Bitter-sweet Stories

Set in the late 1990s, this is a story about friendship, growing up, and the quiet moments that stay with you long after they've passed. When Misaki arrives late on the first day of school, she doesn't expect much from the year ahead. until she's seated next to Kai, a quiet, distant boy who keeps to himself. Alongside her best friend Lina and Kai's childhood friend Haru, the four of them slowly form an unlikely bond that turns ordinary days into something unforgettable. From after-school snack runs and late-night study sessions to summer beach trips and festivals under the fireworks, their world becomes filled with laughter, chaos, and moments that feel like they'll last forever. But as time moves forward and their final year approaches, feelings that were never meant to be complicated begin to surface. Between unspoken words, fleeting glances, and memories captured in silence, Misaki and Kai are forced to confront what they mean to each other-before the moments they share become nothing more than memories. A slow-burn story about the people who change us, the time we can't hold onto, and the quiet kind of love that's felt in everything left unsaid.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰ "What's that?" she reached up for him, his face in her palm as she examined whatever was there. She pressed on it, and it kind of stung. "Did that hurt?" "Not really," he muttered. "Are you sure?" and he nodded. "It looks a bit swollen. It might've come from when you hit the ground or, something... I don't even know. It's just a small bruise, though, so I guess it's okay?" "Thanks, Doctor," he teased, and she pouted, the warmth of her skin leaving as she settled back into her seat. "How is it my fault you like to fight?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and he fully leaned in. His hand was no longer on the edge of the back cushions; rather, it had moved to her thigh. "How is it my fault you look good tonight?" he whispered in her ear. "Girls like you make me love to fight." ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ After leaving his short-term relationship with his next-door neighbour, Grey scrambles to find the remaining pieces of the largest puzzle that he was born into: his life- only to trample over a tiny, tiny thing. It was a misstep, really... he'd never meant to stumble into her that day. Now he did, he could never let her go. After moving to a new place in her new town of Hazelwood Heights, July came to find new connections and new beginnings... She didn't intend to make the school's bad boy her friend, or her boyfriend, God forbid. But the tides were quickly changing in their newfound friendship, and through good or for worse, through thick and thin, they'd go through it together, right? ⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰ BEST RANKS! (So far) #1 in #newauthor #77 in #fiction #233 in #mysterious

You attracted the attention of some strange individuals... Good luck. (MOST CHAPTERS WILL BE ONESHOTS, SOME MAY GET SEQUELS. FEEL FREE TO REQUEST.) Cover is Kisara from Engage Kiss.

❝ HOW DOES THE NAME VENTI SOUND? ❞ »----------✄ Wandering around Starsnatch Cliff, you gathered Cecilia's in a small basket. However, as you near the peak of the cliff, you stumbled upon a young boy who possessed a pair of large white wings. But his feathers were torn and he was gravely injured. Fearful that he'd die, you brought him to your home to tend to his wounds. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 Estimated chp: 45 Forewarning: ‣ Angst ‣ blood ‣ slight mentions of sh (self-harm) ‣ implied suicide ‣ gore ‣ violence ‣ mild cursing ☆ Cover Art: @poscorn617 (twt) Character Credits: Genshin Impact 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Plagiarism is strictly prohibited. Please do not copy, trace the plot, or repost my story, thank you.

At Evergreen Academy, perfection is expected and power is inherited. A'noria arrives on a full scholarship, determined to prove that she belongs. Ezran has always ruled the top. Admired, untouchable, certain that no one could rival him. Until her. What starts as a competition turns into something sharper...older. Because their rivalry happened once before. It feels like history is repeating itself...

