Strangerstofriends Stories

Lacey Johnson is starting her junior year of highschool in a new county. New people, new expectations, new surroundings, the whole nine-yards. In hopes to building new relationships with her peers, Lacey tries to work through her awkward personality to truly experience the young adult life she's always longed for. ˚⋅˖* ⊱❀⊰ *˖⋅˚ Lacey Johnson likes to think of herself as a well-rounded, outgoing, and fairly optimistic person. Despite all that, she seems to have a small issue...she's awkward. Unbearably awkward. Awkward to such an extent that people can't help but disregard Lacey's presence to avoid her seemingly unsure and frivolous nature. Lacey can only hope that someone can work through her bulky demeanor to sincerely understand her true nature. Perhaps Lacey can have one good thing. Brendan Silver likes to think of himself as a calm, collected, and down-to-earth kind of guy. His lack of concerns makes it easy for people to latch onto him, however there are only a few people he truly keeps close. Brendan is content with where life has taken him, but there's some tiny piece that he feels is missing. A special someone. Someone who can make his stomach flutter and his heart skip a beat. Brendan longs to find that person, hoping and praying that life will lead him to his missing piece. Brendan has a feeling it'll be sometime soon.

Denise loses her sister and meets Harvey on the same day.

18+? (Regardless you're not gonna listen but I'll put it here js for fun) Book 1 of Promises~ ♡♡♡ Stephanie Villa was a runaway of the typical sort. She, on the contrary, was not typical at all. Tired of her story filling itself with lines of lies and hurt, she leaves. And, this. This would likely be the best and worst thought she's ever followed through with. Being in possession of clouded identity, fake reality, and pent-up emotion could reduce a person to their truth, after all. ♡♡♡ ❥LOVE ❥ADDICTION ❥GRIEF ❥LOSS ❥UNDERSTANDING ❥DESPERATION ❥CALCULATION ♡♡♡ Cutie Quotes: "You understand I'm going to kill you, correct?" He questions, with a sickening sense of confidence coating is rasp, assured voice. "I've accepted it, yes." I say, giving him a weak, sarcastic smirk. "Hey...aren't you famous." She says, stone-faced. She's on the edge of lisping her words together, but she seems to experienced to show it. "I'll give you fifty bucks to not scream my name." I don't care about crazed fans, that isn't why I'm running. "Where's my fifty bucks?" She drawls, slightly raising her eyebrows. "Jet, I'm fucked." I let out a breathy laugh, in failed attempts to mask the raging thoughts filling my mind. "Utterly fucked." I whisper. "What's yours is mine." He sighs, getting up.

She's cheer co-captain and one of Hawkins It girls. He's the leader of a Dungeons and Dragons club and Hawkins' residence freak/ loser. However, she wasn't entirely who she let on to be. The only major difference between them was their social status in and out of school. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: includes explicit language, sexual activity, violence, mentions of abuse, self harm, alcohol, smoking, drug use, murder, and mentions suicide.

The Vipers where one of the most sought after bounty hunters of the entire galaxy. But when one is found on a planet on the outer rim the clones find her making her way into their hearts and ranks. Elira Braide is the best of the best so when she joins the ranks of the 501st legion what could possibly go wrong?

​"You know this is kidnapping, right?" "Not when you know the location, and can leave at will." "I am literally being dragged there!" "Your point?" -----------‐---------------------------------------------------------- Getting my phone snatched by a stranger at the metro station was supposed to be a one-time disaster. Offering him skincare advice off the internet to make him stop crying was supposed to be the end of it. But Vihaan doesn't do "one-time disasters." Unfortunately for me... he decided to become a permanent one. He talks too much. Smiles too easily. Invades my personal space like a hobby. Drags me wherever he wants. And somehow... I let him. I keep telling myself he's just an annoying stranger with no concept of personal boundaries. He' convinced we're friends. He's wrong. ...or at least he was supposed to be. Instead he's slowly becoming my favourite inconvenience. And before I realize it... between stolen phones, chocolate cake, handwritten letters and endless cups of coffee... he starts becoming my conmfort place. My home.

It was just a vacation, Bringing love along wasn't planned...

Woonhak: You're not Han Jihoon? Taesan: No, I'm not, you idiot. Taesan received a random text from a stranger. Initially, he planned to block the chatterbox, but somehow, he found himself replying to him every day.

