Sadromance Stories

Han Jisung had always lived in the quiet. With music as his only refuge, he drowns in melodies to escape the loneliness that clings onto him like a second skin. Despite having some friends, something is missing. Someone is missing. A presence he's only ever imagined. Then a message changes everything. A stranger named Minho bursts into Han's life with relentless energy and a strange request: "Give me a month." Minho is everything Han isn't-loud, fearless, impossible to ignore. What starts as an unexpected arrangement turns into late-night talks, quiet mornings, and a connection that feels like it was always meant to be. But a month has an expiration date. And when the clock runs out, Han is left with the question he's too afraid to ask: Was Minho ever his to keep? (ongoing)

Felix had always found peace in the forest. The way the leaves whispered secrets and the earth cradled his footsteps made the world feel softer, quieter. It was the only place where his thoughts didn't feel so heavy. But peace is fragile. One misstep, one moment of dizziness-and the forest fades to black. When Felix wakes, he's no longer surrounded by trees but by wooden walls and flickering firelight. A cabin stands where the forest should be, tucked away from the world like it's hiding something. And he isn't alone. Faces hover nearby, eyes filled with concern, warmth, and something deeper-recognition. They smile at him like he's theirs. Like they've been waiting. Felix doesn't know their names, yet his heart reacts before his mind can catch up. Their voices feel familiar. Their presence feels like home. As days blur together, unease settles in. The cabin holds memories that aren't his-or maybe are. Caught between forgotten pasts and an very realistic dreams, Felix is left with a question that haunts every moment-what will happen if he remembers? (ONGOING)

"Who are you?" The words hit him like a physical blow. Ethan's eyes snapped open to find himself alone in the market square, the concerned Emberlyn of his desperate hallucination nowhere to be seen. The real Emberlyn stood several feet away, staring at him with cold confusion. "Huh?" The sound escaped him like a wounded animal's whimper. 'Wasn't she just beside me? How did she suddenly end up over there?' His mind reeled, trying to reconcile the vivid embrace he'd felt with the harsh reality before him. ... "EMBERLYN! PLEASE! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I'M YOUR HUSBAND!" Ethan's cry shattered the afternoon air, raw and desperate and utterly heartbroken. The crowd that had gathered around this spectacle began to murmur among themselves. To them, Ethan was nothing more than a madman, a pathetic figure claiming to be married to the legendary Emberlyn Scarlet. After all, everyone knew she was unmarried-a fierce, independent hunter who had never shown interest in romantic entanglements. "Shut up! You're nothing but a liar!" someone shouted from the crowd. "Don't you dare come near Lady Emberlyn again!" another voice added. The crowd's anger turned physical. Fists flew, boots connected with his ribs, and Ethan found himself at the center of a storm of violence. He curled into a ball, protecting his head as best he could, but made no effort to fight back. What was the point? His world had already ended. Through the rain of blows, he caught glimpses of Emberlyn watching with detached interest, as if observing a mildly entertaining street performance. The woman who had once kissed his wounds better now watched impassively as strangers inflicted new ones. Heavy clouds had gathered overhead while Ethan wasn't paying attention, and now they opened up in a torrential downpour. Rain fell in sheets, soaking through his torn clothes and washing the blood from his face in pink rivulets. "Emm... Berr... lyn..." he whispered, his voice lost in the sound of falling water.

"... and it faded into shadows of forgetfulness." She didn't realize that each moment she lived carried a longing that awaited her, yet remained hidden in her mind. She believed her current life was her happiest, but fate whispered otherwise, revealing the quiet struggles Hana faced in silence. Until she experienced the vivid details of her faded past through her innocent eyes, unveiling the significance of strangers she thought she didn't know, including Lee Evan, who meant so much to her.

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on going ⋆ high-school love story Andrea fell in love at first sight with Evan, the athletic boy from the class next door. But she never expected their first real conversation to happen because of a stray cat. What Andrea doesn't realize is that Evan has been harboring the same feelings for her all along. Together, they begin to discover the beauty and the butterflies of truly caring for someone. . best rankings: #3 in sweetromance #3 in sadlife

To Liam and to all the people who broke me down.

