Betweenthelines Stories

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT After a chaotic start to the new school year, nothing would ever be the same for Madison Rose and Nathaniel Kingsley. Between new classes, unexpected projects, and her friend group slowly growing, Madison has a feeling this year will test her patience, her protective instincts, and maybe even her heart. Madison notices the little things-the sunlight spilling across a library table, the faint tremble in someone's hands, the quirks that make people who they are. Creative, caring, and fiercely protective of the people she loves, she isn't expecting to notice him. Nathaniel Kingsley is someone you wouldn't dare cross-tall, sharp features, a Doberman's glare in his eyes-but there's more to him than that. Paint-stained fingers, a slouched posture, a guarded expression-he's carrying something heavy, and yet something about him makes Madison want to see past the mask. Thrown together by a group project and Spencer's insistence, Madison is about to learn that some sparks are impossible to ignore-and that sometimes, the heart notices more than the eyes can see. [ inspiration from " Not So Loved" by @BeccaRuth_ ]

We are taught to prepare for the big heartbreaks-the betrayals, the arguments, and the sudden endings. But no one prepares you for the quiet erosion of a friendship that was supposed to last forever. There is no manual for the moment you realize a person has transitioned from a daily presence to a distant memory. Erased follows the subtle, realistic journey of two people moving through the motions of their own lives. It is an exploration of the "drifting" phase-the slow stretch of time where messages go unanswered, shared jokes lose their spark, and the vibrant colors of a shared history begin to fade into the background. It's a story about the weight of silence and the realization that sometimes, people aren't taken from us by force. Sometimes, they are simply smoothed over by the mundane routine of growing up, leaving behind a space where a person used to be. Because the most painful part of losing someone isn't the goodbye. It's the slow process of being erased.

Some feelings are never spoken out loud... yet they linger in glances, smiles, and quiet moments shared together. This is the story of two friends who might not even realize how important they've become to each other. A love that doesn't need to rush or shout, but is clear to the hearts that truly know one another. Follow Harry and Hermione in this universe, and discover a gentle love that grows... between the lines. ♥

Every night, someone escapes into pages where love feels safe, and eyes see every hidden part of them. But as dawn creeps in, will words alone ever soothe the ache of a heart yearning for the one who lives only between the lines?

♪waves cease to ebb in the mind of a nameless bird that sings, let me guide you into a delve of the little things.♪

This poem is for the silent warriors-the ones underestimated, overlooked, and dismissed. It's about surviving the fire that others thought would consume you, transforming every attack into strength, and rising unseen yet undeniable. Your power doesn't need applause; your growth speaks for itself.

just something.. A feeling someone made me feel..

This isn't just a story-it's my truth, my fire, my reality. Life will always reveal who people really are when they think you're not watching, when they think you don't feel, when they assume you'll just carry what doesn't belong to you. But I don't. I don't carry dead weight, I don't bend for hypocrisy, and I don't shrink for judgment. I read energy, I see masks fall, I hear the lies between the lines. I'm not here to play savior or sponge for chaos-I'm here to stand in my light. And that light? It blinds the ones who live in shadow. They block me, they delete themselves, they run from the mirror I hold up. That's not my loss-it's their reflection. I am Alexandria-whole, gifted, unshakable, unstoppable since birth. My boundaries are sacred, my awareness is sharp, and my presence is power. To everyone reading this-protect your energy, honor your gifts, and never apologize for being too much. The ones meant to walk with you will align. The rest will disappear. That's divine timing. That's truth. That's me-raw, real, unfiltered.

Two hearts 💖. Two minds. Two completely different worlds. He is 17, mischievous 😏, carefree, and full of playful sarcasm. Living in a hostel, he navigates life with jokes, games, and a streak of independence. She is 15, thoughtful, shy, and a little too serious for her own good. Overthinking is her habit, and ambition often seems just out of reach. Fate brings them together in the most ordinary way..a simple online chat 💌 sparked by a birthday. Two days of flirting, teasing, and laughter lay the foundation of a bond that feels stronger than distance, differences, or misunderstandings. Despite their opposing personalities..his messiness vs. her order, his boldness vs. her shyness, his impulsiveness vs. her careful planning..they slowly discover something extraordinary ✨: a connection that feels inevitable. "Threads of Fate" is a story about love in the modern age 💞, about how two very different people can find common ground, learn from each other, and build something meaningful. Full of heartwarming moments, emotional intensity, playful banter, and small sparks of magic, this story explores the beauty of differences, the power of understanding, and the hope that some connections are truly destined. Step into their world, where every laugh, every argument, every message, and every glance threads together a journey of love, growth, and destiny.

random thoughts unspoken words these things No one has heard

"in the midst of it all, i was trapped; trapped between the lines of self-love and self-hate." a constellation of words trapped between the lines; a poetry collection. © by -tenaciously cover by @oldfilms

Get your popcorn, and get ready to read some deep shit. Okay not that deep. Maybe, if you read in between the lines and look a little further. You'll see.

Certified black sheep Adeline Chase is struggling her way through college with a dead end job and her love life nonexistent. Outcasted by her peers and family, she finds peace in a small family owned bookstore. Checking out a book for a report, the last thing Adeline expects is to be transported into the book. Literally. Only when she comes too seconds later in her lecture hall, she chalks it all up as sleep deprivation. Her short lived hope is whisked away when she picks up up a new romantasy novel she checked out and wakes up on the cold cell for of a dungeon. Now trapped in a fantastical world of dragons, kingdoms, and morally grey warriors, and wayward Princes, Adeline must figure out a way out of the book...before she becomes trapped between the lines forever.

How to sink under the grey and cold.

This is a recopilation of all my poems, both in Spanish and English. I don't think anyone will quote this, but if you do please give me the credits and don't steal my content. I feel happy to finally share my thoughts and feelings where I can't be judged. Please enjoy, let me know if you can relate, and feel free to share your story if you want to. I'll be glad to hear that there's more people like me. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Esta es una recopilación de todos mis poemas, tanto en español como en inglés. No creo que nadie cite esto, pero si lo haces, por favor dame los créditos y no robes mi contenido. Me siento feliz de finalmente compartir mis pensamientos y sentimientos en un lugar donde nadie me esté juzgando. Disfrútalo, comenta si te sientes identificado, y siéntete libre de compartir tu historia si así lo deseas. Me alegraría saber que existen más personas como yo.

Naučila sa od svojho nepriateľa čítať medzi riadkami, taktizovať a manipulovať. Situácia a napätie medzi stranami sa každým dňom zhoršuje a je čas konať. Ako však vyvrcholí situácia, keď sa po roku stretnú? Kto bude o krok vpred a kto sa nechá chytiť do pasce? Between the Lines je pokračovanie príbehu On the Other Side/SK.

Math can be easy as one, two, and three. Math could tell us the saddest love story; a tangent line that had the chance to meet then parted ways forever. A parallel line that never had a chance to meet. The asymptote lines who can get closer but will never be together. Which line would Zoey and Kiko end up in? Would they go too far in between the lines?

This poem is for the quiet ones who rise above the noise, the judgment, and the distractions. You walk through life unbothered, holding your power close and letting your actions speak louder than opinions. Every challenge is fuel, every doubter is a reminder, and every moment of silence is your strength. You are unseen, unstoppable, and unapologetically yourself.