Unfinished And Unwritten
- Reads 110
- Votes 5
- Parts 4
I met him online-what began as pixels and promises quickly became the center of my world. He knew the right words, the perfect lies. I gave him all of me, not realizing I was handing over pieces I'd never get back. What he left behind wasn't just heartbreak-it was a wound that never fully closed.
This is the story of a love that lived in the digital shadows, yet scarred me in the most real, devastating way. I battled silent nights, crushing anxiety, and thoughts darker than I ever imagined. I questioned my worth, my sanity, even my will to keep going-all because of one person who held too much power over my heart.
But then, when I was most fragile, someone new saw me-not the broken parts, but the whole. Love returned... gently, unexpectedly. Still, I wonder: Can you ever fully heal from the one who almost destroyed you? Can a new beginning erase the past?
This isn't just a love story. It's a survival story.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
These Are My Confessions
These are my confessions to everything that I've done. When you read this I don't want you to look at me differently. I don't want your pity or any type of sympathy. See I knew what I signed up for when I entered the game. I choose this lifestyle and at one time I thought it was the best choice for me. I had access to any and everything. Don't be fooled though there is always a dark side. Nobody ever tells you about the price you have to pay when you are in my position. Everybody sees the good but, not the bad. The days you have to spend trying to cover your face with makeup. The different people you meet every night just to survive. The things you would go through just to get someone's attention. I guess you could say I did it for love. Only if you believe in that type of stuff. I would like to call my experience a high. It was pure ecstasy at first. The charming smile, expensive clothes, fancy dinners, nice vacations. Then it turns into a living hell you can't escape from. That's when people start showing their true colors. When lights go off there is a whole different side to a person. You could literally be sleeping next to the devil himself. 'Let's do this dirty laundry'Complete
The Unbreakable Thread!
"Get on your knees." The command was a low snarl, laced with a threat that turned my blood to ice. Reluctantly, I complied, one hand clutching my throbbing cheek. My eyes widened in horror as he began to undress, the terrifying reality of the situation crashing down on me. "Touch me," he demanded. I was trapped, paralyzed by a fear I had never known. As he moved closer, the unsettling change in his body left me dizzy with panic and confusion. My mind screamed in silent protest-this was a nightmare from which I couldn't wake. This is not a fairy tale. This is the story of a girl shattered by a brutal invasion, whose spirit was tested by betrayal, shame, and a world that offered no safe haven. It is the story of her survival-a long, arduous journey through pain toward a hard-won strength, and the unexpected love that waited for her on the other side. ***This is the first part of a two-series saga. Your thoughts and comments are deeply appreciated as I share this journey with you.***
His Nightmare ;Her Death Wish
"What are you doing?" I asked again as my eyes roamed the face of a man I was supposed to despise. He placed his cold lips to my thigh and I tightened my grip on his shoulder. I was stunned beyond words and deeply confused. With the shock that I was facing it was highly possible that I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming. His other hand went for my zipper and in no time the shorts came sliding from my body leaving me bare to him. I covered myself immediately and he made a face at me and moved away. He closed his eyes, placing his arms behind him. "I won't touch you..." Was all he said when he reopened his eyes staring up at me and my hands uncovered myself slowly. What? Wasn't he touching me before? He blinked and I slowly approached him, to my surprise he didn't run. This was exactly what he wanted, my permission. He wanted me to beg... ~~~~~ After our favorite transformers develops the technology to become human by the click of a a watch the future seemed bright. However Ironhide's future was cut short by Shockwave's hands in their recruit year of the human army. Being a killer Death was something that didn't bother Shockwave but what happens when the wife of his dead victim joins the army? Also to heighten this she is under his command and now the past comes to haunt him? Chromia swore she would claim the life of the man who murdered her husband but what happens when she finds out she slept with the killer? Will she be able to fulfil her oath and will his nightmare ever leave? Read to find out guys ;) :) ;) :)Complete
In The Shadows
Behind the facade of a peaceful girl and a happy, financially stable young woman lies a truth I've hidden from the world, a truth that claws at my soul every single day. My life isn't the picture perfect dream it appears to be. it's a battlefield where I'm haunted by the shadows of my past. The memories? They're still vivid, like scars that refuse to fade. And as if that weren't enough, the universe seems to have its own cruel sense of humor. Enter my stalker, not your run of the mill shadow lurker, but a predator, relentless and obsessed. He's the nightmare that never fades, the darkness that watches from the corners, waiting for the right moment to strike. He's made my existence a living hell, a torment that doesn't stop, and I don't know if there's a way out of his grasp. Every day, I ask myself the same question. will I ever find my happy ending? Will I ever escape the twisted lie I've been living since I was a teenager? Or am I destined to remain trapped in this haunting reality? *********** "You..." My voice broke. "You did this." His eyes gleamed. "I warned you." "Why?" A tear slipped free, hot and unwanted. "She did nothing to you." His smile vanished in an instant. "YOU DID." The word slammed into the corridor, bouncing off the walls. He stepped closer, and I stumbled back, my legs barely holding me upright. "Everything that happens," he snarled, "is because of you. Because you ran. Because you disobeyed me." "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "It's not my fault." "It is," he said calmly now, cruelly. "It's always been your fault."
