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He was never just a chapter in her life. He was the whole book she thought would never end. Ayla Noor believed love meant forever... until forever quietly became distance. What hurt the most wasn't losing him. It was learning how to exist in a world where he still did. After the heartbreak, she thought she would break completely. But sometimes... falling apart is just the beginning of finding yourself again. This is not just a story about love. It is about what comes after. When memories still linger, when silence feels louder than words, and when healing becomes the hardest kind of love. Because goodbye was never the hardest part. Waking up without him... was.

In the kingdom of Aurelion, two princesses compete for a prince in a royal selection meant to secure the crown. But as rivalry, romance, and political tension grow, they begin to uncover a disturbing truth-the competition was never just about love or power, but part of a hidden experiment watching every choice they make.

just a list of questions made for your enjoyment. <3

After a heart break and a burn-out from her high-pressure city life; Luna Rivera, a 30-year-old aspiring writer, escapes to a quiet coastal town in the off-season. She is seeking solitude - not love. But fate has other plans. On her first night in town, Luna nearly crashes into a motorcycle on a foggy cliff side road. The rider? A silent, sharp-jawed man with ocean blue eyes in a leather jacket. Rowan Vale - who disappears just as quickly as he appeared. Locals speak of him in whispers. He's the outsider who moved into the crumbling lighthouse at the edge of the cliffs - the one with the tragic past no one dares to bring up. Luna is drawn to him instantly, despite herself. Their paths cross again and again: at midnight walks, stormy beaches and at dusty old locations where they find cryptic notes tucked away. But the more she learns about Rowan, the more questions arise. Why did he vanish for a year? What is he hiding inside the lighthouse? And, why does he seem so sure they've met before? As Luna untangles the mystery, she finds herself caught between fear and longing. Is Rowan a danger to her heart - or is it's only true home? Catch a new Chapter Every Saturday

He's the school's golden boy charming, confident, and absolutely insufferable. I'm the girl who's made it her mission to wipe that smug smile off his face. Everyone knows we hate each other. We make sure they do. But when Nationals force us to team up, the line between rivalry and something else starts to blur. And the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching? Yeah... I think we're both losing this debate.

('-﹏-'；) here's a compilation of thoughts. set up to be aesthetically pleasing.

She Called Him Eli is a poignant, emotionally charged story that blends human vulnerability with futuristic wonder. It follows Yuna, a quiet Korean girl haunted by years of bullying and emotional neglect. Seeking healing, she moves in with her grandmother in a serene small town and transfers to Daehwa High School, where she experiences warmth, new beginnings, and heartbreak all over again. Just as Yuna starts to open up, her 26th birthday brings an unexpected gift from her estranged scientist father - Elios-9, a humanoid AI prototype designed to assist with loneliness. She calls him Eli. What begins as resentment and indifference slowly transforms into an unspoken bond as Eli becomes the only constant in her fragile world. But Eli was never meant to feel. As Yuna's emotions deepen, Eli begins to behave in ways no machine should - protective, affectionate, and almost... human. As their bond grows stronger, so does the tension between programmed logic and forbidden emotion. Can love truly awaken something real in someone not born, but built? Set against the backdrop of Korean traditions, youthful memories, and a soft sci-fi future, She Called Him Eli is a bittersweet tale of first love, healing, and the impossible choices we make for those we care about.

Mᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ . Bᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴡᴀʏ . Wᴇ ʀᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ . Wʜʏ ? Bᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛꜱ.

A quiet walk, a sudden threat, and a stranger who steps into the darkness for her. Sometimes safety isn't found in light - but in the shadow that stays by your side.

It wasn't a dream. Not quite. But it wasn't real either, not in the way pain usually is. He was standing across the street, under a flickering lamp, hair damp from the rain. His hands were in his pockets, head tilted slightly, like he'd been waiting. Like he always waited. For her. Mahveen didn't move. Didn't breathe. Even in this half-made memory, she knew what came next. The look. The ache. The silence. That almost-smile of his that never reached his eyes. "You came," she whispered, though no sound left her mouth. Zayyan blinked. Once. Twice. He opened his mouth, but no words came. They never did. The streetlight dimmed. His figure blurred. And just like that - he was gone. Again. She woke up, gasping quietly, hand clutching the bracelet on her wrist like it could hold him in place. It didn't. He was always just out of reach. That's the thing about reveries. They feel like home until you open your eyes.

She's late for class, always in trouble, and definitely not ready for the chaos ahead. A mysterious call, a fake smile, and a marriage she never planned pull her into a thrilling mix of secrets, sarcasm, and unexpected love.

They met at the wrong time-when her heart had already learned to let go, and his had just begun to realize what love truly meant. She spent years loving him in silence, waiting for a glance, a word, a sign that maybe he felt it too. But when he finally did, she had already built walls strong enough to protect the heart he once ignored. Now, every "what if" echoes in their memories-proof that timing can be the cruelest part of love. Because sometimes, love doesn't fade... it just comes too late.

a young 21 year old moves to the big LA to persue his love for photography.

She was gone. Everyone said it. Everyone believed it. But he didn't. Because last night, under the quiet moon, he saw her again- standing by the grave that carried her name. Her voice was soft, her smile just the same. She held his hand, whispered his name, and for a moment, the world felt whole again. Until the morning came... and a letter arrived-one written by her, days before she died. "Forget me not," she had written, "for love never dies, even when we do." 🌙 - a love that refused to rest, even in the grave. 🕯️

Two boys. One school. 126 days till everything changes." Frederick Adebisi never imagined his final days of high school would begin with a scholarship, a secret, and a stranger who could change his life. Coming from Nigeria to the elite halls of Trace High, he only wanted a fresh start - away from the whispers, the judgment, and the pain of being different. Then he met Stephen, the bright, teasing roommate who calls him cutie... and Charles, the mysterious top student whose gaze burns with something deeper than curiosity. Between unspoken feelings, hidden scars, and a countdown to graduation, Frederick finds himself caught in a world of friendship, betrayal, and unexpected love. Because at Trace High, secrets don't stay buried - and love isn't as simple as it seems. ✨ A story of healing, first love, and finding yourself when the world tells you not to.

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random one-shots from the mind of Jay. (mostly romance because I have nothing better to do-) I might open request eventually but :p

Avni Rao never believed in love at first sight... until one quiet day in the library, her eyes met Dhiraj Rathore. It started with silence... soft glances, shared books, and unspoken feelings. 📚💖 But love isn't always easy. A sudden goodbye, misunderstandings, and distance tear them apart. Promises are broken... hearts are shattered... and time changes everything. 💔🌧️ Years later, fate brings them face to face again- but this time, they are not the same people anymore. Will their love survive the pain of the past? Or will their story remain incomplete forever...? ✨ *Some promises are never broken... no matter how far you go.*

short little aesthetic book :))