Before everything fell apart, it was just a shade darker than love. Joshua Hong never meant to become the kind of person who survives instead of lives. He is still gentle, still composed, still standing exactly where people expect him to be. From the outside, nothing seems broken. From the inside, everything feels muted-like a song played too softly to recognize. Choi Y/N exists now only in absence, yet her presence lingers in ways that refuse to be named. In habits that don't make sense anymore. In rooms that feel unfamiliar. In the quiet moments where memory is louder than reality. This is not a story about how they fell in love. This is what comes after love- when the world keeps moving but something inside you doesn't. When healing is suggested, but remembering feels safer. When silence becomes a companion instead of a void. Joshua is not unraveling. He is holding himself together too carefully. This is him navigating days that feel heavier than they should, surrounded by people who sense something unspoken, carrying a past that hasn't learned how to stay in the past. In the Time of Grey is a quiet, introspective continuation of In the Time of Us- a story about aftermath rather than endings, about the spaces love leaves behind, and the dangerous comfort of not letting go. Not every love story ends loudly. Some fade. Some linger. And some remain- right here, in the time of grey.

1994. Life in Hawkins goes on. But for Mike Wheeler, it hasn't been the same for a long time. He's trying his hand at writing, but hasn't had much success so far. Yet his life and fate are about to take a new turn when he receives a letter from Iceland. This letter brings new hope, but at the same time forces him to make some big decisions once again...

"The Way You Are was born from the quiet tension between what we show and what we truly are. It's a story about fragile souls trying to exist in a world that often misunderstands them. Behind the school walls, the novel explores emotional abuse, the weight of expectation, and the silent beauty of resilience. This is not a story of perfect love-it's a reflection of how broken hearts still find ways to shine. I wanted to capture the raw, unfiltered emotion of being human, of loving despite the fear, and of learning that being yourself is the most daring act of all."

© 2026 ALL RIGHT RESERVED. OSHELIA PRIMROSE'S FIRST STORY | ON WATTPAD. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jasper Ashford was a conqueror from Ashfordia, Mawar Juwita was a girl of Serindah a land he was sent to claim. "You come as you please, destroying everything! And now you raise taxes as you please?!" Juwita's voice trembled with fury. "I will lower the taxes-for you," Jasper replied, his voice low, dangerous. "But on one condition..." A pause. "Marry me." In a land of spices, sun-drenched fields, and rising rebellion, Mawar is forced to choose between protecting her people... or surrendering herself to the very man threatening to take everything. But Jasper is no ordinary enemy. And Mawar is no girl who bows easily. As power clashes with defiance, and duty tangles with something far more dangerous, one question remains- Can love exist... where freedom is at stake? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- START: 26 - 03 - 2026 (remake date) END: ? - ? - ? ⚠️ : I forbid anyone from copying my story. 🥈 - #MIX on 28/03/2026

Set during the First World War, the story intends to explore the different perspectives of two individuals through a series of letters. Some meant to be read, some not. This version shows a quiet life, marked by the memory of someone he could never forget. His letters remained unsent, his love folded away with the parts of himself the world was never meant to see. Another version, written in collaboration with @snxww_flxkes - a life cut short by war, with love and hope tucked away in his pocket. He died holding onto words meant for someone who would never know the truth.

In the quiet, sun-drenched garden, Iris and Eiden spent ten years weaving a world that only they inhabited. It was a love built on slow mornings, shared dreams of art, and a childhood promise that they would be each other's first, last, and only. But when the blinding lights of the entertainment industry turn their gaze toward Eiden, the "boy from the garden" is replaced by a "King" manufactured for the masses. Suddenly, their private sanctuary is traded for a high-stakes "Love Team" contract, and Iris finds herself a ghost in her own life, watching from the shadows as Eiden sells their history for a headline. The breaking point arrives at a cold, blue 4:00 AM-a moment of ultimate betrayal that shatters Iris's world and transforms her from a quiet Arts student into the international voice of the broken-hearted. While Eiden climbs the ranks of stardom, trapped in a golden cage of his own making, Iris uses her pain to become a global OPM sensation. Her lyrics become the nation's anthem for the betrayed, each note a direct letter to the man who chose a crown over a soul. Bound by a tragic, self-imposed vow made in their youth, both Iris and Eiden find themselves unable to move forward, yet forbidden by pride and pain from ever coming back together. Did You Like Her in the Morning? is a haunting exploration of the cost of ambition and the heavy, enduring weight of long-held promises. It is a story that challenges the traditional "happily ever after," revealing instead a raw, cinematic reality, that some loves are so profound they can only be preserved through a lifetime of loyal distance, leaving two people to exist forever as echoes in each other's silence.

