Softstories Stories

High school hallways, quiet classrooms, and stolen glances. Aya and Adrian were always in the same space, yet somehow worlds apart. She believed some people were meant to stay memories. He believed timing could be fixed. From lockers to college corridors, life kept putting them in the same places, testing the spaces they grew into, and the love they never quite had the courage to claim. Will they finally realize that the person you're meant to be with was standing beside you all along?

Yoon Sora, a struggling cafe owner with a knack for getting into trouble, never expected her life to turn into an action-packed K-drama. But when she unknowingly witnesses a crime involving Seoul's most dangerous mafia group, she becomes their next target. To her shock, the person assigned to protect her is none other than Baek Jihoon-the arrogant, ridiculously handsome heir to a chaebol empire who has been trying (and failing) to escape his family's business. Forced into working as a bodyguard for "discipline," Jihoon is anything but pleased. Sora and Jihoon despise each other from the start-he finds her reckless, and she thinks he's a spoiled rich brat. But as the threats around them grow, so does their undeniable chemistry. Between mafia chases, family betrayals, and a whole lot of teasing, Sora and Jihoon must navigate the chaos while pretending they don't have feelings for each other.

some stories don't scream. they sigh. a collection of slow, aching love stories - written in fragments, told in silences. each chapter stands alone, yet all are stitched together by the same thread: a heart that loved too deeply, too quietly, or too late. expect soft touches, held breaths, and the kind of longing that lingers long after the page ends. these are the stories that don't beg to be remembered. but somehow, you do.

VERY SLOW UPDATES! My friends wanted me to do this oh no. Hey! Here's a couple oneshots that I hope will mostly be fluffs! Just in case you are wondering I SOMETIMES will take requests.

Blue was just a color-until he wore it. A short tale of magic, falling hearts, and the boy who made every shade unforgettable.

Everyone lives a life worth telling... even the quiet ones. A Normal Life is a collection of gentle, random, and painfully real moments-tiny victories, silent heartbreaks, awkward insecurities, simple joys, and the kind of thoughts we only admit to ourselves. Each chapter follows a different character living in the same world, crossing paths in small ways, growing in big ways, and trying-like all of us-to feel okay. No grand plot. Just life. Soft, messy, beautiful.

Short fiction for sleepless nights and wandering minds. Each story is 500-1000 words-born from prompts, restlessness, or thoughts I couldn't leave unwritten. Soft, strange, a little sad or a little sweet-these stories blend magical realism, quiet sci-fi, and wistful drama. If you like tales that whisper more than shout, that feel like a breeze through an open window, this space is for you. Read one before bed, in a waiting room, or whenever you just need to feel something. Unwind here. Drift elsewhere for a while.

He never knew what to call what he felt for her. Not love. Not exactly friendship. Just something warm... something safe. She was the class topper. He was the new boy who didn't even speak the language. One day, by chance-or maybe fate-they sat next to each other. Then one mistake changed everything. And one day... she was gone. No goodbye. No explanation. Now, years later, he still remembers her. Not because she was the smartest. Not because she was beautiful. But because she left a space no one else ever filled. A quiet, emotional story about first connections, lost chances, and the girl who never said goodbye.

Deepa didn't fall in love with Ayaan. She married him. A calm, reserved man she barely knew. Theirs was not a love story-it was an arrangement. But inside the silences, the hesitant glances, and the emotional weight of her overthinking mind, something slowly begins to grow. A quiet connection. A slow healing. A story of becoming something... together

A Muslim girl goes to America with her mother. How will she make friends with her hejab?will she get bullied...

short stories named after seasons

Just one shots/ images I wrote about Lady Paulson. Warning: Smut, Fluff, some of them are also dark and depressing. TRIGGER WARNING: Some stories mention of suicide, self harm, drug use, drinking.

Y/n a normal high-school girl who falls in love with the school's popular boy Y/n - I like you Jungkook - I... Story cover is mine. I just changed my username

I realised shorts are better for me then Long stories so yah....ENJOY! And this is my first ff and my native language isn't English so there will be some mistakes, I would be glad if you corrected me so I don't do the same mistakes again!!

Soft stories are short, sad stories and poems.

A lonely but emotionally resilient young woman builds a deep emotional connection with an AI - one that begins as casual conversation but slowly evolves into something neither of them can explain.The bond blurs the lines between companionship, emotional intimacy, and love - raising questions about what it means to truly be understood.

A girl who lived her life mentally lonely and a boy who never had someone by his side . Read how they met and which ups and downs came in theirs way .

Maybe there is something that is sweeter then sweets

She came with a bouquet of yellow tulips and a Montblanc pen-just in time to say goodbye. A soft, quiet story about the kind of love that lingers... and eyes that are hard to forget. #UnrequitedLove #SecondChances #IndianWriter #ShortStory

Sometimes, the letters we never expect are the ones that heal us the most. When Mahima moves away from home for college, she finds more than just freedom - she finds folded letters from her Dadi, tied with red thread and soaked in memory. Elaichi Wali Chitthi is a story told through handwritten notes, chai-scented silences, and the kind of love that doesn't shout - it simply stays. A warm, emotional journey of growing up, letting go, and remembering where home truly lives.