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

‼️RATED MATURE FOR MENTIONS OF ABUSE‼️ "You were my one chance at a normal life..." He was a boy who had taken too much jobs but speaks too little about himself. She was a girl who had wandered too much but left too little hope for her future. Their worlds collide one day when misfortune chases the both of them into a common corner, and from then on, both their fates refused to part ways. But as unfortunate as they both may be, their misfortune might just be what leads them to their luckiest charms. [Tw.: mentions of abuse, neglect, and mental health issues.]

Some people meet because they're destined to. Others meet because someone missed a train. What begins as an unexpected journey slowly turns into a story neither Meher Sharma nor Abeer Singh ever saw coming.

A story that doesn't begin with love... it begins with chance. With small, unnoticed moments... a seat taken by coincidence, a glance that lasted a second longer, a conversation that wasn't supposed to happen. And somehow, those little accidents kept finding their way back-turning strangers into friends, and friends into something deeper... Something they never really named. Maybe that's what made it real - That some connections don't need closeness to survive. They didn't come back to each other with grand moments or perfect timing. It was simple... almost ordinary. Until one day, in the middle of nothing special, she felt it-this wasn't just comfort anymore. It was deeper, softer, and a little frightening. And she said it. Not perfectly, not with certainty... just honestly, the way feelings arrive when they've been waiting too long. What followed wasn't a fairytale. It was something quieter... something that felt like truth. Staying back a little longer than necessary... finding reasons in small conversations... turning fleeting minutes into something that felt enough. It wasn't about having all the time in the world - It was about making whatever time they had, matter. But with a kind of choice that doesn't need to be spoken every day. Because some stories don't survive on being together all the time - They survive on being understood, even in absence. This isn't a story about endings. It's about how not every distance is a loss. Sometimes, it's just a different way of holding on. Somewhere in this, you'll find a piece of your own story - The one that never really ended... just paused, waiting to be understood differently. Aryan... isn't a character. He is real. This isn't just fiction. It's a story that lived... and still does. Some stories are written. Some are lived. And this one... still is.

- 「 ✦ 𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 ✦ 」- 𝐀 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 -𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑮𝒖𝒉𝒐𝒐 never believed in filmy coincidences. Trains were just trains, journeys were just journeys - until a wrong coach, a long-hour ride, and a boy with the softest smile turned her ordinary trip into something she couldn't name. 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂 wasn't looking for love. As a young rookie journalist chasing stories for The Daily Chronicles, all he wanted was a headline-worthy piece - not a girl with messy hair, starry eyes, and a kind of chaos that spells trouble in capital letters. But somewhere between endless cups of chai, stolen glances, and silly arguments, the journey stopped feeling like just a journey. When a mix-up in seat numbers forces them to share the same berth, will those long hours write a story worth keeping or will everything end when the train finally stops? ────୨ৎ──── 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 :- 24/03/26 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 :-

"I've learned that strangers sometimes arrive exactly when they're needed."

This isn't just a love story. It's a story of friendships that fell apart, dreams that demanded sacrifices, and people who slowly became strangers.

In which two kpop idols collaborate for their upcoming awards show. Each dance practice is filed with sweat and hard work but what will happen if one of them suddenly develops feelings

A story of coming-of-age and discovering self and love.

Althea enjoys living by herself, there are no expectations, no rules, and no secrets. * * * "You talk in your sleep," it read, written clearly in the condensation of her mirror. * * * "Well I would hope so, I don't read for nothing." * * * "Promise?" "Promise." * * * Caden wrapped his arms around the small, sobbing girl, holding her close as he watched the sun set. * * * She closed her eyes, clenching her fists. * * * ALL INDIVIDUAL PICTURES USED AREN'T MINE

My name is Arny Parsons. I like to sleep and scroll through tiktok. Last year I had friends. Things were very different, I guess, but that's all over now. Now there's Phantom. And Danny. I don't know what Phantom and trying to do. And I don't care about Danny. I really don't. ... Meeting new people can always take you to unexpected places. Can make you feel unexpected things. When everyday is the same, until it isn't. When you want to do something. Want to live. Want to feel ...but don't know how to do that. That is until you meet someone, you shows you the way.

This is the story of Yamato Mirai, a special girl, who had the bad luck of growing up in a village, in which she would be feared. Being different and special, she always hated those words. She often wished that she didn't have this ability, which was often more a curse than a blessing. But she was born this way and if she wanted or not, she could see curses, which normal humans couldn't. After almost giving up and being ready to die, she gets a new chance at life. Building her first real relationships with the Jujutsu High students. (This all starts around the time Shoko, Geto and Gojo are still students too)