Tomorrow is my birthday. A beautiful summer day in August-August fourteenth. In my favorite book, a girl falls in love on a day just like this. She runs barefoot through the grass, her hair loose, her dress catching the wind. She is free. I have never been free. I am a princess. And princesses do not run. They do not laugh loudly. They do not choose their own lives. But in the quiet of the garden, I meet someone who makes me forget all of that. Someone who sees me. Someone who says my name like it means something. For the first time, I begin to dream of something more. But some dreams are not meant to last.

Some people don't arrive loudly. They don't ask to be noticed. And yet, they become the kind of presence you don't know how to live without. Ariv Malhotra is effortless-warm, expressive, and always surrounded by people, like the world naturally bends toward him. Vedaant Kapoor is the opposite-quiet, observant, and more comfortable in thoughts than in conversations. They were never meant to be anything extraordinary. Just two lives crossing paths, sharing moments that didn't seem important at the time. But sometimes, the smallest moments leave the deepest marks. In between laughter, silence, and things left unsaid, something begins to exist-soft, unspoken, and impossible to name. Not everything that feels like forever is meant to last. But that doesn't make it any less real.

A creature with black wings has no business in the human world. If it lingers there by chance, it breaks the Laws and the rules. Every violation is punished. The Angel of Death has only one single task: To escort his Soul for Taking into eternal silence. But this time, the Soul looked up... and saw its Angel of Death. How will the Soul react when it sees him for the first time? When it speaks to him for the first time? When they touch for the first time? And how will the Angel of Death respond to all of it? A story about a love that broke the Laws of heaven and darkness. And about the price someone is willing to pay. ⚠️Warning: This fiction contains love between two men, so if that's not your cup of tea, skip this fiction. The characters have nothing to do with real people, they are just inspiration. The images used are created/edited using AI and belong to their creators.

He is the weight of metal, the trace of oil, and the time that demands patience. She is the vertigo of light, the gleam of glass, and the urgency of now. In the silence of a workshop forgotten by progress, two rhythms collide. He mends what the world casts aside; she seeks the angle the world longs to see. Between the shutter that clicks and the screen that accelerates, an interference is born - one that no algorithm could have foreseen. But the light that reveals is the same light that consumes. In a city that demands total exposure, what remains for those who choose the shadows? An elegy for that which cannot be edited. The final encounter between the grain that resists and the pixel that devours.

Asher is tired of being awake. Noa is tired of being held under machines that show no love in her remaining minutes. Together, they inhabit a place untouched by time, where pain doesn't follow and nothing asks them to be strong. What begins as comfort slowly becomes devotion - fragile, patient, and dangerously convincing. This is a story about the spaces we escape to, the people we carry with us, and the moment when staying becomes an act of love. "Dreams offer an escape from reality; however, that doesn't mean they reflect the truth of it."

Some loves are written in ink; others are etched in scars. ​Satang is the "Ice King" of the literary world-a reclusive novelist whose prose is hauntingly beautiful but whose heart is under lock and key. When his bestselling novel is optioned for a film, he meets Winny, a method actor with a reputation for "becoming" his roles. ​To Winny, the script is a puzzle; to Satang, it's a confession. ​As the cameras roll, the lines between the fictional longing of the characters and the raw, physical hunger between the author and the actor begin to blur. Through late-night script doctoring and "rehearsals" that push every boundary, Winny sets out to break Satang's silence. But in a world of spotlights and red carpets, they realize that the most beautiful stories aren't the ones with a "happily ever after".

At 23 years old, Ery is given a devastating diagnosis-one year left to live. Instead of drowning in sorrow, she decides to spend her remaining time writing anonymous letters to strangers-people she meets randomly or hears about-sharing her reflections, heartfelt encouragement, and life lessons she has come to cherish. One day, one of her letters finds its way to a struggling musician, a grieving father, and a homeless artist. Unbeknownst to Ery, her words ignite a series of life-changing events, pushing these individuals to chase dreams, mend broken relationships, and rediscover hope. As midnight approaches-the symbolic end of her journey-Ery starts receiving anonymous letters in return. Who are they from? And will she live long enough to see the impact she has made?

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