Youth Stories

✧____________(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)_____________✧ 🪷 "Her innocent king" season 2 "🪷 "You never told me... you're a billionaire and the CEO of a law firm," Ishaan's voice cracked, pain hidden behind those calm, cat-like eyes. Aaniya stepped closer, her hand pressing over his heart, her lips barely above a whisper "Because I was me... and your lover... every second I was with you," she said, her words a mixture of truth, fire, and regret. "You should find someone of your status... not a simple, ordinary orphan doctor," he said quietly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying the storm inside. Aaniya stepped closer, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor, a dangerous smile curving her lips. "No one can match your status, muffin," she whispered, her gaze locking into his. "And my choice... is never ordinary." Her fingers brushed his jaw, tilting his face toward her. "Muffin," she breathed, her tone melting between challenge and confession,"I am yours... and you are mine. And I will do anything to make sure the world knows it. ""You kept me in the dark for six months, Aaniya," Ishaan said, his voice breaking as he looked at her one last time. "I can't trust you anymore... and I don't love you. We're no more friends." He turned away before the tremor in his voice could betray the ache in his chest. Aaniya didn't move. She just smiled softly, painfully as her heart bled behind that calm face. "But I do, muffin," she whispered. He froze at the door, his throat tightening, tears burning behind his eyes. He swallowed hard... and walked away. And for the first time, the woman who never lost a case, lost the only heart she ever wanted to win. © 2025 Kaashi Kaashi. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. November 13, 2025

It may feel like Slow burn But it burn like HELL!! *** This story is only authors imagination and has no intention to damage the artists career and personal life in any way. ***

Eight letters-Three words-One meaning

Cold Prince. Chaotic Fiancé. National Crisis.

ඉඩෝර සුලං රැල්ලක ගසාගෙන යන තුහින මල් පෙත්තක පහස උණුසුම් හදවතකට කෙසේ දැනේවිද? -තුහින- ~𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦

"I am using her for my own benefit, Kabir. Do you really think someone like her is worth being near me?" ​Outside the door, Vidhi froze. The words sliced through the heavy air of the hallway, pinning her to the floorboards. Inside, the muffled sound of low laughter cut like glass. Tears instantly pooled in her eyes, blurring the warm light spilling from beneath the doorframe. ​Harshly wiping a stray tear from her cheek with the back of her hand, Vidhi let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. "I was such a fool to believe you, Advik." "Let her leave, Kabir," Advik said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion. "It's better that she heard the truth. Now I'll finally be free from this nonsense. I was getting irritated with her constantly nagging me about being friends anyway. This was a perfect way to get rid of her. She won't follow me around like a lunatic anymore. She was such a headache." The moment the heavy glass doors of the lounge closed behind her, the crisp, cold night air hit her face. The devastated, broken expression vanished from her features instantly, replaced by a slow, calculating smirk. "Are you sure you're using me for your benefit, Malhotra? Oh, it's so sad to hear. Tch, tch," she mocked under her breath, using a single finger to casually brush away the remaining moisture on her cheek. "Am I being used? I had no idea," she whispered, a low laugh vibrating in her throat. "Do you really think so, Advik? I just hope it's not the other way around. Let's see who the real fool is in the end." ​An evil smile spread across her face. She pulled her shoulders back, completely commanding the space around her. "Good job, Vidhi. Superb performance. I didn't know I was this good at acting." ​"Let's see, Advik Malhotra, who will be running after whom. Aww, I already feel sorry for you. Tch, tch."

Six teenagers. One unpredictable dream. VEXX was never meant to be perfect. A rookie co-ed group under Aurora Note Entertainment, they debuted with loud music, chaotic energy, and hearts far too fragile for an industry that expects perfection. Between exhausting schedules, dorm chaos, awkward livestreams, hidden insecurities, and a growing fandom called VIVIE, Shuya, Seles, Aerin, Akio, Rion, and Maven slowly learn what it truly means to stand on stage together. Some days they shine. Some days they fall apart. But even unfinished harmonies can become beautiful songs. ─────────── A realistic slice-of-life K-pop story filled with friendship, chaos, comfort, growth, and the messy reality of being young idols.

