Sad-ending Stories

~~ආදරේ රස මතක මැද විරහා වේදනාවෙන් විලාප දෙන බිදුණු ආත්මය...~~

මේ ඕයි මන් තමුසෙට ආදරෙයි අහස තරම්

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. In a world where revenge meets romance. Jung Iseul's out for justice after her father was murdered by the NIUA (National Intelligence and Undercover Agents), a corrupt organization. She is brought up by the Kim family- the brains behind the Kage mafia. Enter Kim Taehyung, son of Kage's leader, Kim Taec-Yeon. He's charming, a little mysterious, and way too easy to get lost in. As Iseul teams up with Kims to take down the NIUA, sparks fly, and Iseul finds herself questioning everything she knew about love and loyalty. With thrilling twists, undeniable chemistry, and a dash of humor, BEYOND THE MASK takes you on an exhilarating journey through danger and desire. Will Iseul find the revenge she craves, or will her heart lead her down a path she never expected? The theme is inspired by Gangster x Secret Agent.

" සමහරක් වෙලාවට මහ රූස්ස ගස් වගෙ ඉන්න මිනිස්සුත් ආදරෙ නිසා මහ පොලවට සමතලා වෙලා යනවා රූහි........."

This is my story, but I am not playing the main role. This is my point of view but this is not about my life. These are my words but these belong to hers. Her name is Angel. ------------------------------------------------------------

🚬ලෝකෙ වෙනස් වෙන්නෙ නැති එක ම දේ... වෙනස් වෙන එක කිව්වට, මගේ ලෝකෙ වෙනස් වෙන්නෙ නැති එකම දේ... උබට තියෙන ආදරේ.... මගේ භූමි.🌜

Samantha had everything. She was a straight-A student, graduated with distinction, and had finally landed her dream job. Everything was going perfectly, until she met him. Casey. Casey was smart, clever, and brilliant. He seemed one of a kind: the charming host of an Airbnb shared by eight other guests. When Samantha arrived in a new country with nowhere to stay, he rented her a room. He was her saving light. Until she discovered his secret. A secret that could get her into serious trouble, or worse, get her killed.

​"I'm not going to let you break, Hyung. I'm just going to help you finish the song." ​Bang Chan is the anchor. The leader. The one who stays awake so everyone else can sleep. But lately, the anchor is dragging. Deep in a manila folder hidden beneath lyric sheets, a terrifying truth is buried: Chan's body is turning to glass, and his mind is becoming a fog. He's dying from a degenerative bone disease, and a cruel side effect of amnesia means he's forgetting his own tragedy as it happens. ​He's fading away in the dark, and he doesn't even know it. ​But Jeongin knows. ​Armed with a crumpled "Bucket List" and a heart shattering into a million pieces, the youngest member decides to steal Chan away for two weeks of "Saturdays." No managers. No cameras. No hospitals. Just the two of them, a rented SUV, and a list of dreams that need to be caught before the light goes out. ​From the salt-spray of the Australian coast to a hidden studio in Mapo, Jeongin carries the weight of two lives on his shoulders. He becomes the memory for a man who can't remember, and the strength for a man whose bones are turning to dust. ​It's a race against a clock that's ticking backward. It's a secret that could break the group forever. And it all leads to a field of lavender where the final item on the list is waiting. ​"Squeeze my hand five times, Innie. It means I'm still here."

💕Just read and find

Book 3 in the "Love With Obsession" Series. Trope - CEO X DOCTOR - Girl Giving Prince Treatment - Female in Male Dominating Field She was a cold, calculative billionaire who controlled her life with precision-until a deep, magnetic voice on a call left her frozen. Initially thinking it was just a fleeting attraction, she became haunted by the voice over the weeks, turning her curiosity into obsession. As she desperately searched for the man behind it, she had no idea that finding him would unravel her world and challenge her control forever.

