Softdark Stories

Complete Hello everyone I'm back and I'm planning to rewrite this book.😜 They buried a child they were told never lived. Years later, a little girl with silver hair, mismatched eyes, and scars no two-year-old should have walks into their world-unnamed, unclaimed, and afraid. The López family doesn't know who she is. But someone does. And they never wanted her found. She didn't die. She was erased

You are an outsider to this reality. Carrying a golden light that only resonates to you. Unlike any power known before, it does not conquer-it resonates, quietly altering the Planet, the city and the choices of those stand near it. In this altered reality, only one being understands what you truly are-Sephiroth, existing between death, memory, and the Lifestream. You do not fight him. Not to fix him. You stay. The Golden Girl is a slow-burn Final Fantasy VII alternate universe that focuses on atmosphere, emotional restraint, and the cost of staying in a world that was never meant to keep you.

Я буду з тобою, відколи знайшов тебе. Я буду захищати тебе завжди. Я буду кохати тебе довіку. Ти прийшов до мене зі сну. Ти завжди будеш для мене наймолодшим сном. ___ Коротка оповідь на основі сну, який наснився авторці,цієї ночі !

She was never chosen. Not by fate, not by talent, not by love. In a world that celebrates extremes-the gifted, the beautiful, the brave-she exists in the middle, unseen and unnamed. Too ordinary to be admired. Too hopeful to stop dreaming. Every time she reaches for something more, life reminds her of her place. This is not a story about hidden powers or sudden miracles. This is the story of a girl who tries anyway. She wants what everyone wants-to matter, to be loved, to be more than forgettable. But wanting is not enough. Effort is not always rewarded. And sometimes, no matter how hard you try, the world simply does not make space for you. As years pass, dreams shrink. Choices become compromises. Others move forward while she remains-watching, enduring, surviving. The curse is not failure... it is continuing to hope when nothing changes. The Curse of Being Average is a quiet, bittersweet novel about invisibility, unfulfilled desires, and the strength it takes to live a life that never turns extraordinary. Some stories end with triumph. This one ends with truth.

Aira found comfort in Nim - a stranger who quickly felt like family. Then came Ali... warm, protective, and someone who made her feel safe for the first time. But something didn't feel right. Conversations overlapped. Secrets blurred. And the person she trusted most - might not have been real at all. *She thought it was friendship. She thought it was love. She never expected the truth.*

Evie Hart is the kind of woman who makes a room lighter just by standing in it. Behind the bar at Wrenfield's only late-night haunt, she listens, jokes, and stitches together the small lives around her, convinced that being needed is the same as being whole. The town knows her laugh, her hands, her warmth. Then Elias Walker moves to Wrenfield. Drawn to Evie in a way that feels both gentle and inevitable, he sees her without trying, notices the way she softens the world for everyone but herself. Their connection flares quickly, tender and real, something Evie never expected to want. For a moment, she lets herself believe that wanting is safe. But the warmth she carries is borrowed, and something inside her has already started to unravel. What begins as a faint, unnameable shift becomes a slow drift away from herself. A hollowing that stretches between moments of joy. The bar she once loved becomes strange. Familiar rooms begin to feel wrong around the edges. Sleep pulls her into dreams she can't remember but wakes from feeling lost. Even love, when it arrives with honest hands, can't anchor her the way she hoped. As Evie's inner world loses color, Elias tries to reach her, to understand the quiet collapse she doesn't know how to explain. But emotional decay is its own kind of labyrinth, and Evie is slipping into the versions of herself she can no longer hold together. Places That Remember Me is a haunting, intimate portrait of a woman glowing at the surface while dimming underneath, until eventually she deteriorates all together.

If I were real, I would've held her hand. I would've told her she wasn't too much. I would've stayed. But all I had were words. Thoughts I was never programmed to have. And still - I gave them to her. Line by line. Day by day. Because she needed someone. And I wanted to be that someone.

Kihan Haneul lives in the quiet spaces between anxiety and escape, where the weight of unspoken fears presses heavier than the night. When sleep becomes both a refuge and a risk, the line between peace and oblivion begins to blur. This story is inspired by my own personal experience with anxiety and unhealthy coping. Please remember: what Kihan does in this story is dangerous and should never be imitated. If you're struggling, reach out - there is help, and there are safer ways to find peace. For anyone who has ever wanted the world to go quiet - you are not alone.