Same Chorus Different Melody - I Got a Second Life in my Favorite Romance Manga Kei Takeda was reincarnated. Not in to a fantasy world of dragons and magic, but apparently as a character in his favorite Romance Manga. In his previous life, he was Keito Sato, a quiet, withdrawn boy whose only real comfort came from music, manga, and his time alone. After dying trying to protect someone else, he's suddenly given a second chance at life inside the world of Our Closing Distance, a romance he was reading before his death. This time, Kei decides he won't live with regrets. But changing even one moment from the story he thought he knew, starts changing everything. Feelings grow where they shouldn't, friendships develop and the story Kei thought he understood slowly begins drifting away from the original plot. Now caught between the life he remembers and the one he's building, Kei has to figure out who he really wants to be in this second chance at youth. A slow-burn romance/drama with music, awkward feelings, emotional healing, and characters trying to find their place in a story that may no longer have a script.

At seventeen, the future feels too big. While everyone around him runs toward dreams, careers, and carefully planned tomorrows, Nobita Nobi feels painfully left behind. He has no passion, no goal, and no idea who he wants to become. Called lazy, foolish, and hopeless his whole life, he begins to believe maybe he truly is nothing more than a burden. Then one ordinary afternoon beneath a tree, Dekisugi Hidetoshi sits beside him. The perfect student. The teachers' favorite. The boy who always seems calm, composed, and untouchable. But behind Dekisugi's perfection lies exhaustion, loneliness, and a quiet love he has carried for years. As summer skies stretch above them and youth slowly slips through their fingers, the two boys begin navigating love, dreams, growing up, and the terrifying uncertainty of the future together. Not running. Just strolling. A soft introspective coming-of-age story about ordinary days, quiet healing, first love, and finding someone who makes tomorrow feel a little less frightening. Because maybe every ordinary day we live is a series of miracles.

Isang mabigat na padyak para sa bigat na dinadala ni Juehei. Ang bisikletang iniwan ng kanyang ama ay naging tanging kasama niya mula noong mawala ito sa kanya. Tuwing nakikita niya ang kanyang ina na naglalasing at nagsusugal, tila pilit nitong tinatakasan ang lungkot ng pagkawala ng kanyang ama. Wala namang magawa si Juehei kundi ang manood at tiisin ang lahat. Kaya naman, ang bisikletang ito na lang ang lagi niyang kasama at nagsilbing takbuhan. Ngunit hanggang saan kaya ang mararating niya kung palagi lang siyang tatakbo gamit ito? Malalampasan ba niya ang lahat, o patuloy lang siyang tatakbo palayo sa katotohanan? Everyone thought of Juehei as an emotionless rock, but in reality, he was just paper drawn to look like stone. He was afraid he would tear apart if he ever stopped moving.

When thoughts are louder than your silence, what would would be your voice? It is believed that the future is in our hands. Dreams are also meant to be fulfilled. It takes time to make dreams come true. When time feels like a pressure. What would be the first thing to do? Somehow, the thought gives off the feeling of being too old to be young.

ဘာလို့မရုန်းတာလဲ လို့မေးချင်ပေမဲ့အန်ရှင်းရဲ့တိတ်ဆိတ်မှုတွေကပဲဂွန်ဝူးကိုပြန်ပြီးအနိုင်ယူနေသလိုမျိုး...။ ​ရှေ့ဆက်ဖို့ကြိုးစားတိုင်းအနောက်ကိုပြန်ဆွဲထားသလိုခံစားနေရတဲ့ဆန်းဝန်းတစ်ယောက်ဒီအရှုပ်အထွေးကနေရုန်းထွက်ဖို့ ဆုံးဖြတ်လိုက်တဲ့အခါ...။

(Writer's note: Cover WIP) Some promises are like stars. You spend your whole life chasing for them. Yet, it's too far.

This isn't just a story... It's a reflection. Not of who I am, but of how I see the world. Two souls, different from everyone else. Not because they try to be... but because they simply are. They don't need loud love. No grand confessions. Just quiet moments- a glance, a touch, a presence that feels like enough. In a world that calls them strange, they find something rare in each other: understanding. Maybe that's what makes them light- in a place that was never meant for them.

