nothing is as it seems. And when you give everything, what part of you still remains?

If It Ends With Me is a slow-burn psychological novella set in post-World War II rural Vermont. Two veterans, Cordell and Leonard, retreat to an inherited horse farm believing that labor, routine, and isolation can restore what the war fractured. The barn-old, weathered, and familiar-becomes the center of that hope. At first, the land behaves as expected. The horses settle. The structure holds. But subtle irregularities begin to surface: unexplained pressure against the walls, animals reacting in unison, sounds without clear source. Cordell responds by reinforcing the barn, convinced that stability can be imposed through effort and resolve. Leonard, increasingly uneasy, begins to doubt that resistance is the right answer. As winter deepens, the farm grows more isolated, and the distinction between environmental stress, psychological strain, and something unnamed begins to blur. When the barn finally collapses inward under forces no one can fully explain, the men are forced to confront the cost of holding on too tightly. Told through restrained prose, the story refuses easy answers. It is less concerned with what causes the collapse than with what it reveals: about pride, control, silence between men, and the danger of mistaking endurance for strength. If It Ends With Me is a story about pressure-structural, emotional, and human-and what happens when something is pushed beyond the shape it was meant to hold.

Path of Thorns is a deeply introspective tale of a young girl navigating the tumultuous journey from innocence to self-awareness. As she grapples with betrayal, loss, and the struggle to trust, she learns that the greatest battle is within herself. In a world that demands perfection, she faces abandonment by those she once relied on, only to find solace and strength in the one thing that has never let her down-education. As she walks her thorny path, she discovers that the wounds of betrayal may leave scars, but they can also lead to growth. With raw emotion and a resilient spirit, she learns that self-worth is forged through pain, perseverance, and the courage to rise again, no matter the odds. This story is a testament to the power of embracing one's struggles and transforming them into a source of personal strength. This coming-of-age narrative explores themes of isolation, resilience, and the pursuit of inner peace in a world that often feels unforgiving. Through her journey, the protagonist realizes that the only path worth walking is the one she carves for herself, and that sometimes, it's the thorns that teach us how to bloom.

FLASH FICTION Everything should be fine. But some things can't be ignored - a quiet drive home after a cozy Christmas Day becomes something darker.

I woke up with nothing, no memories, no name, not even the faintest sense of who I am. The darkness around me shifts and stretches, endless and suffocating. Then there's Ima, with her calm smile and soft words, telling me to stop fighting, to let it all go. But if I let go, what's left? Just this emptiness, this silence, until all I have is the last thing left of me...

Some nights you fall asleep. Other nights your body remembers. After years of living in survival mode, sleep is no longer peaceful. It becomes a place where the nervous system releases everything the mind has tried to bury. One moment of exhaustion turns into a vivid dream where fear takes control before the mind understands what is happening. A small moment triggers a powerful response. The body freezes. Breathing becomes heavy. Hands curl inward as the nervous system reacts to a danger that may no longer exist. Voices try to pull someone back to reality, but trauma does not release its grip easily. Then a voice speaks a name. And everything changes. This story explores what it means to live with complex PTSD, panic responses, and a nervous system that refuses to forget. Through dreams, reflection, and emotional honesty, it reveals how trauma can live inside the body long after the moment has passed. Sometimes the body is not broken. Sometimes it is simply remembering how to survive.

Alison Wright is dead. Not symbolically, not emotionally : clinically dead. A car. An impact. Darkness. And yet, she's still breathing. Brought back to life by a pact she doesn't understand, Alison quickly realizes this return is no miracle. Her heart beats again, but every beat comes at a price. To atone for her passage between worlds, she must face the Lost Ones. Every time a human dies with deep regrets... they rot, and transform. These souls take shape, linger, attack. And now, they're hunting her. Fortunately - or unfortunately - she's not alone. Assigned to a sarcastic and unpredictable demon named Harley Blake, Alison must learn to survive, to fight, to make sense of this hidden world... all while resisting the strange bond forming between them. Harley is no guardian angel. She's blunt, fierce, and doesn't hide her contempt for humans. But behind the fangs, something slumbers. Something softer. And far more dangerous. And as the Lost Ones draw near... Alison begins to wonder: What if the most dangerous thing here... is what she's starting to feel for her own demon? A second chance. A deal with hell. And maybe... a love neither of them expected. ⚠️ Warning, PEGI 16 ⚠️ This book contains: - Explicit language - Scenes of verbal or psychological violence - Threats of a sexual nature -drugs -some demons a little too horny -duck -mention of blood -Gun violence -Organized crime -Non-explicit sexual content In short: if you are sensitive to this kind of content, I suggest you skip it. I want to make it clear that everything described here is purely fictional. I do not in any way encourage these behaviors in real life.