Atmosphere Stories

A story of soft mornings, quiet laughter, and the warmth of two souls who fit just right - Leo, messy and tender; Sangwon, calm and steady. Love, in all its teasing, quiet ways. • SANGWON x LEO ✅ • Sangleo ✅ • Barista & Barista's bf ✅ • Myanmar Fan-fiction ✅

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

The Nassar house is loud, chaotic, and always on the edge of boiling over. Four brothers growing up in the heat of eastern Washington-fighting, bonding, messing up, holding on. They don't always get along. They don't always understand each other. But they're all they've got. A story about love that bites, loyalty that hurts, and the messy, complicated way brothers survive each other.

𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮 BOOK ONE | Resonant Series ☩☩☩☩☩☩☩☩ In the halls of Nevermore Academy, science bends to curiosity-and curiosity turns to obsession. He makes her his experiment. 
She becomes something far more dangerous. ☩☩☩☩☩☩☩☩ She had nothing to her name. No past. Only a power she couldn't contain let alone understood. He calls her an experiment. He makes her his. At Nevermore Academy, curiosity becomes control and affection becomes something unmeasurable. But Isaac Night doesn't believe in limits. And neither does Elena, the girl he's claimed. ☩☩☩☩☩☩☩☩ set in Wednesday series universe, pre-Addams family-I DO NOT own any characters from the series but my own.

Running, breaking, and letting go - not because you want to, but because sometimes it's all you can do. Neon Nights follows a woman trying to survive a single night in a city that doesn't care if she makes it out. There are no clean answers. No heroes. Just exhaustion, rain-soaked streets, and the quiet decisions that keep someone moving when stopping feels easier.

In a fractured, feverish Rome that never quite became legend... Horizon Meridiana an unseen shade half ghost half parasite slips in and out of bodies and destinies. Her mere presence splinters fate ...prayers curdle prophecies rot Aeneas wanders, hollow gods bleed tar.... She is a trembling angel with a glass heart that rings like a curse, hunted by priests and poets who cannot trap her.... This is an updated iteration of a previous draft. I modified the name to align more closely with my character and the narrative universe. The essence remains unchanged only the form has evolved. ~Cheyanne Denise Cheney

Fog and mist. The Wanderer guides the lost through the mist with his lantern. He fights away the shadows He repels time itself There was never a way to break the curse. Each person saved brought back memories that were once blurry and unclear. But those memories were best left buried. Uncovered once, life seemed brutal. Remembering the past regrets consumed him alive, and echoed in his brain loud and clear, with 5 words. "Why did I do that?" Follow him through the darkness as a tale unfolds. A one that belongs to shadows, time, mist, fate, destiny and a curse. Join us on this midnight journey. 🧡🩷I would really appreciate it if you voted and commented to let me know what I can improve on. Follow me to stay tuned for more🩷🧡

A woman built for the stars. A man who owns the shadows. A destiny neither can outrun. Emilia Monte was supposed to leave Earth behind - Mars mission, new identity, a future written in starlight. Instead, she's dragged back to New York... and straight into the orbit of the most dangerous man in the city: L'orso Alfonsi, the Don who devours empires. Their worlds should never touch. But when fate forces them into a marriage of power, loyalty becomes war - and attraction becomes the weapon neither of them can control. Star-Crossed Bosses is a cinematic slow-burn mafia romance filled with tension, luxury, danger, and chemistry sharp enough to ruin lives. Season 1 begins now. With 🖤 and ruin.

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"We were all victims of sins we never committed........ Some of us sold their childhood just to survive, while I sold my sense of safety just to uncover the truth. On that night, it wasn't just the masks that fell-it was my ability to ever trust another human being again."

When a late-night phone call pulls Mike into a chilling mystery, he finds himself drawn to an abandoned building-and something lurking within. What begins as a prank spirals into a surreal nightmare, where shadows move, reality bends, and not everything is what it seems.

Haven came to the city to write a story - not to become part of one. A strange pawn shop. A dead man. And a simple gold ring that feels far too intentional to be chance. Maddox feels magic before he names it. He's learned that ignoring it has never made the world safer. As quiet forces begin to move, Haven finds herself at the center of something she doesn't remember choosing - and drawn toward a man who seems to know more than he's willing to say. What begins as curiosity sharpens into something more dangerous: trust, tension, and an attachment neither of them planned for. She doesn't yet understand what she's carrying - or what it's meant to awaken. Only that fate has a shape. And it fits perfectly on her finger.

