Aesthetic Stories

꒰ desi soft romance novel x winter vibes ꒱ ──── On a hazy winter season, many years ago, they met. Now they meet again. And it's another winter season. "The answer to my life's puzzle is you." ──── wordcount : 22k part 2. of the UTS series ade © 2023

You felt alive, that's chemical / You felt secure, that's called a home. A graphic lotto + portfolio [CLOSED] Graphics by @tsuyvri. Please do not steal or copy. Lotto concept @soulofstaars

- A slow-burn romantasy with fae courts, false identities, and dangerous choices - "I was taken from my world to replace a girl who was already dead. They dressed me in white, gave me her name, and promised me safety if I stayed silent. I was meant to be a bride. A symbol. A lie. But the prince I was promised to doesn't see me the way he should. And the man who brought me here is watching, waiting for me to break. I am not the girl they think I am. And if the truth comes out, it will destroy us all." #fantasy #fae #fairies #romance #slowburn #enemiestolovers #royalty #forcedmarriage #fakeidentity #darkfantasy #forbiddenlove Note: This story is taking part in the Open Novella Contest 2026 #ONC #OpenNovellaContest

Edward and Amelia Quint are twins who come from one of the richest families in Vermont. The Quints have a long standing rivalry with another affluent family, the Hearst's. John is a junior in high school while Delaney, like the twins, is a sophomore in high school. What happens when the teens get sent to Carrington Academy. One of the oldest and most prestigious schools in America. Will the rivalry grow or will new feelings be discovered?

The story continues... but peace is nowhere in sight. The Kim family's lives are thrown into a storm of misunderstandings, betrayal, and heartbreak. Taehyung and Yonah cling desperately to their last hopes, fighting against the darkness threatening to tear their family apart. Meanwhile, one cruel twist of fate shatters everything Rose and Jimin once believed in. A single misunderstanding... enough to turn their love into a battlefield of pain, silence, and distance. Will love survive when trust is broken? Will the shattered hearts ever find their way back? In the end... only time will reveal the fate of these four souls.

~ pyaar nhi hona tha.... 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙖 ~

"Every child is an artist; the problem is staying an artist when you grow up."~Pablo Picasso Welcome to my second vault of graphics! For those of you who are familiar with my first graphics vault, some things will be the same in this one and others will be new! I'm looking forward to jumping into this with all of you and I hope it'll be fun for you too!

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Taller Gyaru x shorter emo boy „She's just using me... right?" Daiki's diary (UNFINISHED AND I DONT THINK IT WILL BE BECAUSE I LOVE MY OCS) Daiki is unseen boy at his school, nobody knows who he is, nobody talks to him, he likes it that way. It's calm only himself, that peace comes to an End when a new girl enters his school during September everyone's last year of high school. Her name is Miyu she's loud, confident, sassy kind when she wants to be. The complete opposite of our male lead. At first he sees her as this annoying girl who won't leave him alone but over time he starts to develop feelings for her feelings which he doesn't want to admit. Want to know more? Read my wattpad!

Riri knows a place where the world goes quiet. The problem is... someone else does too.

Every soul, Every mind, Every magic The past, The present, The future Is made, controlled, belongs to the ultimate power AELIORA

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Random/disordered pieces. Generally written in a dreary haze of sorts. More lucid than brain fog yet with the oppression of hallucination. A wakeful dream; The sense of it, at the very moment it's written been clear, slips away when revisited later. It's rather useless by then. Passion never lasts. And I'm stuck romanticizing the ephemeral. <> Finding human writing/art/media apart from ai will become as pedantic as abstaining for organic produce from the conventional in a market. It all feeds the same anyhow: SFX Props? VFX CGI? GenAI? At some point, barely anyone would bother differentiating. The consequences overall lies in rumor and superstition with a scientific flavor. Getting ahead of the curb by acting on suggestions/hypotheses as mandates; could such gamble be afforded over and over? Doesn't gambling lead to a net loss on average? By the end of it, organic's the minority, as against automation, so will be humanity. Writing on itself as a form of sincere expression, like this, is a type of clownery. A doomed hobby, mutually outmoded as reading. Doomscrolling would've been a better use of time on my end. "Fast fashion" form of writing has always been the point for the mainstream. Writing's streamlined for a long while now. LLM-AI is that final step to maximize the output. Really, is it bad? Its a self-sufficient haven: Why complain over getting more of what one wants, like the want of reading? Quality in art is in the mercy of subjectivity. Not good enough? Want improvement?: Improvement is the expertise of ai. It's only natural. What can be done? I don't know: spiting against a tsunami will not prevent it from coming and washing everything away that's good. And sometimes it takes even the bad amongst the wreck. I'm here; Luddite. Inept. I can only wait to be swept away or drown by it. Whichever comes first. "Sent from my IPhone"🙏🌽⚽️ Cover: Self-Edited(Muhammad Siyah Qalam miniatures)

