Romancewithpain Stories

He was reckless - smoking, drinking, breaking hearts just to feel something. I was calm. Guarded. Still learning how to breathe after loving the wrong person. We weren't supposed to mean anything to each other. But then he started to change - not because I asked him to. He just did. Everyone saw it. Everyone knew. Except us. His last tattoo was my first. And now, all I have left is the version of him that only I got to see.

I am just a wandering soul, quietly drifting forward. I am the demon that haunts you, revenge for what you did to me. I am the innocent girl who once knelt at your feet, obeying your every command. I am the one you should fear. I am a tortured spirit crying over the ruins of love. I am the monster, the cursed girl everyone whispers about. I am whatever I choose to be - the one who breathes heavily, and for nothing. I am the reason behind your absurd, wicked happiness. The one who sins for your mistakes and blames herself for your cruelty. I am Abel - the mortal girl who was once normal. Before I met you.

Camila Wilson nie wierzy już w miłość. Po toksycznym związku, w którym nauczyła się bać własnego cienia, zamyka się w małej piekarni i pilnie strzeże swojej samotności. Nie szuka niczego poza spokojem. A potem spotyka jego. Natan Silvestri - z pozoru beztroski, sarkastyczny, z papierosem w dłoni i spojrzeniem, które rozbiera duszę na części. Milioner z przeszłością, o której nie mówi nikomu. Jest jak żywioł - przyciąga i rani jednocześnie. Ich spojrzenia krzyżują się po raz pierwszy na pokładzie łodzi, gdzie jedno spojrzenie wystarcza, by wywołać burzę. Między nimi rodzi się napięcie, które z każdą stroną rośnie. Ale w tej historii nie chodzi tylko o miłość. Chodzi o ból, o niedopowiedzenia, o to, co dzieje się, gdy dwoje złamanych ludzi próbuje się nawzajem uratować. A może zniszczyć. To opowieść o tym, że nie każdy dotyk koi, a nie każda rana musi krwawić, by boleć.

He doesn't remember her name. But when she whispers, his body still kneels. Nyra was a memory forger-crafting emotion, selling intimacy, rewriting the past. Lucen was the man who once worshipped her. Now, he's been turned into a weapon... and sent to arrest her. His mind has been wiped. His orders are clear. But when she speaks the word that once made him beg- "Kneel." He obeys. Desire ignites. Control blurs. And beneath the surface, something long-buried starts to awaken. But the Vault wants him back. Because Lucen wasn't just trained to love her. He was designed to destroy her. In a world of forged memories and weaponized devotion, one command could save them both- or end everything. For fans of dark romance, rebellion, and seductive power plays, The Ash Between Us is a story where love is memory, pain is devotion, and one heartbeat decides who lives.

She was born to dream. He was built to destroy. Married off young to a man who saw her body as currency, she survived betrayal, abuse, and the cruel weight of motherhood ripped from her arms. Her soul? Cracked. Her trust? Shattered. Her heart? Done hoping. And just when she swore never to kneel again-he made her fall. Feared as a king in the shadows, ruthless in every breath, the mafia heir never knew love could look like her. But when her past comes clawing back, his empire isn't just painted in blood-it's drowned in it. She expected pain. He gave her worship. She flinched for a slap. He kissed her scars. She thought she was broken. He crowned her with every bruise. But love doesn't come without war. And monsters don't beg... unless they're about to lose the only goddamn thing they've ever loved.

She didn't want the vows. He didn't want a stranger in his space. But expectations signed the contract before either of them could say no. Now she's counting how many times he leaves the lights on. He's memorizing the way she stirs her tea. Their lives are tangled in spreadsheets, side glances, and things neither of them will admit out loud. It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. Not when they were only meant to survive it. But the line between forced and chosen blurs more with every quiet night spent under the same roof.