Update: due to incessant uses of bots on Wattpad, i am beginning the process of migrating my stories to other sites, I'm not sure which ones yet, but the prologue for this story just got transferred into "Royal Road" "AO3" and "WebNovel" I will continue to post here on Wattpad for a while longer due to sentimentality. September 23rd, 2560, AI, Naomi Hello captain, to preface the ongoing conflict with the Banished forces, our resources are draining faster than anticipated, Marines, Spartan IV's, and even our Sangheili allies like the arbiter are being affected with the escalating conflict. ONI however is... they're getting on my nerves, they're being more paranoid than usual and I have an idea why, a field report in 2559 was filed during the Spirit of Fire issue, during their skirmises with the Banished, but that's not what's scaring ONI, at least i don't think.. in that report, a squad of marines under interim commander "Major Vaughan" have reported suspicious activity near firebase Omikron... something about a shifting shape with bioluminescent curtains within. a strange report to say the least, but whatever it is it's got ONI's panties in a bunch... AI Naomi, signing out. PS: i apologize but I must advise caution, I believe this universe is far larger than we all anticipated. --------- Authors Note: this Story is going to be INCREDIBLY slow.

THE NAMES WE OUTGREW by winter-fire Some loves do not end. They simply stop being places you can live. On the eve of his wedding, Nikolai is confronted with a truth he believed had been buried for years. Letters once lost to silence resurface, revealing that the woman he mourned never stopped loving him-and that the life he painstakingly rebuilt may have been founded on a misunderstanding that was never his to make. Caught between two women who embody different forms of survival-one forged in fire and ambition, the other in patience and quiet devotion-Nikolai must face a question with no merciful answer: Is love defined by the passion that first breaks us, or by the steady presence that teaches us how to endure? Told through shifting perspectives and steeped in imagery of winter, memory, and restraint, The Names We Outgrew is a literary exploration of grief, gratitude, and the cost of becoming whole-asking what it means to choose a future when the past refuses to remain silent.

Clara was raised where the moor teaches patience and silence. When Elias arrives, guarded and unwilling to be known, their connection forms quietly, shaped as much by what is withheld as what is offered. Time and distance pull them apart, but some loves wait-carried on wind, memory, and the choice to return.

'Uncomfortable After Dark' is a collection of short fiction I've wrote designed to unsettle rather than frighten. These are quick, contained stories, each meant to be read in a single sitting. The unease in these stories comes from quiet places, familiar settings and ordinary people. Most are supernatural, emotional or both and there's even a touch of warmth. There are no jump scares and no neat explanations, just the slow realisation that something isn't right. Read them quickly but sit with them for longer. I'll add more frequently.

The city lay swallowed by eternal darkness, lifeless and silent after Clara's disappearance, its only beacon of hope extinguished. Empty streets, abandoned playgrounds, and withered gardens whispered of decay, while shadows crept into every corner, suffocating all life. The people moved like ghosts, their laughter and dreams stolen, and the Night of the Lost Paradise pressed down with relentless oppression. Yet in the heart of this despair, a flicker of hope remained: could divine forces pierce the darkness, awaken the city, and banish the evil that had claimed the Night of the Lost Paradise?

Most are born into the humdrum of ordinary lives, but a rare few, starting from nothing, hunger for greatness. From an exploited immigrant toiling in the shadows of Goldhaven-a land where wealth and freedom converge-he rises to become the feared Godfather. From a rule-abiding outcast, he transforms into the unseen emperor who dictates the underworld's laws-by day, the Federation reigns, but when night cloaks the city, it bends to his will! "Shadows can rival light, even snuffing it out!" he declares. "We earn every cent with honor, never by extortion."

Writing isn't just about putting words on a page; it's about discovering parts of yourself you didn't know existed. Today, I found myself stuck on a chapter, only to realize that the character's hesitation was actually my own. It's funny how our stories become mirrors. I'm learning to lean into the silence and let the characters speak for themselves, even when the path isn't clear. To every writer out there struggling with a "blank page" day: your story is still moving, even when the cursor isn't. ~Mercy Alfred

A girl whose heart glows like a lantern. A warmth that reaches someone she's never met. A love story that begins not with searching, but with remembering. This is the moment two unseen souls recognize each other across distance, silence, and the quiet ache of night. A soft, atmospheric tale about resonance, intuition, and the invisible thread that pulls two hearts into the same breath.