Brandon, a broke barista, meets Skye, a sweet regular. ©︎ 2018 Karran Kumar

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚" he said in a husky voice making me feel a shiver down my throat. I nodded "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨" he said making me flinch. "𝙄 𝙪-𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙" I said trying to free myself. This is not a real but a imagination ♡ ~ Divya Singhania a normal girl who was forced to marry Ritesh Singhania as her own decision because of her family debt. ~ Ritesh Singh Rathore a successful business man and also a mafia boss who forced Divya to marry him as he fell in love with her at the moment he laid his eyes on her. >< ~'They say the queen doesn't need a king to get power. It is king who kneel down to bow her'~

(𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜) 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

Life can sometimes give you lemons, often you can feel like a menace to society, more importantly to your own self. Life is always black and white. There is a hope that blooms in my heart, wanting to capture the true colors. But time to time that feels impossible. Until I saw you. You were my color in a field full of sunflowers. All those colors where only black and white but you.. I saw you in all colors. That day felt like a new start, the start of the innocence of 29 days. This is my first book, written from a place of emotion, memory, and quiet longing. Any kind of support means more than you know. Feel free to leave your thoughts - I'd love to hear how the story made you feel. I hope you find a part of yourself in these pages.

"I'm not running from you, Vanya. I'm running from the person I become when I'm with you." In the silent, oak-lined sectors of elite Chandigarh, seventeen-year-old Ivaan is a ghost in a heritage kothi. He has mastered the art of being invisible while living in a mansion. After a past that left his soul in splinters, he lives by one survival instinct: Never attach. Never break again. &gt; He only trusts the roar of his GT 650 and the hollow, indigo silence of Dhanas Lake. But then comes Vanya. A high-society medical student who operates on logic but feels through intuition. She is the golden daughter of a powerful lineage, trapped in a life that feels like a beautiful, oxygen-less vault. Every time their souls resonate, Ivaan's first instinct is to bolt. The connection is electric, dangerous, and terrifyingly real. But for Ivaan, every step toward her feels like a betrayal of the grief he has nurtured for years. He is terrified that if he stops running, the fragments of his heart will finally cut him to the bone. She wants to find the pieces. He's afraid to see the whole picture. A dark, elite aesthetic tale of chronic grief, high-society isolation, and the terrifying beauty of falling apart together.

In the heart of Berlin, two inseparable childhood friends made a promise beneath the summer sky - to never let go of each other. But innocence doesn't survive blood. When Élise Laurent's parents are murdered in a mysterious attack, her world collapses overnight. And the boy who once swore to protect her - Leonard Vogel - disappears without a trace. Years later, fate brings them face to face again. Élise is no longer the soft girl who fed swans by the lake. She is sharp, guarded, and determined to uncover the truth behind her parents' death. Leonard is no longer the boy she once knew. Now living between Berlin and Paris, he is powerful, untouchable... and hiding a dangerous secret that could destroy everything. As old feelings resurface and buried memories ignite, love begins to bloom again - but so do the shadows of the past. Because some secrets are written in blood. And some loves are destined to burn. When Élise gets closer to the truth, Leonard makes a heartbreaking choice - pushing her away with a lie to protect her from a reality too cruel to survive. Season 1 ends not with closure... but with ashes.

⸻⸻ㅤ sometimes the stars aren't there to guide you. sometimes they're just there to remind you that being far away is also a way of being seen oc fem soloist ╱ on going © gwrmie , 2026