From the Pain I Can Never Heal From
A story of love, faith, and heartbreak across boundaries Love was never supposed to hurt like this. I thought I knew what it meant to trust, to open my heart and let someone in-but instead, I was left with scars I can't erase. It all started in the most unexpected place-a random group chat. A stranger's words, simple yet protective, made me feel seen for the very first time. What began as harmless conversations turned into late-night calls, secret confessions, and the kind of bond that felt too powerful to ever fade. But love is never just laughter and promises. It's jealousy, misunderstandings, distance, and fears that threaten to tear you apart. It's blocking and unblocking, crying at midnight, and holding on even when everything tells you to let go. So the question is- Was this love my greatest blessing, or the pain I can never heal from? This is not just a story about falling in love-it's about heartbreak, healing, and the way destiny plays with two souls who were never prepared for each other, yet somehow couldn't stay apart. Because sometimes, the people who change us the most... are the ones who break us too. © All Rights ReservedComplete
I hate you so much cause I luv you more than anything.
Have you ever loved someone so much that it scares you? Like... have you ever wanted to just drop everything you love and everyone you love, simply because the love he gives you feels more than enough? It's crazy, because I've never felt this way before - not even close. Sometimes it's so sweet it's almost unreal, like he's this calm in my chest I didn't know I was missing. But then there are moments, those tiny things he does that cut deeper than they should... and it's like my heart cracks in slow motion. I tell myself I'm done, that I'm walking away for good, that I deserve peace - and I do. But then there's this pull. This invisible force wrapping around us, tugging me back into him, like the universe is whispering that letting go isn't part of our story yet. And I hate it, and I love it, and I don't know what that says about me. All I know is that somehow, in all the chaos and confusion, he still feels like home.
Look What You Made Me Do
"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am anymore. I will be loud. I will be angry. I will tell the truth. Look what you've done. You gave me a story to tell. ----------------- Unfortunately, a true story. DISCLAIMER: This is my side of the story and, with the exception of a few voicemails/text messages/statements from friends, it all comes straight from my memory. As is the case with most PTSD brains, my memory isn't very good so I can't 100% confirm the accuracy of anything, but it is written almost exactly as I remember it. If anyone reading this happens to know something I don't, feel free to let me know. ----------------- Thank you for reading. ----------------- Dedicated to Sketch, and Toto, and Dr. Worm, and Mia, and anyone else (real or imaginary) that I loved, but they hated.Complete
Disturb My Peace (Revising)
I adored the way love appeared on the big screen-two people destined to go to great lengths just to be together. Above all else, they bent the world to make space for their love. And yet, I never once asked why: if love is boundless, without constraint, why does it so often arrive as an interruption-demanding more than it can give? Maya says love recognizes no barriers. I take that as gratitude for those with genuine hearts and sound minds. As for me, if you must intrude, disturb my peace-not my time. I remember the first time you let my heart bleed. We were young, and I prayed to God to change your mind-but my life was just beginning. I told myself, if it's meant to be, it will find its way back to me. So I wiped my tears and continued on my way. But then I found you again. Maybe I should have turned the other way. Maybe I should have been harder, colder, wiser. But something in me stayed soft. And just maybe-you were the answer. So I stayed. And I pray that my love for you won't be the end of me.Complete
These are my confessions to everything that I've done. When you read this I don't want you to look at me differently. I don't want your pity or any type of sympathy. See I knew what I signed up for when I entered the game. I choose this lifestyle and at one time I thought it was the best choice for me. I had access to any and everything. Don't be fooled though there is always a dark side. Nobody ever tells you about the price you have to pay when you are in my position. Everybody sees the good but, not the bad. The days you have to spend trying to cover your face with makeup. The different people you meet every night just to survive. The things you would go through just to get someone's attention. I guess you could say I did it for love. Only if you believe in that type of stuff. I would like to call my experience a high. It was pure ecstasy at first. The charming smile, expensive clothes, fancy dinners, nice vacations. Then it turns into a living hell you can't escape from. That's when people start showing their true colors. When lights go off there is a whole different side to a person. You could literally be sleeping next to the devil himself. 'Let's do this dirty laundry'
More detailsContent Guidelines