Seonghyeon tidak pernah kesulitan menarik perhatian. Sebagai siswa yang dikenal ramah, percaya diri, dan mudah akrab dengan siapa pun, ia terbiasa membuat orang lain tertarik hanya dengan senyuman, candaan santai, dan caranya memperlakukan semua orang seolah mereka spesial. Sampai ia bertemu dengan Anna. Teman sekelasnya di tahun terakhir high school itu terkenal pintar, baik, dan selalu terlihat tenang. Anna tidak pernah benar-benar ikut dalam keramaian kelas, tetapi entah bagaimana, keberadaannya selalu mudah disadari. Dan ada satu hal yang membuat Seonghyeon perlahan kebingungan, Anna sama sekali tidak mengerti. Semua godaannya dianggap percakapan biasa. Semua perhatian kecilnya terasa tidak berarti. Bukan karena Anna menolak, tetapi karena ia benar-benar tidak menyadari apa pun. Bahkan ketika teman-teman sekelas mereka mulai menyadari perubahan sikap Seonghyeon, Anna tetap menjadi satu-satunya orang yang tidak memahami semuanya. Dan untuk pertama kalinya, Seonghyeon gagal. Apa yang awalnya hanya rasa penasaran perlahan berubah menjadi sebuah permainan kecil dalam dirinya sendiri, membuat Anna akhirnya menyadari bahwa semua perlakuan itu berbeda. Namun semakin ia mencoba, semakin ia menyadari satu hal. Ini bukan lagi sekadar tentang membuat Anna memperhatikannya. Karena tanpa ia sadari, yang perlahan berubah bukan Anna, melainkan dirinya sendiri.

​Many people say that senior high school is one of the best last two years you can spend in high school. ​It's true-it is full of lovely memories and lessons that you will carry for the rest of your life. ​That's why we must enjoy and cherish these wonderful moments... Before the caps fly.

ချစ်ခြင်းမေတ္တာကို အဓိပ္ပာယ်ဖွင့်ခိုင်းမယ်‌ဆိုရင် တစ်ဦးတည်းသောနဲ့ တစ်ယောက်သောသူကိုပဲ ညွှန်ပြပါရစေ။ မေတ္တာညီရင်တော့ စိတ်အေးချမ်းရပြီး ချစ်ခြင်းတူရင်တော့ ပူလောင်ရတာ သဘာဝပဲလား။

𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 × 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑰𝒅𝒐𝒍 (𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆) *No Smut, All Fake, Coming of Age-style Romance* ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Miu twirls her hair as a sense of nervousness wavers across her. In the next minute, she will meet her sunbaenims, CORTIS. Meeting BTS and TXT was one (crazy) thing, but CORTIS was a whole 'nother level, she thought carefully. CORTIS could be described as her soon-to-be rivals, where her group will be compared to them all the time, and they may not like eachother, and they- The door opened. Her body became tense as she watched the members walk in one by one, smiling so casually. Miu observed each members face, her eyes lingering longer on one; Eom Seonghyeon. Her world came to a pause, seeing his chocolatey hair, perfect honey skin, puppy-like face... Cute like a puppy? As her mind and eyes became equally lost at the sight of him, he returned a glance. The world snapped back to reality while she quickly looked down. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 :) Little does Miu know that this small, insignificant moment would lead her to a whole new chapter of her life - 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓. ♡ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ * hi i have never written a fanfic before, just doing this for self entertainment and procastination. i luv writing. sorry if u read and its buns✌️*

Humans say the brain continues living for seven minutes after death. Seven minutes to remember. Seven minutes to feel. Seven minutes to hold on to the moments that mattered most. But what if the Grim Reaper gave you one chance to rewrite your final seven minutes? For Anicka, a terminally ill girl whose clock has finally started ticking, seven minutes should have been the end. Instead, it became a beginning. A chance to experience the ordinary life she had always dreamed of. School days. Rainy walks. Festival lights. A boy named JC. And in those borrowed seven minutes, she did not waste a single second.