Unrequittedlove Stories

I was never meant to be the main character. Six months, that was our deal, A fake relationship.. He needed me not for love but for six months to pretend to play the role of his perfect girlfriend. I told myself it was only an act. A contract with an expiration date. But somewhere between in his cold games and his unexpected kindness, I broke the first rule--- I fell for him. ("You feel like the main character aren't you? Everyone around you cares for you and I..I am just a side character even in my own story.") James look at me with fury in his eyes "I told you not to make a mess, but you still have to do it." He said it and just took her hand with him. He saw her clothes dirty, but didn't even notice my bleeding hand. It's hurting me, Everyday feels like a choice : Stay hurt or leave and lose. Because in his story, I was never supposed to be the main character..

She's always admired him from afar. He's the handsome, popular guy everyone likes... but he only notices her. Their eyes keep meeting, hearts quietly connecting. Until he says, "I'm sorry, I already have a girlfriend." Heartbroken, she steps back. Yet, even after graduation, their unspoken bond lingers. Will their hearts find each other again... or remain a memory?

I spent twelve years loving Mason Hayes. Twelve summers. Twelve birthdays. Twelve years of almosts. The problem wasn't that he didn't know. The problem was that he did. He just never realised what it was costing me. When Mason arrives at our annual lake house vacation with a girlfriend on his arm, I finally understand something I should have learned years ago: Sometimes loving someone isn't enough. So I leave. And for the first time in his life, Mason has to figure out what it means to lose me. A grovel-to-HEA romance about unrequited love, heartbreak, and finally choosing yourself.

He ghosted me for eight years. Then he sent an engagement announcement to our entire friend group. To someone who isn't me. And somehow that's the part I'm supposed to be normal about. Rule #1: don't fall for your straight best friend. Rule #2: definitely don't let him ruin every guy after him. Rule #3: for the love of god, don't get on a plane with him for ten days. Mickey broke all three before he even finished reading the group chat. Eight years ago, something happened between him and Trevor that neither of them has ever said out loud. Not that night. Not since. Trevor's straight - allegedly, unbothered, still gorgeous, still infuriating - and Mickey's spent almost a decade building an entire personality around Never Thinking About It Again. Then Trevor gets engaged. To one of Mickey's closest friends. And invites the whole friend group to Hawaii to celebrate - ten days, one resort, nowhere left to hide. Mickey tells himself he's over it. His friends do not believe him. Trevor does not make this easy. His own self-control, historically, has never been reliable where this man is concerned. This is a book about self-respect, bad decisions, a friend group with entirely too many secrets of their own, and one very specific kind of heat - the kind that doesn't announce itself until it's already too late to spit out. ⚠️ tw/cw: forbidden love, unrequited yearning (or is it??), morally gray everything, a friend group with way too much going on if you're the type who: - screams into a pillow during a slow burn - has a weakness for love interests you shouldn't be rooting for - lives for secondhand embarrassment and chaotic best friends - reads "it's giving yearning-coded" and feels personally attacked ...welcome home. Spice Level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Mickey is not okay. You're not going to be okay either. Let's suffer together.

Kennedy Mitchell has spent years secretly crushing on her best friend's older brother, Cade Foster. But after overhearing Cade tell his friends she's "not his type," Kennedy's heart shatters. To Cade, she's always been one of the guys-the tomboy who prefers basketball courts over shopping malls and hoodies over dresses. Determined to move on, Kennedy spends the summer finding confidence she never knew she had with the help of her older sister. But when a makeover turns heads and a new guy starts showing interest, Cade suddenly can't stop noticing the girl who's been right in front of him all along. The problem? Kennedy isn't sure she wants him anymore. Maybe being "not his type" was the best thing that ever happened to her.

A heartfelt coming-of-age story about a girl who falls deeply for her ideal guy, believing that every glance and conversation means something more. As her imagination fills the silence with dreams of a future together, she slowly learns that not every love is meant to be returned. Sometimes, the hardest part of loving someone is accepting that they will only ever see you as someone who admired them from afar. Waiting for You to Love Me is a story of unrequited love, hope, heartbreak, and the courage to let go.

သူ့ကိုမှ သေလောက်အောင်ချစ်မိနေတဲ့ ကျွန်တော့်လိုလူကို ဘယ်သူနဲ့မဆို အချိန်မရွေး ထကြိုက်သွားဖို့ ကြိုးစားနေတဲ့ သူတစ်ယောက်လို့ထင်နေခဲ့သတဲ့...

