Naked Intentions
- Reads 29
- Votes 0
- Parts 5
MatureOngoing5m
Last published Tue, May 20, 2025
They were never meant to last,too guarded, too alike, both fluent in silence and exits. But in the span of a single night, they found each other three times: once in a rush of lips and limbs, desperate to forget themselves; again, slower, as if trying to memorize a body they'd never see again; and finally, raw and reckless, like a storm neither could stop. It wasn't love,it couldn't be but it was honest. Mind-blowing, soul-shaking, and over by morning. No promises. No lies.
Just fire between two people who knew better than to stay.
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
Yours in Silence
"It was never meant to be more than tea." A healer with too much heart. A prince with too much pride. They were friends first - a quiet bond built over shared cups of tea, soft laughter in an apothecary, and banter that lingered far too long beneath the surface. But some feelings refuse to stay buried. And when war calls them both away, the fragile thread between them begins to fray. Now, on battlefields and in borrowed hours, friendship becomes a shield they can no longer hold - and longing becomes the one thing neither dares to name. Friends to lovers. Slow burn. Banter sharp enough to bleed. Longing written in every silence. You didn't sign up for this much pain. Neither did they.Complete
After Everything
Prologue: Before the storm, there was softness. There was laughter in quiet cafes, late-night calls that turned into early mornings, hands tangled in each other like roots learning how to hold. There was a boy who made me feel seen, and a girl who still believed that love-real love-could be enough. We weren't perfect, but we were in love. The kind of love that feels handwritten by the universe. The kind of love you bet everything on, even when the odds start to shift. But the thing about love is that it doesn't unravel all at once. It frays. Quietly. Softly. One skipped detail. One unanswered question. One moment of doubt that grows roots while you're still convincing yourself everything's fine. This is a story about that unraveling. About the ache of being almost chosen. About trust that cracked before it broke. But it's also a story about resilience. About finding your voice in the silence. About choosing love-not just in someone else, but in yourself. Because sometimes the greatest love stories aren't the ones that come easy. They're the ones you fight for, walk away from, and learn to return to with open eyes. This is not just a love story. It's a reckoning. A healing. A reminder that sometimes, even in the aftermath, love still finds a way back. And this time, it's real.Complete
Brutally yours
To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.Complete
Kisses Didn't Cure Me
*She spent her whole life searching for something that didn't exist - not in her family, not in the boys who swore they loved her, and definitely not in the mirror. Alone in a world that never made space for her softness, she gave up on love altogether. Until him. A man who didn't rush her healing, didn't flinch at her scars, and didn't leave when she tried to push him away. But love, for her, has never been gentle. And kisses? They never cured her before... so why would this be any different? "Kisses Didn't Cure Me" is a story about heartbreak, trauma, solitude, and the slow, dangerous art of learning to trust again.*Complete
Almond
"Some people teach you how to speak again. Others make you wish you'd stayed silent." _____ Almond A quiet love. A buried past. A story that will leave you aching. She doesn't talk much-not about the things that matter. Not about the names she still can't say aloud. Not about the night that changed everything. She just wants to breathe without breaking. To disappear into the background and not be noticed. But He notices her. Gentle where others push, patient where others pry-he doesn't ask her to open up. He just stays. And sometimes, that's louder than words. But love is never simple. And even the softest hearts have storms waiting inside them. "A soft love story wrapped in ache, healing, and unspoken words. Walk with me through the quiet chaos of two broken hearts trying to find their way. You won't regret it." -----
THE BOOK OF FORGOTTEN DELIBERATELY
"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.Complete
The Date | Noctis x Tifa
They didn't know who or what kind of person the other was. They didn't even tell each other their names. It was better that way. She referred to him as the "stranger" and he called her "beautiful". From the beginning, they both knew that no matter what happened, it would stay in one night, in one city. On a hot July day in Midgar. They were both okay with that. Or so... they thought at first. 🍹 A Noctis x Tifa long shot. 🍹 *Clarifications: -This shot is inspired by my own GMV of Noctifa, Señorita, which is already posted on my YouTube channel. -It's been a long time since I've written so I'm pretty rusty, sorry about that. -English is not my mother tongue. I had to translate the text online and I will gradually go over it to correct any grammatical or syntactical errors that may have been generated. My apologies for all those mistakes. -With nothing more to say, I hope you like this loooong shot.Complete
A Promise Carved In Dawn
They were once two hearts too young to hold love's weight-their promises lost to time, their hearts bruised by pride. But time has a beautiful way of softening the sharp edges of the past. When fate draws them together again, not as it was before, but as something deeper, steadier, a flame finally strong enough to endure. As souls finally grown enough to keep the promise carved in dawn.
"It was never meant to be more than tea." A healer with too much heart. A prince with too much pride. They were friends first - a quiet bond built over shared cups of tea, soft laughter in an apothecary, and banter that lingered far too long beneath the surface. But some feelings refuse to stay buried. And when war calls them both away, the fragile thread between them begins to fray. Now, on battlefields and in borrowed hours, friendship becomes a shield they can no longer hold - and longing becomes the one thing neither dares to name. Friends to lovers. Slow burn. Banter sharp enough to bleed. Longing written in every silence. You didn't sign up for this much pain. Neither did they.
More detailsContent Guidelines