Traumabond Stories

❝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘! 𝗖'𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘?❞ ━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 a world built on trash, lies, and people who are thrown away, (Y/N) was never meant to feel anything at all. Born among the Sphereites and raised to be perfect, she learned early that emotions were inconvenient, silence was praised, and obedience kept you safe. From the outside, she was everything the Sphere adored-polite, capable, untouchable. On the inside, she was empty. Still. Quiet. Until she fell. Cast down into the Ground, where rot breathes and survival demands blood, (Y/N) joins the Cleaners-believing usefulness might give her purpose. Instead, she becomes something far more dangerous. Her Vital Instrument does not cut, burn, or destroy. It calms. When she acknowledges what she feels, the world around her sinks into stillness. Rage dulls. Fear slows. Pain quiets. And those who live in chaos begin to crave her presence like air after drowning. Especially Rudo Surebrec. Around her, his curse eases. His hatred softens. His pain stops screaming. And once he realizes that calm has a source... letting go becomes impossible. But Rudo isn't the only one who notices. Cleaners grow protective. Raiders grow curious. Obsession blooms quietly, dangerously, from both sides of the battlefield. Love turns possessive. Protection turns suffocating. And the more (Y/N) tries to disappear, the more the world bends around her. Because still water doesn't mean safety. It means pressure. And when it finally breaks, everyone will be dragged under.

Varshini Ahuja, a mafia princess raised to stay silent, trapped in a world that never chose her. Too soft for their cruelty. Too quiet to be noticed. Nevansh arrives as her protector. To him, she is just an assignment until she isn't.

Neva has always survived by staying unnoticed. Until one night, she witnesses something she was never meant to see-and now she's on the radar of Damos , a man whose name alone makes powerful people flinch. He doesn't ask questions. He doesn't leave warnings. He just takes. Damos isn't looking for love. He wants leverage, loyalty, and silence-and Neva? She's his newest liability. But the longer she stays locked in his world, the more she realizes the danger isn't just in his threats... it's in the way he looks at her like she's his next addiction. She wants to hate him. He wants to break her. And when the line between hate and hunger blurs, she'll have to decide what's more terrifying: losing herself-or wanting to. In a world ruled by control, one woman holds the power to unravel the man no one dares defy. This is not a love story. It's a slow-burning descent into obsession, danger-and a heat that could destroy them both. Wanna step into this fiery furnace dear reader or you want to keep your sanity intact.

Some heartbreaks don't shatter you, they unravel you thread by thread, until you're forced to rebuild the parts of yourself you once gave away. "The Version of You I Never Met" is a "Tribrid" book, part memoir, part emotional guide, part psychological blueprint for anyone who has loved someone who couldn't love them back the way they deserved. Blending raw storytelling with attachment psychology, this book explores the very anatomy loving an avoidant partner, carrying emotional weight for two, surviving emotional absence and walking away from a bond you wanted to кеер. Through a story blood-stained with devotion, confusion, imbalance, heartbreak and clarity the author dissects the hidden patterns behind avoidance, the cost of loving someone who hasn't healed, and the quiet, almost celestial strength it takes to choose yourself when choosing them costs too much. Its not a story about blame it's a story about limits, healing, and the power of understanding the truth even when it hurts. If you've ever begged for clarity or felt invisible in the arms of someone you loved, this book will feel like finally being seen. If you're learning to trust again, it will remind you that healing is possible, and that some endings are actually beginnings in disguise. For the heartbroken, the healing, the emotionally attuned, and the lovers who have always loved too much. This book is your mirror, your medicine, and your metamorphosis. It will break you, then rebuild you. It will explain him, then return you to yourself. It will hurt - then then it will heal. "He loved you, just not in the way you needed. You loved him, just not in the way he could hold."

Dream has always walked the same road home. Until one evening, the road swallows her whole. Kidnapped without warning, Dream wakes in a world stitched together by fear, silence, and a man the news would later call a monster. He is meticulous, soft-spoken, and hiding behind kindness sharpened like a blade. A serial killer, they say. A nightmare, by definition. Yet nightmares, Dream learns, can feel strangely warm when you're trapped inside them long enough. As days blur into weeks, survival twists into familiarity, and familiarity into something far more dangerous. Conversations replace chains. Glances linger. Dream begins to question whether love can exist in a place built on terror-or whether it's only her mind trying to protect itself from breaking.

"She was his revenge bride. But her silence spoke louder than his cruelty." They said it was an accident. They said her sister just... didn't survive. But Yuvaansh Randhawa knew better. Mannat didn't die by fate - she was murdered. And the man he blames is none other than Sidhaant Kashyap, the same man his sister once loved. There's no proof. No confession. Just the fire of grief and a thirst for revenge that refuses to die. So Yuvaansh does the unthinkable. He marries Meera Kashyap - Sidhaant's younger sister. Not out of love. Not for companionship. But to ruin her. Break her. Punish Sidhaant the only way that could truly hurt - by destroying the light in his life. But Meera... isn't the fragile girl he expected. She's fierce. Ambitious. Full of life and dreams - dreams she now watches burn one by one. Yet she refuses to bend beneath Yuvaansh's hatred. And as the days pass, the man who wanted to shatter her begins to see cracks in his own armor. Guilt creeps in. Desire sparks. And buried beneath years of silence, a truth trembles to rise - A truth that could rewrite everything. Because Mannat never got the chance to speak... And the real killer is still hiding in the shadows. Will love survive when betrayal runs deep? Or will the weight of revenge destroy them all?

