Tragicbeauty Stories

"Fame is the prettiest poison - and love is the deadliest of them all." At Haneul University of Arts, talent is worshipped, and perfection is law. The corridors echo with ambition, whispers of scandals, and the ghosts of broken dreams. Beneath the façade of beauty and brilliance, idols-in-training hide their sins behind smiles and shattered glass hearts. Kang Taehyun-controlled, brilliant, and detached-is a prodigy who never falters. Every move, every word, every breath is calculated perfection. But behind his polished image lies a quiet hunger for something real... something untainted. Enter Choi Beomgyu-reckless, magnetic, and dangerously unpredictable. The golden boy who doesn't follow rules, only breaks them. When he transfers to Haneul and becomes Taehyun's performance partner, sparks ignite-too bright, too fast, too forbidden. What begins as rivalry turns into obsession. Between late-night rehearsals, whispered confessions, and music that bleeds vulnerability, they begin to unravel each other's carefully built façades. But in a world where every secret is currency and every emotion a weakness, love isn't salvation-it's self-destruction. As Yeonjun and Soobin's quiet tension simmers beneath unspoken words, and San and Wooyoung's passion flares like wildfire, the walls of Haneul begin to crack. Behind every smile lies a secret. Behind every dream, a sacrifice. Because in the end- to love is to fall... and not everyone survives the fall.

🌑 In a world where sirens sing to control oceans... she is the silence that controls nothing yet changes everything. by Andria Karunarathne

a tale of silent kinship, fragile divinity, and redemption born of sorrow.

Anatolio - Tales of Apollo Pride built him up. Mercy will break him down. Once revered as the golden god of music and light, Apollo finds himself drowning in vanity, drunk on praise and beauty - until Zeus casts him down in a storm of divine fury. Stripped of power, of name, of warmth, Apollo awakens in the body of a beggar, cursed to suffer among the mortals he once ignored. In a poverty-stricken village, freezing and alone, he meets a woman with nothing - except the strength to shelter a stranger and the heart to ask the gods not for herself, but for her children. Now voiceless, nameless, and unknown, Apollo must walk among humans and learn the weight of compassion, sacrifice, and humility. But as his mortal soul begins to stir... the sun inside him is not so easily snuffed out. 🌓 A tale of divine fall and human grace. Of broken gods and unbroken hearts. 💫 He will rise again. But first, he must kneel.

Duty is sharp. Devotion sharper. In a world of discipline, honor, and shadowed halls, Lan Wangji's quiet devotion with Xie Lian hides a bond that should never exist. Every glance, every wordless moment carries the weight of unspoken feelings. A story of loyalty, restraint, and the kind of connection that can't be named aloud. -🌟- #wuxia #xianxia #chinesefantasy #darkfiction #forbiddenbond #platoniclove #emotionalwriting #haunting #poeticprose #loneliness

"Congratulations on the new role, Mas Tony. But tell me... why take it? Was it just for the optics? Or was it purely viral-based? Since when did you join the circle?" Tony's voice remained a steady anchor. "The President asked. I didn't have the luxury of saying no." Without a word, Mayang flipped open her laptop, revealing a grim mosaic of data. "The logging in Bukit Barisan, the flawed concessions, the shell companies used by forest barons-" Tony exhaled, the words slipping out before he could weigh them. "Yes, I know... this is about deforestation, isn't it?" He regretted it the moment it left his lips. The air shifted. Mayang's gaze ignited with a cold fire; he had just oversimplified her life's work. She didn't lash out. Instead, she looked at the sweet cake on his plate. With a movement so graceful-reminiscent of a leading lady in a high-society wedding scene-Mayang took the plate, cut a small piece, and lifted the fork to Tony's mouth. Tony froze. Detesting a scene, he played along. He accepted the cake. The sweetness flooded his palate, but the atmosphere remained frigid. "Do you like it?" Mayang asked, her tone soft, her eyes like ice. "Yes... it's sweet." "Sweet?" Mayang set the plate down. "Do you have diabetes, Mas?" "No. Why?" Mayang leaned in, locking her eyes onto his. "What you are about to do is treat a small scrape with expensive medicine, while ignoring a chronic case of diabetes. The crimes of the forest barons upstream-that is the disease that will rot the entire body before it kills it. If you are only here to heal the scrape, you aren't an architect of resilience." She paused, her voice a sharp blade. "You're just the clean-up crew they hired to sanitize their conscience." Tony went still. The sweetness in his mouth turned to ash. He realized then: the woman across from him wasn't just a stubborn activist. She was the fusion of integrity and raw power he desperately needed to survive the storm. Happy Reading!

What remains of a voice once it has burned for someone else? What have love's teeth etched amidst my soul? A collection of fragments stitched from longing, ruin, scent, music and sound. Each piece a ghost reaching for the warmth that scorched it. Echoes navigating the tender wreckage of desire, memory, and identity through layered, sensory writing. I am quite unsure of what I'm doing here, this work will be an amalgam of random spurs of inspiration. The lamentation of a few flaps of skin stitched together by circumstances and attempting to appear human.. Language can be and will be : english, french, italian, german, portuguese - it'll depend on the inspiration that'll come expire on a blank page.

