Teardrops Stories

VEER SINGH AGNIHOTRI Cold. Controlled. Cursed. Once a boy who believed in love. Now a man carved from loss. He returned to the world he swore he'd burn- his father's blood-soaked empire, the mafia throne he never wanted. Meera Shah's death buried his heart. And now, all that remains is a storm that doesn't feel... Until her. --- KAVYA RATHORE Muted in voice. Screaming in soul. She laughs like she doesn't know pain-and lives like she's made of it. Graceful in her silks, sharp behind her silence. Everyone thinks she's quiet. No one knows she's pretending. --- He's never heard her voice. She's never shown her truth. In a world of guns, grief, and ghosts, can unspoken love still echo loud?

This is a story I wrote about the first time I saw my boyfriend cry and how it broke my heart.

~"Let your tears fall from your eyes, because it is the best way to remove the pain from your heart."~

this dream didn't feel like a dream. I believe it might be a vision or a forshadow. I'll add on to the book

A short story of a girl who faced difficult in love. she can die for him

this is a story i wrote last year, but i figured i might as well post it here :)

Every tears cost me an ink. Every ink keep me sane. My sanity make me live another day...

the earths fragile heart broke one day after you left and guess who had to glue it back together.

Miyoshi panget. Written in Filipino-English language. (Taglish) Date Started: July 17, 2024 Date Finished:

His life is full of painful wounds that even the strongest dose of drug can't heal. He is an orphan. His life was nothing but a taste of hell that he was born in the ending of his family's existence. He is tired. Tears have always been part of his sleepless nights because nightmares appear even in the daytime. There is only one way to escape from this tired and beaten soul. The end. A Short Story

Who IS the murderer?

hii its me ali most known as myizku, this story might traumatize you but read it at ur own risk💀🤭 lets get into it! my names Scarlett im 17 years old my father died when i was just 11 and my mother left my father a couple weeks before he died. all i had left was my fathers money and my friends. (You can gladly hit me up on tt myizku🤭JOKE) ❗⛔this story contains some 18+ parts and Some that could acc make you sad⛔❗ i hope you enjoy! Thanks🙉

It is ok to break down. Let it out before it breaks you. You don't have to let everyone knows about it. Just let yourself heal your own wound.

more poems. because i can.

truth hurts.