She had a name that meant paradise, and she really, truly believed the world was one. Elysia never saw it coming. Nobody ever does. She walked out of everything familiar one morning with one bag and a heart full of hope, and somewhere between then and now, she forgot what her own laugh sounded like. This is not just a love story. This is the story of a girl who felt everything and still couldn't name it. Maybe you'll give it a colour. She never could. "Every love has a colour. Hers had none - and that was the most beautiful tragedy of all."

Slide 1: The Boy Who Loved in Silence Some loves don't need words. They just need to stay. Slide 2: "One day... I'll visit all of them." Sohaira's eyes were full of dreams. And Sohan? He just thought, "You keep going... I'll always be right behind you." Slide 3: "What's your dream?" someone asked. Sohan smiled. "I haven't decided yet." But Sohaira knew... he was hiding something. Slide 4: That evening she asked him again. "Do you have a dream?" He whispered, "The person I love... I want none of their dreams to be left incomplete." Slide 5: Every competition, he was there first. Water bottle in hand. Camera ready. "You can do it." And every time she'd smile and say, "I wouldn't have this much courage without you." Slide 6: To him, love wasn't about holding someone close. It was about helping them spread their wings and fly. Slide 7: One day, Sohaira would truly touch the sky. And Sohan... would stand on the ground, clapping for her. But the sound of that applause... would never reach her ears. 💔 Have you ever loved someone who was perfect for your heart but wrong for your time? Have you ever said "later" and realized later never came? If yes, this story will hurt. If no, this story will teach you why. _Welcome to Miles From You.

I spent seven years loving Noah Bennett. Seven years watching him fall for other women. Seven years convincing myself friendship was enough. So when we arrive at a luxury lakeside resort for our friends' wedding and Noah shows up with his beautiful girlfriend, I make a decision. I'm done. Done waiting. Done hoping. Done letting someone break my heart without even knowing he's doing it. It's only one weekend. Three days. One wedding. Then I'll move on. The problem? The second I stop looking at Noah Bennett... He finally starts looking at me.

Maktoob Jo likha hai woh hoga. Noor-ul-Ain Siddiqui aur Aashir Malik apne maktoob se hi toh bekhabar hai. Mohabbat dono ne ki. Dard bhi dono ke hisse aaye. Par bakht mein Jo hota hai usse Daman nahi chut-ta. Kiski mohabbat maktoob mein muqammal hai kiski nahi aaiye dekhte hai iss afsane mein. Instagram handle: cipheredstazas_13

ඉද හිටක ලියවෙන පුංචි පුංචි පදවැල්🦋❤️

📖 Dear Diary Trilogy 🤍 This is the third and final book in the Dear Diary Trilogy. 📕Book 1 - Dear Diary: Between the Signals and the Silence 📗Book 2 - Dear Diary: Written in His Time 📘Book 3 - Unsent: A Story Written in Real Time 📚For the best reading experience, begin with Book 1. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Some stories begin with "Once upon a time." Mine began with a diary... and pages I never expected anyone else to read. This one begins with words I'd rather not send to the person they were written for. Words never meant to be sent... yet somehow, meant to be read. Letters filled with feelings left unspoken. Written in moments when my heart became too full to stay silent. A confession I hope reaches the one person I want to know how deeply I feel for him... Without ever having to tell him. Some stories are planned from beginning to end, just as destiny is written by Him. Some stories end like the fairytales we grew up with. This isn't one of them. Or maybe... Just maybe... It is. After all... "Fairytales don't always have happy endings, do they?" We'll see. 🌹 For now... This is the story of a woman writing her way through love, silence, hope, and everything left unsent. Learning that while some people are only meant to pass through our lives... The moments they leave behind can still become chapters worth keeping. -Elle 🌻

Tessa and Zion have been friends since high school, sharing years of laughter, memories, and a friendship that slowly becomes something more. But with Zion bound to an arranged engagement, Tessa chooses to bury her feelings and walk away from the people she loves. Ten years later, fate brings them together again, giving them another chance to face the feelings they never truly left behind. **Maybe this time, they can finally choose each other.**

