Uncertainties Stories

It's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.

Three girls. One friendship. And a love that changed everything. Amara thought senior high school would be about friendship, laughter, and building her future. Then she met Nathan. What began as friendship slowly became love-but love was never going to be simple. There was Daniel, Nathan's best friend, who once wanted Amara. There was Talia, her friend, whose relationship with Nathan would become complicated. And then there were the families, whose opinions would test everything Amara and Nathan believed about their relationship. They fought for each other. They lost each other. They found their way back. But when the choice finally belonged to them, they discovered that loving someone doesn't always mean choosing the relationship. Sometimes, you have to choose yourself. This is a story about friendship, first love, family, heartbreak, growing up, and two people discovering that sometimes love is always not enough "Maybe we were enough."

Some goodbyes are never said, and some endings are never explained.

Life has always been so rocky for Daneen... an abusive marriage and a dark past. She meets someone ready to make the world bow to her, but is she ready to let someone in again? Can her heart take the weight of falling in love again?

All of these new feelings, what are they? Where did they come from? Will it last...?

Tairuf was a college student.He had loving parents and friends. Things were going pretty good. On one night, everything changed.An entity named The Void took over earth and made rules to survive. It was devil of hell testing every human but it was malevolent toying with us for fun....

Sharing some thoughts. What do you think?

ROMANCE - SLOWBURN - INDENTITY - ART - FEMALE & FEMALE Can we find ourselves in others? Lena, a soulful writer, weaves words from whispers and secrets. Seeking solace in the night, she pours her heart onto the page, but fears sharing her true self. Val, a free-thinking dancer, finds beauty in life's rhythms. Though her passion for ballroom dance soars, she's stifled by expectations, her dreams subtly suffocated. In quiet hours, their paths converge, forging a boundary-free bond. Through late-night conversations and artistic collaborations, they find solace. But as their connection deepens, the risk of hurt grows. Will they dare trust each other, or will fears and past shadows destroy their lifeline? Contains: Financial, emotional and borderline physical abuse...

Poems about love.

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

A letter to death! #CollateralBeauty

"Join Letricia on a heart-wrenching and uplifting journey of self-discovery as she unravels the threads of her past, present, and future. With unflinching honesty, she confronts the secrets, fears, and doubts that have held her back for so long. From the depths of her inner struggles to the heights of her resilience, Letricia's story is a powerful exploration of what it means to be human. With each turn of the page, you'll be drawn into her world, where the lines between reality and illusion blur, and the truth is waiting to be uncovered.

You are not privy to this knowledge. My name and face should not concern you. All you need to focus on is her. She is this story's hero and maybe I won't tell this right. But I'm the only one left to tell it now. You're meant to be confused. Just keep reading.

Amal reflects on her life in her beloved country that is now destroyed as she makes the treacherous journey towards a new beginning...

When Caius Thorntree agrees to take his father's place as Head Gamemaker, he has no idea what he's getting himself into. The tributes of the 98th Games are the strongest he's ever seen, and they're split like never before when a five-year-old rivalry divides the tributes into all-out war. When a powerful twist is unleashed into the Games, everything the tributes know is turned upside down like never before. Which tribute has what it takes to outlast the others and emerge as the champion?

Hey! My name is Everly Simpson and this is the story of how I loved too hard, fell too fast and broke to easily. Now don't get me wrong this is a love story in a sense, but It is also a truthful tale of how not every love story has a happy ending and yea that sucks, and who knows you might be going through something similar or you might learn a thing or two... My love story is beautiful in its own unique way and it's one I would never change. I will love my dear Nick til my last breath. -------- When Everly Simpson randomly meets the sweet, handsome and charming, Nick Wheeler, their lives are set to change forever. After exchanging numbers and talking for a while the pair find themselves clicking with one another. They go on a few dates and everything is going well... Until... One morning Nick reveals that he isn't ready to fall in love again but Everly has already begun falling. Will these two continue down a path full of uncertainty, love, friendship, heartbreak and happiness or will they decide that being strangers was better than whatever they felt? After all do the right people with wrong timing ever get a second chance? Only time can tell! Find out in my new book The Ones Who Wait!

Let's be creative and use our imaginations here. Give me any idea you have! :D This is more about just having some fun and getting a bit of feedback. I'm open to most concepts, ideas, themes, all that stuff. I gave an explanation or introduction in the story, in case you are confused! :) Warning: This is the first book I've ever written on Wattpad. So I will make plenty of mistakes. We'll see how this goes. I also want to warn you guys that I won't write anything inappropriate or extremely gory. But I do take requests and ideas sent by you guys via the comments!

Once upon a time, there was a question: Where did the Sins come from? Everybody would agree on the answer - Devil. However, there was, indeed, Devil down there, who never lies. "What a foolish way to lift the blame on someone else,"-he would say to the fingers pointed at him... Warning: "Radical Thoughts" The Art is Owned and Made by me. Art is Radical, too.

Its a poem written by me its my first trial i dont know how good it is . It expresses the love of a young girl towards her beloved who is being distant from her . She is HIS love, but not yet his choice Please let me knw ur feedbacks😊