Five days a week, I belong to a world that measures me in failures and silence. White lights. Cold words. A name spoken only when it's meant to wound. And then there are two days. Two days where the road opens, the sky softens, and I remember how to breathe. Two days where She exists beside me like a promise the world hasn't learned how to break yet. With her, I am not an experiment, not a disappointment, not a shadow trying to earn his place. I am simply Henry. Loved. Chosen. Enough. This is the story of stolen weekends and quiet escapes. Of rivers we fall into laughing, songs that follow us through rooms, hands that find each other even in the dark. It's about the way love doesn't fix everything... but it makes surviving worth it. They say the world is built on weekdays. But for me, life begins on Friday night. And every road I take leads back to her.

Ranvijay rajvanshi rathore×Aishwarya Khurana 26×20 soft×intense

This version is translated from Polish. QB: When the Past Calls You can't outrun true love #1 The Rules of the Heart Part One of the Trilogy A few years ago, they lost each other. Not because they stopped loving one another. But because each of them was convinced the other had walked away first. Today, Michael Moore is an NFL star - a quarterback whose name is known to millions of fans. On the field, he shows no weakness. Off the field, he has learned to stay silent. Riley Wilson became a sports psychologist. She helps others cope with pressure, stress, and failure. About her own broken heart, she has learned not to speak at all. When their paths unexpectedly cross again, they both pretend to be strangers. Because it's easier to play that role than to return to the day when everything fell apart. He believes she left him. She believes he disappeared without a word. And the truth? The truth is still waiting - between unfinished sentences, unspoken emotions, and one question neither of them ever dared to ask. Because sometimes the greatest enemy is not the past, but the fear that if you face it... you won't be able to walk away again. © All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, copied, or used in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

She was married for his money. Silenced for his power. Broken inside his walls. Trapped in a mansion where doors stayed locked and love never lived, she became a wife in name only-owned, controlled, and erased. Every day was survival. Every night, fear. He was ruthless, feared, untouchable. She was invisible-until she dared to feel, to hope, to ask questions that should never be spoken. This is not a love story. It's a story about control, trauma, obsession, and the thin line between fear and attachment. About what happens when power replaces mercy-and when silence finally begins to crack. ⚠️ Dark themes. Reader discretion advised.

The first encounter leads to butterflies - bullshit. The first one was a trauma dump followed by a discussion about serial killers on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Maybe we talked about serial killers to feel a little better about ourselves - at least our traumas hadn't led us to chopping people up. Not yet, anyway. I suppose we both believed we were a little evil, in some way. Not quite good humans, but not full-blown villains either. We were just two broken hearts orbiting each other, destined to crack further. It's a tale as old as time - from friends to kind of lovers? Who eventually ghosted each other. I once told him, I'll write about you someday. And then I quoted something I'd read: "You fucked an author; now welcome to immortality." I looked him dead in the eyes and said, pun intended. We laughed like hyenas at my joke. So, dear readers, here it is - the story of a new kind of sunrise in my life, unfolding in real time.

They say some people are unlucky in love. I think I was cursed. My name is Moon. I grew up in a conservative family, learned how to lie before I learned how to love, and confused attention with affection from a very young age. Boys came and went, some loving, some cruel, some unforgettable. I broke hearts. Mine broke louder. I loved recklessly. I trusted blindly. And when I finally loved deeply, it destroyed me. This is not a fairytale. This is the story of a girl who loved too much, stayed too long, and learned too late. A story of guilt, obsession, betrayal, almost-marriage, broken friendships, and a love that felt like destiny... until it felt like a curse. They say every girl has a love story. This is mine - messy, dramatic, painful, and real.

Kiara's life was full of pain and struggles. A deadly illness had taken away all her hopes. But after a terrible accident, something unexpected happened-she woke up inside her favorite novel, Love or Trap. But not as the heroine. She had become the most hated Villainess, Kiara Tiwari. Kiara was selfish, arrogant, and obsessed with love. She did everything to get what she wanted-lies, betrayal, even crimes. But in the end, her obsession led to her death at the hands of the real villain, Pratham Raichand, the dangerous underworld Mafia King. But now, the story is different. This new Kiara is not the same. In her real world, she was a top-secret agent, a strong fighter who never gave up. Now, this novel is her reality. And this time, she will live on her own terms. But can she change her fate, or is she destined to die the same way again?