Prolog "Lo ngapain berdiri lama-lama di depan kelas gue?" Itu kalimat pertama yang keluar dari mulutnya-dilempar begitu saja, tanpa basa-basi, seolah keberadaanku di situ adalah gangguan kecil yang mengusik harinya. Nadanya malas, tatapannya datar, dan gerakan memutar bola matanya sukses bikin aku pengin nepok jidat sendiri. "Yah elah," gumamnya pelan, lebih ke diri sendiri daripada ke aku. "Cewek bocil lagi." Aku menarik napas, menahan diri buat nggak langsung membalas dengan hal yang bakal bikin dia makin males bantu. "Ayo lah, Met," kataku cepat, sebelum dia keburu memutar badan dan kabur begitu saja. "Tolongin gue bikin tugas video. Sekali ini aja. Demi nilai. Demi masa depan bangsa." Dia menatapku beberapa detik-lama, dan curiga, seolah aku baru saja menawarkan kerja rodi tanpa upah. Alisnya sedikit terangkat, seakan mempertimbangkan apakah aku serius atau cuma iseng. Lalu dia menghela napas panjang, dramatis banget, kayak hidupnya barusan dititipin beban negara. "Ya udah," katanya akhirnya, nada pasrah yang dibuat-buat. "Tapi gue nebeng motor lo. Gratis. Tanpa protes." Aku baru sadar belakangan: sejak hari itu, hidupku resmi kehilangan kata tenang. ________________________________________ Kami nggak langsung jadi sahabat. Jauh dari itu, malah. Raka-atau lebih tepatnya, Jamet, julukan yang dia benci tapi tetap dia jawab kalau kupanggil-terlalu berisik, terlalu santai, dan punya bakat aneh buat muncul persis di saat-saat aku paling nggak butuh dia ada. Tapi entah kenapa, hampir setiap hari selalu ada saja hal bodoh yang bikin kami ketawa. Meski, jujur aja, lebih sering aku yang kesel duluan. Hari itu, aku bergegas ke parkiran bareng dia. Belum sempat aku protes, dia udah nangkring di jok belakang motorku tanpa izin resmi-kayak itu emang haknya dari lahir. "Dila, lo bisa bawa motor nggak sih?" tanyanya, nadanya ragu, tapi tetap aja nggak turun. "Diem deh, Met. Gue lagi konsen nyetir biar nggak telat," balasku ketus, mata tetap lurus ke depan.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝐼'𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑛. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑌𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤, 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒... 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡

Siedem osób, trzy tygodnie na luksusowym jachcie i jeden gorący klimat kalifornijskiego wybrzeża. Zasady tego rejsu miały być proste: zero dram, dużo alkoholu, imprezy do świtu i idealne wakacje. Charlotte wchodzi na pokład u boku Nathaniela - przystojnego, pewnego siebie chłopaka, z którym planuje idealną przyszłość. Wszystko wydaje się ułożone, dopóki mała przestrzeń statku nie zaczyna weryfikować rzeczywistości. Nathaniel chętniej spędza czas z telefonem i imprezową resztą paczki niż z nią, a każdy zakręt liny i powiew wiatru przypomina o kimś innym. O Noah. Przyjacielu z dzieciństwa, który wie o niej wszystko, ma hipnotyzujące spojrzenie i od lat skrywa sekret, który na zawsze zmieniłby ich relację. Gdy słońce pali skłony pokład, a noce na kotwicy stają się coraz gęstsze od alkoholu, nieprzespanych godzin i ukradkowych spojrzeń, granica między przyjaźnią a pożądaniem zaczyna się zacierać. Na morzu nie ma dokąd uciec - a zasady są po to, żeby je łamać.

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ~𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩

Welcome to my dream home. Please leave your shoes outside. Growing up, Hope Margaret Manalo dreamed of becoming an architect. But instead of designing buildings, life led her to people who unknowingly became part of her blueprint. From a humble nipa hut to a penthouse she thought she'd never leave, every relationship became a different home-each one leaving behind memories, lessons, and shaping the woman she would become. My Dream Home is a heartfelt story about love, loss, healing, and self-discovery, reminding us that the greatest home we'll ever build is the one within ourselves.

Sia tidak pernah berencana untuk jatuh cinta. Bagi gadis itu, hidupnya yang biasa saja sudah terasa cukup. Pergi ke sekolah, membaca novel, menulis buku harian, dan sesekali menghabiskan waktu bersama temannya. Ia menikmati semua itu. Sampai seorang tetangga baru perlahan mulai menjadi bagian dari hari-harinya. Namun, bagaimana jika suatu hari orang yang telah menjadi bagian dari kesehariannya itu tiba-tiba menghilang? Bagi Sia, bagian yang paling sulit bukan melupakan. Melainkan belajar menjalani hari-hari yang dulu selalu dipenuhi olehnya.