Softdark cerita

i weave my pain into poetry, inspired by a unique flavour of disaster called "you".

This is an alternate timeline, fractured and unstable, where canon does not unfold as it should. 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. This story is not combat-driven and does not follow the main game's progression. It explores Sephiroth through stillness rather than conflict, and love through silence rather than possession. If you are seeking action or adventure, this may not be the story you're looking for. If you are drawn to something that lingers, introspection, and quiet tragedy, then this might for you.

She drew him to survive her loneliness... now something inside the lines is waking. ⋆⁺₊✧ 𓂃 ✧₊⁺⋆ The princess was born silent. No cry. No voice. No sound the world ever bothered to understand. So she learned to speak in color instead. Her drawings became her language. Her sketchbook, her refuge. And one crooked little jester-drawn again and again over the years-became the closest thing she had to a friend. As she grows, the kingdom expects her to choose a future she cannot speak for. But the jester in her drawings begins to change with her... watching, listening, shifting in ways she doesn't remember creating. When the pressure of the crown closes in, the line between imagination and reality starts to blur-and the one figure who has always understood her may not be confined to paper after all. A dark fairytale about silence, creation, devotion, and the dangerous magic that lives inside the things we bring to lite.

Jackson Danials has eleven exes, a wicked peanut‑butter‑cookie coping mechanism, and one rule: never fall for the kind of boy who can break your heart on purpose. Too bad destiny has a sense of humor. After a terrifying run‑in with a swarm of stinging insects he's deathly allergic to, Jackson is saved by someone impossible: a winged, glowing Prince from another realm - beautiful, dangerous, and absolutely not human. A prince who shouldn't be visible to mortals. A prince who flees the moment Jackson sees him. A prince who leaves behind an amber brooch that hums against Jackson's heartbeat like it recognizes him. Now the Natural Realm is waking up around Jackson. Plants bloom in winter. The campus greenhouse keeps resurrecting ferns. And creatures beyond the veil have begun to notice him. Aurelius Vesparune - the hornet Prince who rescued him - returns with warnings he won't fully explain and a charm he shouldn't have given. Jackson's friends are convinced this is a "Forest Boyfriend" situation. Jackson is convinced he's losing his mind. They're both wrong. Because Jackson isn't human - not fully. And falling in love with a prince may be the most dangerous prophecy of all. A slow-burn MLM dark fantasy romance full of magic, mystery, found family, dangerous politics, soft moments, glowing wings, and the kind of yearning that ruins you in the best way. If you love gentle boys, dangerous creatures, forbidden romance, cozy magic, and a boy who bakes five trays of cookies when stressed, you're in the right place.

Some love stories don't begin with longing. They begin with damage. Zehra has learned how to stay quiet in a world that mistakes gentleness for permission. She teaches children by day and carries her own unsaid truths by night-believing that care, when given freely, should never demand anything in return. Ayaan has spent his life believing control is the same as protection. He is disciplined, respected, and deeply unaware of the ways silence can wound. When his carefully built certainty begins to crack, jealousy takes a shape he does not recognize-and cannot justify. Zayn watches more than he speaks. A photographer drawn to in-between moments, he understands that safety is not loud, love is not urgent, and staying can be an act of courage. At the center of them all is a child who learns too early that love can be overwhelming-and sometimes something you want to escape. This is a slow-burn, emotionally layered dark romance about boundaries, manipulation disguised as concern, jealousy that arrives uninvited, and the quiet difference between intensity and safety. Not every triangle is about choosing between two people. Sometimes, it's about choosing who you become.

Wanna see someone stalk and posses out there only love and always thinking that if one day they will see this they will be scared but they themselves don't know the person whom they craves they crave them too.. like a possesion.. Some may see it like shackles but they don't..... What usually anyone think about monster usually.. People say monsters live under the bed. But no one talks about the ones who learn how to look normal. Eli and Mira don't fall in love loudly. They fall in love through watching, memorizing, and noticing what no one else does. What begins as curiosity turns into recognition, and recognition turns into something neither of them wants to lose. This is not a story about being saved. It's a story about finding someone who mirrors your obsession and calls it love. Because sometimes the monster under the bed isn't there to hurt you. Sometimes, it's there to stay. - Silent Phantom I thought loving you quietly was safer. I memorized your habits, your silence, your sadness. I thought I was the monster. Until I caught you watching me the same way. Turns out, monsters don't fall in love with normal people. They fall in love with mirrors.

Content Warning: This story contains sensitive material including descriptions of war trauma, psychological and physical violence, torture, blood, bullying, dehumanization, xenophobia, and brief depictions of a brutal beating. Reader discretion is advised. After decades of war, peace has returned to Vareth-except for the weapons that won it. Noctan, a former Echo forged for battle, now lives quietly in a forest clearing, shunned by the villagers he once protected. When Oren, a curious young man from the nearby village, begins to visit, Noctan experiences something new: acceptance. Maybe even friendship. But history cannot be rewritten overnight, and one haunting story is all it takes to ruin everything. When Oren is brutalized by those meant to protect him, Noctan must decide how far he's willing to go to defend the one person who saw him as more than a monster. A bittersweet tale of quiet healing, buried violence, and the long road toward redemption. He was made for war. But now, he chooses who he fights for.

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

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.

Some feelings don't fit in a sentence. This is a collection of those-thoughts that ache, moments that hover at midnight, and the weight of being expected to believe in things you're still questioning. These are not poems. Not stories either. Just truths, dressed in silence. As I call it Church of the Unsaid.

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 love story. This is a survival story. A healing story. A story for the ones who never said it out loud, but always felt it too deeply. If you're one of them - welcome home. She was never just "quiet." She was a wildfire trapped inside a diary- folded thoughts, stitched lips, and a voice too afraid to echo. Everyone admired her strength. No one saw the weight. This isn't a love story. It's the journey of a girl who bled her truth into poems, masked her pain behind metaphors, and slowly... gently... learned how to un-silence herself. If you've ever felt too much, cared too deeply, or hidden too long- this is your story too.

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.

Prologue the spin The bottle spun quietly in the center of the circle, catching firelight on its side like it was in no rush to choose. Outside, the world was cold. But in here-by the fireplace, six people and too many secrets sat cross-legged in a room too warm, too still. The bottle slowed. Then stopped. On her. Of course. She didn't flinch. Not quite. But she didn't smile either. Across from her, he watched. Not newly-but still. Like he never really stopped. His legs stretched out. Red cup in hand. Hood half-down. Eyes unreadable. He didn't react. Didn't blink. Because he already knew. "So... who was your first kiss?" The words floated into the firelit silence like they belonged there. Her heart thudded once, hard. They didn't know. Not about the hallway. Not about him. Not about the moment that rearranged her. He hadn't told. Neither had she. She felt the words rise anyway. Sharp. Hot. Heavy. Then-quietly, without looking up- she said the only word she could trust: "Pass."

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.

Smoke & Silence is a collection of poems that shines a light on the quiet parts of life. It looks at what comes after a storm. It touches on feelings we often keep to ourselves and the memories we can't forget. The poems are like smoke-light but meaningful. They capture love, loss, and the feeling of missing someone. This book is for anyone who finds beauty in solitude. It's for those who find poetry in stillness and listen to the whispers of silence.

His routine kept him numb. Her magic woke him up. Now reality is falling apart.

A collection of poems written between heartbreak and obsession, hunger and devotion, fear and longing. These are the words I never said out loud - the ones that kept me awake, the ones that buried me seven feet beneath myself.

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.