Not Every Devil will burn you alive And Not Every Angel will protect you with love _______________________________________ "𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑨 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂!" "𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂" _________________________________________ Top Kook Bottom Tae _________________________________________ Start: 28/1/2026 End: 👉🏻👈🏻

I love you so dearly, yet I didn't dare-and now, it's too late to turn back. On a day in years to come, the clouds will soak in the same sorrow as today; I'll watch the sunlight fall, but I won't reach out to catch it anymore. Narumi Gen... could you look at me just one more time?

දිල්..දන්නවද එක දෙයක්.. කලාකාමියෝ ධනාත්මක උනාම තමයිලු ලස්සනම.. ලු..?? දිල් කියන්නේ හින්දි භාෂාවෙන් හදවතටලු.. ලු...?? මිනිස්සු මල් පිපෙනවා දැකලා නැත්තම්..හැමදාම මල් පිපුනට වැඩක් නෑලු ලු..?? ආදරේ හිතේ තිබුනට වැඩක් නෑලු එළිපිට කියන්නේ නැත්තම්.. හොදටම විශ්වාසද..??

"Cressida Bloom was beautiful, not the kind of beauty you could see in her body or see in her face. She was beautiful because she was kind and most of all, because she was beautiful to me. *** "Sunshine? "Yes Grumpy?" *** Kaden Fellows is the definition of an unlovable, grouchy man. He takes his coffee black and doesn't enjoy the simple things. Cressida Bloom is the definition of sunshine. She's sweet and takes care of everyone around her. What happens when their paths meet due to an incident on the street where Kaden saves her purse? Will she scare away his darkness or will she get taken by them instead?

Poems I've written mainly so far sad ones if you enjoy please do tell I'll try and post more I know there not good lol I showed my English teacher some Changed cover! Cover picture is by Cindy on Pinterest

Freshly graduated from law school, twenty-four-year-old Jaleyn Lammingham returns home carrying a devastating secret: he has been diagnosed with aggressive cancer. Haunted by a traumatic accident that shattered his family years earlier, Jaleyn views his illness as a deserved punishment and quietly begins a painful countdown while pretending to be the successful son his parents and younger brother admire. As guilt and love collide, he must decide whether protecting his family's happiness is worth dying with the truth still buried. If anyone who sees this story being plagiarized by someone else, please send me a quick message as soon as possible. I do not tolerate plagiarism at all, and I will sue whoever is responsible of stealing my work. ©️2026 Rebecca Clark. All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior permission of the author, except for the brief description of the book in a book review.

A grumpy old lady who is missing something in her life meets a little girl. And somehow this girl changes this lady so drastically, that she can actually be happy. I don't have much else by way of description for fear of spoiling anything, but I can tell you this: I poured my heart and soul into this book.

"You either fall in or out of love." _______🥀________ Nineteen-year-old Afnan had gotten on the wrong side of the track, which had landed her in more trouble than not. She spent her days drinking, hanging out with a best friend-who may or may not care more about the weather than her-and fuming at the world. So when her parents arranged her marriage, she was determined to escape, even if it meant failing to fall in love with the gorgeous Salim, whom she couldn't seem to stop thinking about. AI edited cover.

As a writer, I don't think my story is anything special. And there are many better books to read. And I don't think what I write justifies my story. But I will still publish it with zero readers. Because this story matters to me most. At some point, everyone loves someone. I too fell in love with someone. And we used to exchange conversation on the mailbox. And this is the story made of my delusion based on her. This story is not real, but my delusion and madness and obsession for her So give it a try if you like it. (Disclaimer: this book contains three different languages.) Marathi, Hindi, and English I apologize to those who don't understand Marathi and Hindi.

As I write this, I'm sitting at my corner desk. A warm light and a hazy but cozy music repeats itself. In a frantic that I might not be able to remember verses that make you, I jot this down. Ultimately, I want my thoughts of you to be tucked away somewhere far, somewhere safe. Like a dusty old book at the top shelf in a lonely library. I know you'll be out there somewhere, and when I long for you, I'll reach out to this, these verses that poured out of me, for you. I'm no poet. I'm no artist. But from my depths, you, you alone pulled out these words. I've left mistakes uncorrected, verses raw, for in this plentiful universe, only you remain flawless. Words that hurt. Words that healed. Words that filled.