Main us se mohabbat kar baithi... bina yeh jaane ke jis ghar mein main ne apna wajood chhoda, wahi ghar meri poori duniya ujaar chuka tha. Shaadi ke baad sach saamne aaya, aur mohabbat- badlay mein badal gayi. Andhi ho kar main ne waar kiya, yeh bhool kar ke badla sirf dard deta hai, sukoon nahi. Jo mujhe jeena sikhata tha, aaj wahi mere saamne khara ho kar mere khilaf hai. Us ki khamoshi meri saza hai, aur us ki nafrat mera hisaab. Main tanhaiyon mein roti rahi, aur har raat sirf ek hi sawaal poochti rahi: Ye kaisa jurm hua- ke teri hi mujrim hui

*"The Dream Called You" is not just a story, it's a heartbeat written in words. It's a journey of two souls who met, fell in love, and fought against all odds to be together. This is not a fairy tale - it's real, raw, and filled with emotions, sacrifices, and dreams. Through laughter, tears, and countless memories, this story shows how true love survives even when the world stands against it. It's my life, my love, and my dream - and I want to share it with you.* "Hey, just a small request... please don't copy or share my story on any other platforms. This is my real-life story, and it's very personal to me. I'm writing it with all my heart, so I want to keep it original and protected. Hope you understand. ❤️

"He was sin draped in silence. She was faith wrapped in fire." When two souls from opposite worlds collide, fate bleeds in verses and love cries in silence. Bismil is not just a name... it is a wound. In a world tangled in secrets, pain, and poetry, one girl dares to love the man the world fears. But can a heart still pure survive in a place where love is a crime and loyalty means death? A tale of forbidden love, unspoken emotions, betrayal, and faith-Bismil will pierce through your heart and stay there... bleeding. 🌙💔🔥 Are you ready to fall in love with pain?

This isn't a fairy tale. There are no heroes here. Just a girl he shouldn't want- and a man who doesn't know how to let go. His to Burn is a story carved in obsession, silence, and slow-burning karma. It's not gentle. It's not safe. But if you've ever loved someone who could destroy you, You'll feel this. Thank you for being here. Your reads, comments, and support mean more than you know. This story will unfold slowly-one stare, one silence, one unraveling truth at a time. Stay close. Things are just beginning. - Agreema 🖤 Hey cuties , I hope you are doing well. This story is all about love, romance, drama and lots of fun scene (iykyk).. hehe lol. Well happy reading. Highly appreciated if you would let me know how do you like my writings.. okay thanks bye.

She's fire wrapped in law books. He's silence soaked in secrets. Their story begins in a courtroom-opposite sides, unknown names, one message away from everything. What starts with a case becomes a collision. It's not fate. It's not chance. It's a storm they didn't plan to survive-together. But what happens when truth demands more than love ever promised?

🖤Veins & Vows A marriage of silence. A war of restraint. A love never spoken-but always felt. ❝ "This marriage means nothing." "Then why do you look at me like I'm the only thing keeping you alive?" ❞ She married him for protection. He married her for control. No love. No promises. Just a signature in blood. Aarvi Ranawat never belonged in his world. Too soft. Too quiet. Too breakable. But the moment she stepped into his mansion, she became the only thing Rudransh Singh Rajvanshi couldn't ruin. He doesn't touch her. But his silence bruises. He doesn't kiss her. But his eyes undress her with every breath. To the world, he's her husband. To her, he's the man who makes her skin burn from a single glance. She speaks in whispers. He rules with them. And every night- he watches her sleep like she's the prayer he was never meant to ask for. This isn't love. It's obsession, buried beneath restraint. A slow war of glances, clenched fists, and breathless space between bodies that never touch- but crave. ❝ "Say you hate me," he growls. "I can't," she breathes. "I'm too busy pretending you don't make me feel everything I'm not supposed to." ❞ He was never supposed to need her. But now she's the only thing he can't let go of. Even if it kills them both.

"I was told silence would save us. But my voice kills." In a city where sound is outlawed, Selene Vox is the girl who was never meant to speak... Selene Vox has spent ten years in silence-locked away, chained by a collar that burns if she tries to speak. They say her voice can kill. They're right. But when a cold-eyed enforcer drags her out of the shadows and a boy from her past whispers her name... Everything starts to break. Now Selene must choose: remain silent and survive- Or speak and start a war. A lyrical dystopian fantasy for fans of Shatter Me, Delirium, and The Hunger Games. ⚠️ Trigger warnings: isolation, captivity, emotional trauma ✍️ Written by Virexia