Unrequited Stories

Maya fell for Ethan the moment he walked into her bookshop. Ethan was kind, loyal, and completely in love with someone else. When a marriage of convenience forces them together, Maya decides to win his heart-with warmth, laughter, and a thousand small kindnesses he never notices. She makes his coffee, learns his mother's recipes, and fills their glass house by the sea with hope. But Ethan's eyes are fixed elsewhere. Day by day, her light dims. Until one day, he finally looks up-and the woman who tried so hard is already gone. Now, winning her back will take more than a grand gesture. It will take a fight. A slow-burn romance about unrequited love, quiet heartbreak, and the long road to redemption.

"You Never Saw Me" From the very beginning, I think I always knew. There was something in the way your eyes drifted when she walked into the room- something in the way your smile found her so effortlessly. I felt it. That quiet, aching pull in my chest. The kind that warns you... you're going to lose something you never even had. The words "I love you" danced on the edge of my lips for so long. So many times, I almost said it. So many nights, I clutched my chest, wondering if maybe-just maybe-you felt it too. But deep down, I already knew the truth. You were never mine to begin with. Even with everything- Money. Status. Fame. Everything people envy. None of it mattered to you. Because still... Still, you chose her. Not me. Not the one who stood by your side all this time, who memorized your favorite songs, who stayed up just to make sure you got home safe. I watched you fall for her. Piece by piece, you gave yourself away. And I-I was just a shadow lingering in the corners of your life, hoping you'd finally turn around and see me. "Please, Woo Seok-ah," I whisper now, my voice cracking beneath the weight of everything I've buried. "I love you. I really... love you." But you'll never say it back, will you? You'll never look at me the way you look at her. It hurts. God, it hurts in ways I can't even explain. I thought if I waited long enough, if I loved you hard enough, if I gave everything I had... You'd finally choose me. But all I got in return was silence. And now, as tears slip down my cheeks, I find myself asking the same question over and over again: "Why can't you see how much I'm hurting?" But you never look back. You never do.

Women always fall in love with what they hear. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "Madeleine-" Brennan pleaded, trying to get her attention. "You don't get to say my name like you still know me." Madeleine stated with red eyes. "I know you better than anyone." "Then you should know why I'm leaving." "Because I hurt you." "Because I trusted you." "That's the same thing!" "No, Brennan. It's not." Madeleine then walked out the door and shut it, hard.

People do change-but the best parts of them can remain. A government job? Checked. A life free from the suffocating expectations of a traditional marriage? Working on it. Tired of the endless emotional warfare at home, Aditi decides to play the system. She proposes a fake marriage to her old friend and crush-a guy who is facing the exact same parental pressure and seems perfectly content to live a detached, carefree life. The agreement is simple: Live as roommates. Never try to control eachother. Aditi thinks she's found the ultimate loophole to protect her independence. But as the lines between fake vows and real proximity begin to blur, she realises that it's not that fake afterall. Aditi is about to learn that time and distance might alter a person's surface, but people do change-and the best parts of them remain. Now, she just has to figure out who her husband really is.

A collection of different pieces.

Sophomore year was literally perfect. Late night drives, hangouts, almost-relationships, the kind of memories you think will last forever. But they don't. One thud and it all shatters. You can escape blame but you can't escape guilt. You can try and move on but the past always comes crawling back. You can outrun fear but you can't outrun the truth. They tried to bury that night. They tried to bury their memories of one another. Now it's senior year. So close to escapism. One note and it all shatters. 'I know what you did.' And suddenly, the past isn't buried anymore. It's just waiting for them to return.

Her: I can only rely on myself. Him: If I'm not successful, I'm worthless. - She avoids needing people. He avoids disappointing people. Different fears, same root: They both learned they have to earn their place. Will they find their place and learn to grow or will they lose themselves to society and their past

Akaashi x Reader | Angst | Oneshot Akaashi, you don't know about this, but you are the invisible line of address for every one of those love letters...

A story about an introvert who found himself falling for someone he admired from afar. Through ordinary college days, shared moments, and words left unspoken, he chose to love quietly-hoping that one day, she would finally notice him.

In a grand palace ballroom glittering with high-society royalty, Florence is determined to be nothing more than a background extra. As a low-ranking baron's daughter, she knows her place: blend into the velvet curtains, stand perfectly still to avoid judgmental stares, and watch the kingdom's ultimate "Cinderella" story unfold from a safe distance. After exchanging a brief, polite greeting with the hopelessly charming Crown Prince, she is fully prepared to be ignored for the rest of the night-and she prefers it that way. But playing a silent bystander in someone else's fairytale becomes a quiet torture when your heart refuses to follow the script. As Florence watches the prince from the shadows, she does the one thing a sensible side character should never do-she falls for him, knowing his heart already belongs to another. Caught in a romance where she was never meant to have a leading role, Florence is about to learn how painful it is to love a prince when you're just an extra in his happily ever after.

Noemi has been chasing after Dominic-Someone who's quiet and distant with everyone else but his Bestfriend, Anstrid. She loses hope as she realizes-he really is out of her reach. So, she turns to Anstrid for help-Someone who's the exact opposite of Dominic. With getting to know the two better, she slowly realizes how her focus was only to the moon while missing the warmth that's been beside her all along. In a world where people often look up at the moon and forget the warmth above... Will she notice the Warmth that's been infront of her all along?