Lee Haechan's got a crush. Big, messy, hopelessly overdramatic crush. The only problem? Zoa-Jo Hyewon-is blissfully unaware, and his friends won't stop turning his life into a comedy of errors. A bet of 24,000 won. Ridiculous strategies. Flying papers. Gusty winds. One rooftop. Can Haechan survive his friends, his crush, and the chaos of his own heart long enough to win... or at least avoid total humiliation? Laughs, chaos, and rooftop shenanigans await in this tale of friendship, crushes, and everything in between.

╭ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛,♡‧₊˚ Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin and Lee Minji are childhood friends who grew up together. It was always the three of them. The catch? It was the three of them, until it wasn't. One of them is long gone. The ones left behind haven't had it easy ever since. As Seungmin and Minji struggle to move forward, Seungmin's pain runs deeper, leaving him more shattered than Minji could ever understand. ❝ Do you think we'll ever be okay without him? Will we ever move on without him? ❞ - Kim Seungmin ❝ Not without him. He'll always be with us, and as long as we're together, we'll be okay. ❞ - Lee Minji ╰ ➤ ᥫ᭡ | REPUBLISHED | 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 . . . ─────────‧★ ˎˊ˗ HIGHEST RANKING: #11 IN FANFICTIONSKZ ─────────‧★ ˎˊ˗ Started: August 1st, 2024 Completed : August 1st, 2024 Re-published : March 21st, 2025 ─────────‧★ ˎˊ˗ © [ 2025 ] [ @ jaeyuntold ] All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy, reproduce, or distribute without permission.

Living forever while roaming on earth is desired by humans and demons. However, for Jimin, he thinks of this as a disturbance. He lost his lover during the Joeson Dynasty Era and continues to find them during each of their life. Read to feel this longing romance through his perspective...

A sacred temple with the power to liberate the soul. The burdens of the Gods are placed on all those except the bearers of sin, leaving their children and the forgotten victors of history to cleanse the generational accumulation of karma. A demigod who has lived a thousand lives. The son of Indra bears the weight of his father's mistakes, with the burden of remembering the loss of each one of his life. A sacred guardian of the temple with the power to free his heart. the Princess of the Nagas, who has But to liberate onseself is to place the curse of sin upon another and they must choose- to live a hundred lifetimes and count every single loss, or free the soul and burn the world to ash?

Title: Our Past Love Description: Some love stories aren't meant to last forever. They laughed, dreamed, and loved like nothing could tear them apart. But time changes everything misunderstandings, silence, and choices slowly pulled them apart. Years later, they live separate lives, carrying the memories of a love that shaped them forever. This is a story of heartbreak, healing, and the quiet beauty of letting go.

When Love Arrived Too Late is a deeply emotional coming-of-age story about ego, silence, and the painful realization of love after it has already slipped away. Set in the fragile years of adolescence, the novel follows a young girl who mistakes pride for strength and distance for control until absence teaches her what presence once meant.Through quiet glances, unspoken feelings, and missed chances, this story explores how love is often recognized not in its arrival, but in its loss. It is a tale of regret, growth, and the lasting ache of understanding something only when it is too late.

Her first marriage ended in betrayal. Her second began with silence. Broken and unwilling, she agrees to marry again only to please her parents-not knowing he would love her quietly, patiently, without asking for her heart. While she heals from a past that still hurts, he waits... longing, unseen, hoping that one day she might choose him. A modern Indian romance about second chances, unreturned love, and healing that takes time.

She fell first. She fell alone. Tanu never knew that loving someone silently could hurt more than losing them loudly. Kanha... the boy she grew up with, the boy she prayed for, the boy who smiled like sunlight- but belonged to someone else. Radha was his beginning. His middle. His almost forever. And Tanu? She was the girl who loved from the shadows, who learned that sometimes love is not a choice- it's a destiny you can't escape. This is a story of unspoken feelings, unfinished prayers, and a love that was never hers... but became a part of her anyway. Some loves are meant to happen. Some loves are meant to hurt. And some loves... can never be yours.