He never quite belonged. Not to the city. Not to her. Not even to his own reflection. A man, nameless in his final moment, bleeds into the soil beneath a twilight sky-wounded not just in flesh, but in the quiet, constant way that life wounds the misfit soul. He is the ghost of a song lyric. A living ache. A whisper carried too far. And now, in a field that neither judges nor remembers, he waits for the last breath to fade from his chest. ⸻ Inspired by the haunting melancholy of Radiohead's "Creep" and "Let Down," this standalone poetic piece captures a dying man's final thoughts as he slips from the world-alone, forgotten, and yet strangely seen in the stillness of nature. The story does not romanticize death, but it does stare it in the face and find something quietly transcendent: the chemical reaction of blood meeting dirt. The bittersweet hope of someday growing wings. The beauty of unbecoming. For those who've ever felt alien in their own skin... For those who've ever wanted to disappear, but imagined becoming something more instead... This story is not a solution. It's a moment. A funeral hymn for the ones who leave gently, but not without meaning.

*first story ever please be kind, just writing for fun* People say that we are all born equal, but ever since quirks appeared, it is now known that some are just born to be someone. We are not the same some are born to have the spotlight, born gorgeous, born strong, born to be someone great and destined to always shine, even when not wanting it. (Y/n) didn't want it but instead made a mistake and was swept by the media, and UA now knowing who she is, want her to become a hero.

*The Men from Mumbai* is an emotional, character-driven story about four friends - Rohan, Aarav, Imran, and Sid - who meet in college and build an unbreakable bond while chasing their dreams in Mumbai. It explores how friendship becomes both refuge and redemption in a city that tests everyone's limits. At its heart, the story follows Rohan, a quiet law student hiding a painful past of abuse and abandonment. As he builds a successful career, his trauma quietly shapes his relationships and choices. His friends - Aarav, the ambitious actor; Imran, the practical and compassionate corporate worker; and Sid, the free-spirited artist - each grow into their own lives, yet their friendship remains the single thread tying them together through love, loss, and healing. The narrative moves through years of moving meditation on male vulnerability, mental health, and the silent strength of companionship. It depicts how love, even after loss, continues to live on through memory and transformation. Wouldchanging fortunes and emotional struggles, showing how success cannot erase pain and how true friendship endures even when words fail. When Rohan's internal battles lead to tragedy, his three friends transform their grief into purpose - keeping his memory alive through acts of kindness and art.

⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains emotional themes including grief, trauma, identity loss, and cosmic violence. While not graphic, it explores intense moments of loss, power, and transformation that may be heavy for sensitive readers. Recommended for readers 16+. 🌌 Seora: The Starborn Flame 🌌 She fell from the stars like a forgotten god-now she must rise as something entirely new. Aurellithe Vael'Serin was born in the heart of a dying sun, a being of celestial fire and gravitational power-last of the Starborn, a race wiped out in silence and flame. When she crashes to Earth in a beam of light and ash, the world changes... and so does she. Raised by monks in the quiet Korean mountains, she is given a name-Seora-and a chance to learn what it means to be human. As she trains in martial discipline and begins to feel the strange depths of mortal emotion, Seora must confront the truth: her power is limitless, but her purpose is not. When a force from beyond the stars returns to claim her, and her only teacher falls protecting her, Seora is faced with a choice that will define the fate of both Earth and herself. She was born to destroy. But she chooses to protect. Even if it costs her everything. ✨ A cosmic fantasy of identity, discipline, and becoming. For fans of celestial mythology, emotional storytelling, and radiant, powerful heroines.

In the cursed region of Evia, where forests bleed and villages pray to gods that never answer, there lies a town forever marked by tragedy: Vaneka. For generations, supernatural creatures -lunar vampires, mud witches, werewolves, and ancient horrors- have ravaged its fields, consumed its prayers, and drained its history of hope. But now, someone walks among the bones. A woman. A hunter. A curse made flesh. Damira Jerovic, also called Damara, Damar, Damaris, Damra... She is Vaneka's final answer. Skin pale as porcelain. Eyes red as cursed embers. Hair as black as a falling shadow. And a rifle loaded with redemption. They call her the Vampireya, but she is neither saint nor monster- Damira is the blade that cuts the impossible. Surrounded by a forest teeming with enemies -the Malkian, the cosmic entity Zoryax, and the obsessive werewolf Valmor Luarcão- and a village that fears her more than it fears its own executioners, Damira becomes myth, weapon, and ruin. This book contains elegies, poetic visions, dark tales, and the testament of a woman who does not fight for glory... but because no one else will. A gothic horror story of cursed love, impossible redemption, and obsessions that leave no survivors. A cross soaked in blood. A scream Vaneka never dared to voice.