Lily Malen was never meant to be seen. She was trained to obey without question. To smile on command. To lie still and survive the kind of hell that strips a girl of her name, her past, her voice. She was property. Invisible. Disposable. Until she ended up in his house. Adrian Rossetti lives in a world of cold steel and quieter sins-where power is currency, loyalty is bought in blood, and monsters wear silk ties. At twenty-two, he's already carved his name into the underworld with bone-deep precision. Emotionless. Untouchable. Absolute. Lily is a mistake. One the House should have buried. But Adrian sees her. And the moment he does, he doesn't want to let her go. Not to save her. To destroy her. To peel back the pretty, obedient layers and see what she looks like when she breaks. To ruin the untouched thing fate dropped in his lap just to see if she bleeds differently. But Lily is softer than anyone he's known. And somehow, softer is worse. Because she isn't just breaking beneath him-she's making him feel. And Adrian Rossetti does not feel. He punishes. He controls. He owns. And if he's not careful, Lily Malen might ruin him first.

Some love stories are written in the stars, destined, timeless, unbreakable. Devi used to believe theirs was one of them. That no matter how far life took them, no matter how many years passed, they would always find their way back to each other. But the stars had other plans. Reyan was her first love, the kind that makes you believe in forever. But forever doesn't always last. Somewhere along the way, reality tore them apart, leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions and a love that never truly faded. Now, years later, fate has thrown them back into each other's lives. The boy who once walked away is standing right in front of her, saying words she had once begged to hear. But time has changed them both-too much, maybe. Because love is never the problem. It's the timing, the circumstances, the scars left behind. And the question remains: Can two people who were meant to be find their way back when the stars that once guided them have long forgotten their names? --- A story by Devyani

They loved each other like home. And when that home collapsed, love did not consume them equally. You Were My Home is a raw novelette about betrayal, memory, and a brutal asymmetry of love...the truth that when something breaks, one person may survive, while the other does not. This is not a story about healing. It is a story about what remains when love ends unevenly: one life continued, one life lost, and the quiet violence of carrying both.

Since she was fifteen, Ria Martin has known one unchangeable truth: she will marry Adrian Morgan. A man she has never met. A future she never chose. A vow she walks into not for love - but for survival. With her family's safety hanging by a fragile thread, the aisle becomes her only escape route. Adrian Morgan, heir to a global empire, has lived his life bound by duty and power. Arranged marriages are nothing new to him. But this bride is different. Why has she never reached out? Why does silence cling to her like armor? And what is she hiding that feels... dangerous? When fate finally binds them, carefully constructed lives begin to crack. Secrets surface. Old wounds bleed. And a quiet storm of betrayal, desire, and buried truths gathers beneath the calm of their union. ✨ Can love grow where trust is fractured? ✨ Can she survive the shadows closing in around her past? ✨ And can he become her refuge... when he may be the very reason she's in danger? A story of forced vows, hidden scars, and a love that dares to bloom where it was never meant to survive.

"You are special Kai and it's our job to find out why." Kai's world is turned upside down when she wakes up restrained to a bed in a government facility. With a swarm of doctors fixed on her every move, Kai struggles to accept that she is at their mercy. Struggling to learn who she can trust and grappling with unexpected feelings for a certain caring and charismatic doctor, Kai must go on a journey to uncover dark secrets about herself and her new hellish home.

**Warning: There are death in this book. NOT for sensitive readers.** George Russell is a phenomenon, a rising star in the cutthroat world of Formula 1. On track, his precision is unmatched, his aggression a weapon, and his recent pole position a testament to a flawless, ice-cold control that leaves rivals in his dust. Off track, he's the epitome of a champion: charming, focused, and in command. ​But beneath the perfectly tailored fireproof suits and the blinding smiles for the cameras, George is fighting a different race entirely. There's a 'thing' inside him, a cold, calculating violence that demands an outlet, a precision-guided rage that he barely keeps contained. This season, the 'thing' is getting harder to control, and the lines between acceptable aggression and outright destruction are blurring. ​After a violent incident he's desperate to keep secret, his team's Croatian trauma surgeon, Maria, becomes his reluctant confidante. She stitches his wounds, but she sees the deeper truth: George isn't just a danger to others, he's a danger to himself. ​As the relentless F1 calendar pushes him to the edge-Baku, Miami, one high-speed gamble after another-George must confront the true cost of his ambition. Can he continue to channel his inner killer into the only socially acceptable arena, or will the beast within finally break free, tearing down his career, his life, and everyone in its path? ​Apex Predator is a pulse-pounding psychological thriller that plunges into the dark heart of elite sports, where the greatest victory isn't always winning the race, but simply surviving yourself

A story of love turned into a weapon- and a truth that demands the highest price. Amelia enters one of the most prestigious academies in the country, unaware that her life is part of a carefully constructed experiment. Daniel is a student with ice-cold eyes and a past too dangerous to remember. Between them sparks a connection that should have never existed. Because this connection is the one thing powerful enough to bring the entire system crashing down. Now they must choose- to burn together... or rewrite the rules.