These scars that i have.. given to me or taken by me... they are sinking in.. or.. are they fading away.. Has he figured me out?.. or.. am i getting tangled with him?.. Will he save me?.. or.. become another reason i was left no more?.. Has his eyes understood me?.. or.. they can't , yet?.. This is my story.. which is still going on.. but i would rather write about it... make this chapter of my life into a book that will have an ending.. a perfect ending...

Title: Miss Cruel ​Perspective: A story about a boy, written by a girl. ​Inspiration: Based on real-life emotions and experiences. ​The Storyline ​The Setting: A lonely boy living in "quiet misery" is forced to attend a school function. ​The Encounter: He unexpectedly finds himself in the same place as his ex-girlfriend-the person who betrayed him. ​The Conflict: He puts on a mask of confidence and "reckless" humor to hide the fact that he is still shattered inside. ​The Dream vs. Reality: The story explores a vivid dream where he gets to hold her one last time, only to wake up to the cold reality that she is gone. ​Key Themes ​Bleeding Love: Loving someone so deeply that the pain they cause feels like a part of you. ​The Blade Metaphor: Being drawn to the person who cuts you; choosing the "sting" of their presence over the emptiness of their absence. ​The Impossible Struggle: Described as "a fish trying to fly in water"-a symbol of trying to survive in a world where your love cannot exist. ​Target Audience ​This story is dedicated to anyone who has been: ​Betrayed by a partner but still loves them. ​Forced to hold themselves back from falling for the same person again. ​Left with a "burn in the chest" that never truly goes away. Read if you've ever smiled in a dream and woken up empty.

the ways and wonder of childhood are bright and kind to Liam and Jacqueline. it's the perfect girl and boy next door fairy-tell, or is it? after packing and moving away Liam's life is forgotten in Jacqueline's world. the same fate follows Jackie when moving to a whole new state years later but not new faces. they reconcile in their high schools years will it stick or slip?

HIS PERFECT STRANGER Subtitle: Our Slow Blooms The scent of marigolds was suffocating. The sacred fire was a witness to a union born of a dying man's wish and a living man's despair. Arth looked at his husband-the man he had loved from the shadows for years-and saw only a stranger. A man whose soul was buried in a grave three years ago. "Humne phere le liye hain, Zamindar Ji..." Arth's voice was a fragile whisper, his eyes searching for a single spark of warmth in the cold marble of Vikram's face. Vikram didn't look back. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of the woman whose place Arth could never take. "Shaadi hui hai, Arth. Rishta nahi." Vikram's voice was like a frost that killed the first bloom of spring. "Is ghar ki dehleez ke andar tum sirf ek zimmedari ho. Meri patni ki jagah lene ki koshish bhi mat karna... kyunki vo jagah aaj bhi bhari hui hai." Arth stood in the silence of a room that still smelled like another woman's perfume, holding a glass of water from a man who gave him everything except a reason to breathe. He had married his dream, only to realize he was living in someone else's nightmare. What happens when the heart you want to heal is the one that refuses to beat for anyone living? Can a shadow ever compete with a ghost? Dive into a tale of 19th-century angst, silent tears, and a love so patient it might just break before it blooms.

Some love stories do not end. They simply continue without you in them. Mukti was never the other woman. She was the second choice in a love story that had already ended before she ever stepped into it. For seven years, she waited. Not for grand gestures or pretty promises. Just for one moment where he would look at her, not as a replacement, not as a responsibility, but as the woman who stood beside him every single day. She lived in a marriage where nothing was cruel enough to complain about. Arjun was gentle. He was faithful. He loved their daughter with a devotion that never wavered. He spoke to Mukti, touched her, shared a home and a bed with her. And yet, he was never truly there. His heart remained somewhere in the past, holding onto a love he had lost and never learned to let go. "Woh kisi aur ke gham se ubhar hi nahi paaya, Aur main kisi apne ke hote hue bhi tanha reh gayi" In the letters Mukti never meant him to read, her truth finally unfolds. Of how she slowly disappeared. Of how she kept loving without being loved back. Of how loneliness learned to wear the mask of stability. Now Arjun is forced to face what he chose not to see. That while he mourned his past, he made his present live unloved. This is not a story of infidelity. It is the story of emotional absence, stretched across seven years, until waiting no longer felt like hope, but habit.