In an ancient, cursed kingdom buried under a dying sun, Princess Wen Huolian is destined to fulfill a prophecy - to destroy the Dragon Lord, Nie Mingjue, and end an age-old curse. But when she flees her forced marriage and the dragon hunts her down, she discovers that prophecy and truth are not the same. Mingjue is not her enemy - he is the curse itself, punished by the gods to live with a heart bound beneath the earth. Huolian's fire was created to kill him... or to free him. In a world where gods fear love more than chaos, Huolian chooses defiance. Together, she and Mingjue burn the heavens, break the chains of fate, and pay the price for freedom - her life for his eternity. Centuries later, in the modern world, a young artist named Lian Wen paints the face of a man she's never met - and dreams of fire and wings. When a stranger with golden eyes visits her exhibition, history begins to repeat itself, and destiny sparks once more. Because some loves are not written in time - they are forged in flame.

This is a story of a dog's love, loyalty, and devotion - an attempt to capture the life of a homeless creature bound by both suffering and grace.

Roses are more than beauty-they are desire, betrayal, and destruction.In this hauntingly lyrical collection, Roses weaves a tapestry of love's most intoxicating and devastating truths. Through symbolic and evocative verse, it explores the fragile balance between passion and pain, beauty and deception. Each poem peels back the petals of longing, revealing the hidden thorns of heartbreak, obsession, and the inevitable ruin love often leaves behind. For readers who find solace in the raw emotional depths of dark poetry about love and pain, Roses is a journey through the intoxicating highs of desire and the crushing lows of betrayal. This collection resonates with lovers of romantic poetry on heartbreak and loss. If you have ever loved deeply, lost painfully, or questioned the nature of passion itself, Roses will speak to you. Perfect for fans of: ✔️ Philosophical reflections on human nature ✔️ Poetry that captures passion, love, and destrution.

Born into the powerful Winchester bloodline, Quincy has always lived in the shadow of her family's empire. Fierce, stubborn, and unafraid to fight for her place, she navigates love, betrayal, and the unrelenting weight of legacy-all while protecting the one thing that matters most to her: her daughter. But in a world ruled by loyalty and blood, freedom comes at a price... This is Book 1 of this series Book 2 will be about iris and we Will uncover more hidden things that was a mystery in the first book

After the death of her mother, Aphrodite, Y/N's life begins to fall apart. Her father, Hermes, is no longer the man he used to be, leaving her to navigate grief, unwanted attention, and the burden of powers she never asked for. With a beauty that draws everyone in and a voice that can bend others to her will, Y/N struggles to feel in control of her own life. Once, there was only one place she truly felt at home: Asgard. And one person who made it feel that way. Loki. After years of distance, Y/N finally returns to Asgard for the annual ball, hoping to reconnect with the best friend she never forgot.

"He painted her from a dream-never knowing she'd wake up and change everything." Luca Valentine has everything a man could want-wealth, looks, and a future paved in gold by his powerful, high-society parents. But none of it matters. Beneath the designer suits and forced smiles lies a lonely soul who would trade his inheritance for a canvas and a quiet studio. What he truly craves isn't boardrooms or backroom deals-but the freedom to create. At 23, Luca's secret sanctuary is a hidden art studio above a sleepy little coffee shop, where his real friends-artists and dreamers-see him for who he is: kind, funny, and emotionally guarded. His masterpiece? A breathtaking portrait of a woman he's never met-mysterious, radiant, and hauntingly familiar. She's just paint and fantasy... or so he believes. When Luca's controlling parents deliver an ultimatum-marry by his next birthday or lose the family legacy-he spirals. Alone with his thoughts and his painting, he whispers his sorrows to the canvas. That night, a storm cracks the sky... and Eliora, the woman from the painting, steps into his world. She's real. Alive. And everything he's ever longed for. But the miracle comes with questions. Who is Eliora? Where did she come from? Why does her presence bend the rules of reality? As Luca and Eliora grow closer, sparks fly-romantic, emotional, and magical. But not everyone is pleased. Vanessa Hart, a cunning young woman at his family's firm, has her eyes on Luca-and his fortune. When she discovers Eliora's otherworldly origin, the claws come out. Jealousy turns dangerous, and the line between love and obsession begins to blur. Now Luca must navigate a world where art and life collide, secrets unravel, and his heart is caught between destiny and duty. To protect Eliora, he must uncover the truth behind her existence-and face the ultimate question: Would you follow love... even if it led you into another world?

"He learned to live unseen. She refused to look away." Harrow Estate is beautiful. Silent. Untouched. Perfect. And quietly cruel. Hidden within its walls is Lord Elian Harrow-a blind young nobleman left to exist in the shadows of his own home, neglected by those meant to serve him. He has learned not to ask for help. Not to expect kindness. Not to be seen. Until her. Athelia is only a maid-new, unimportant, and far too gentle for a place like this. But where others overlook him, she doesn't. Where they neglect, she notices. And where Elian has learned to disappear- She refuses to let him. What begins as simple duty slowly becomes something neither of them is prepared for: quiet trust, soft moments, and a fragile kind of hope. But Harrow Estate does not welcome change. And the deeper Athelia looks, the more she begins to realize- Some silences are intentional. Some cruelty is hidden. And some people were never meant to be saved.