"How foolish was I to think I could hold a star from a distance?" A star is meant to be admired from afar-get too close, and its light will burn and blind you. Written in 2011, this allegorical prose poem captures the bittersweet grief of watching the person you've silently loved for years shine for someone else. A quiet confession about letting go, asking for time to heal, and learning to live with the darkness until you're ready to smile again.

I was never meant to fall in love. Not to anyone, especially not to her. It started with just small things, all those shared glances, our quiet conversations, and her laugh, the kind of laughter that lingers even after the moment has passed. To many, it was just simple and ordinary connections. Just two girls existing in the same space, growing familiar in the way people naturally do. But for me, it became my everything. What began as I thought was just a moment of comfort, slowly turned into something deeper, something heavier, an unspoken attachment I couldn't quite name, yet I couldn't escape. Every word she spoke, every moment with her, every silence began to revolve around just one person. And before I even realized it, my world had quietly shifted its center. Her. The woman who smiled easily. The woman who belonged everywhere. The woman who never knew she was being loved this way. That woman, Aliayah Maven Valeria While I built a universe out of fleeting moments, and she just simply lived through them, ever so carefree, unaware, untouched by the weight those moments weight. And somewhere between our closeness and distance, between those "almost" and "never," the truth began to surface... Not all love stories are meant to be equal. As my feelings deepen and the reality starts set in, I'm forced to confront a quiet, painful realization, that while I had made her my whole world, she may only be a small part of hers. I told through soft longing, all those silent confessions, and through the fragile space between friendship and something more, this is my story about loving her too deeply, holding on too tightly, and learning what it means to exist behind someone who is everything to me. Because.. I'm willing to give her my entire story... Even after finding I'm only just a chapter in hers.

A collection of short stories with various themes of high school or college romance, unrequited love, and friendship. It's also a mix of English and Filipino oneshots.

When twenty-one-year-old Yewande Badmus - the glamorous, directionless eldest daughter of Lagos billionaire Chief Biodun Badmus - is caught skipping her mandatory NYSC postings, her mother delivers swift justice: two days of volunteer work at the Family, Healthcare and Life Foundation, run by a quietly serious offshore engineer named Michael Osakwe. Yewande arrives with a designer bag, a standing bribe offer, and absolutely no intention of staying. She stays for months. Michael Osakwe has been building FHL since he was twenty-two years old - one hospital deposit, one sick child, one donation at a time. At twenty-nine, he runs a foundation that has become his whole life: disciplined, purposeful, and entirely devoid of the romantic complications he has spent years avoiding. The moment Yewande Badmus walks into his ballroom at a fundraiser - eyes on her phone, unbothered, effortlessly beautiful - he knows he is in trouble. He tells himself she is spoiled and uninterested. He is right about the first part, briefly. What follows is a slow-burn love story set against the vivid backdrop of contemporary Lagos - the wealth and contradictions of Banana Island, the electricity of the FHL outreach programmes, the warmth of hospital corridors and goodwill store sorting rooms, the pressure of old money and new ambition pressing in from every direction. Yewande is not who anyone has taken her for. Underneath the cool, clipped confidence and the trail of abandoned commitments is a young woman who has never quite believed she was worth believing in - and who has never been seen, quietly and consistently, the way Michael sees her. Through the foundation's work, she discovers something she has never had before: a reason to show up that has nothing to do with performance or approval.

Ahaana, a quiet girl from an all-girls school, steps into a new world where everything feels unfamiliar-until she notices Aditya, the rebellious new boy who keeps getting in trouble for refusing to cut his hair. What starts as small glances and teasing conversations slowly turns into something deeper, unspoken, and impossible to forget. But just when her feelings begin to take shape, she discovers he already belongs to someone else. Years pass, paths cross, and silence grows between them-yet neither of them truly lets go. Some stories aren't about timing. They're about unfinished feelings that refuse to fade.

|•living in someone else's love story as a side character, regardless of her feelings, what if this time the side character won..?•| (Character aren't mine all from GENSHIN IMPACT) (FIRST EVER STORY CAUSE I HAD A VISION IDK)

Kim Juhoon fanfic 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮- newjeans, ditto She likes him, but he doesn't even glance her way. What's new? Jeong Jieun has had a crush on Kim Juhoon for as long as she can remember; the only problem is that he doesn't notice her. She feels that no matter how hard she tries to look good or do things to get his attention, he'll never reciprocate her feelings for him.

──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ──────── Some feelings are never meant to be spoken out loud. They simply sit inside you and make a home in the corners of your heart. 𝗗𝐢𝐥 - 𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐳 was written in that quiet corner. This poetry collection contains eight poetic Urdu verses written in the hope of being written to. It encaptured the feeling of unrequited feelings, passionate denial and irreversible limerence. Urdu is my mother tongue. And when there were poetries inside me that the English couldn't truly hold, my heart decided to bleed words in Urdu. However, I have included the English Translation of each poem for my non-Urdu speaking readers. I have tried to imitate the effect of each poem in English too. A section is dedicated to the vocabulary used in every poem for clarity. I hope you enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life. And I hope you fall in love with how different languages can encapture multitudes of similar emotions in just a few words. ──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ────────