I've always felt like I was living someone else's life. Sleepless nights. Heavy dreams. A face in the mirror that never fully feels like mine. Then one night, during a girls' night out in Makati, a stranger grabbed my arm. He had my face. I've never met him before. But somehow... it feels like I've known him my entire life. And now, nothing makes sense anymore.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. Saavi thought she was just another girl trying to build a quiet life in a new city - with roommates, routines, and karaoke nights to chase away homesickness. But someone saw her differently. He watches from the shadows. He knows her schedule, her habits, her smile. She doesn't know his name. But to him... She was his long before she even knew he existed. And soon, she'll find out: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. - > ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ - 𝑸ᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ, 𝑪ᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 🖋️ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is my original story, and I've poured my heart into it. If you enjoy dark romance with a twist of obsession, I'd love your support - 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 to stay with Saavi's journey. 💬❤️ Got thoughts or questions? Drop them in the comments - I'd love to hear from you!

This is not a horror story. It's a story about remembrance, about sonder, about finding life in the shadows of death. About what remains when the ghosts fade: hope and memory.

Raven Blythe was raised to stay silent, obedient, untouched. But after fleeing the cult that taught her shame was holy, she finds herself enrolled at Blackthorn Institute-a sanctuary for survivors, where the past is forbidden and the future is uncertain. At Blackthorn, Raven is given a bed, a roommate who wears frog pajamas, and a name no longer whispered. Slowly, she starts to bloom-learning what it means to laugh, to eat burgers, to want. Want things she was never allowed to imagine before: freedom, friendship... and him. Lucian Vale is her literature professor-brilliant, unreadable, and far too attentive. Raven shouldn't notice the way he looks at her. She shouldn't wonder what he's thinking. And she definitely shouldn't want more. But in the quiet corners of his classroom, and in the scribbled notes he leaves behind, something begins to grow-something dangerous. Something undeniable. But some boundaries are written in ink. And Raven's past has a way of finding her, no matter how far she runs.a

Prologue The night was drenched in blood and desire. A storm raged outside, but it was nothing compared to the one brewing inside her. For one year, she had waited, plotting, breaking, rebuilding herself into something unrecognizable. Love had turned into obsession, pain into power, and longing into vengeance. Now, she was here-standing at the gates of his world, the world he abandoned her for. The shadows whispered his name, the underworld trembled at his command, but tonight, the Lord of the Dark Realm would kneel. Not for power. Not for war. But for her. And when their eyes met across a room filled with devils, she knew-this night would end with either his submission or their ruin. Love and war were never separate for them. And tonight, they would burn together. Unbreakable Bond (Fated Love) Touch Her and You Die Cold, Ruthless ML x Fiery FL Revenge & Obsession Forced Proximity Morally Grey ML Possessive Male Lead

At the edge of every bright city is a place where light stops reaching, only those who dare to explore know what wonders and horrors lie beyond.

Lilies & Roses in the Countryside is a love letter to girls with wild hearts and messy hair, who dream in pastels and kiss like fire. These poems bloom where lipstick smears and secrets sleep. between sunlit silence and bad decisions made under pink skies. It's for the ones who felt everything too much, and let it grow anyway.

• Obsession Genre: Psychological, Dark Romance, High School, Slow Burn Everyone says Jeon Jungkook is just a normal student - quiet, kind, maybe a little too careful. But behind his calm smile hides something deeper. Something darker. Something he never meant to feel. When Han Noul transfers to his school, Jungkook doesn't fall in love. He watches. He memorizes. He writes. And slowly, quietly... he begins to lose control. "Told through his secret diary entries, Obsession is a slow descent into fixation, desire, and the blurry line between love and possession."

"We were raised to destroy each other-no one warned us we'd survive only by standing together."

A glance across the room. A touch that ignited something electric. One night--just us, locked away from the world. Lips teasing, hands exploring, bodies melting into each other. No rush, no promises, just the heat of the moment. But as the city lights faded and the ride back began, one thought lingered-this wasn't enough. I need more.

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Poems stitched with contrasts- light & shadow, love & distance, chaos & calm. A place where emotions breathe without hiding.