Bittersweet Stories

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.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ 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

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...

"Ten years of silence. A lifetime of lies." One brother walked into the light. The other was left in the dark. "He was the protector. Now, he is the prisoner." The price of the past is finally due, but in the Jeon family, the truth doesn't set you free-it destroys everything you've built. When the line between loyalty and vengeance blurs, can the brother who was left behind choose mercy over the blood he is owed? "Some debts are written in blood. Others are paid in souls." (This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are used as face-claims only. Their personalities, actions, and histories within these pages are entirely fabricated for the purpose of this story and do not reflect the real-life members of BTS.) For all images used, the credit goes to the rightful owners.

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.

A love that brings no change is not love, It is anything but love. It maybe incomplete in this materialistic world but is never lost in the eternal world. Though it is incomplete, It still holds its beauty through memories and moments we make every second. What happens when Aira Saxena, a normal women leading her chaotic life, meets Vedant Malhotra, an aspiring architect. Do they fall in love and are able to maintain it, or destiny plots their stories to different path.

He didn't lie. He just never got around to telling the truth. When TK moves abroad for university, he leaves behind his family his friends -- and a version of himself that never quite felt real. With new freedom and friendships, he begins to let his guard down. For the first time, being himself feels effortless. But back home, his long-distance girlfriend still believes in the never faltering perfect version of him. As jealousy simmers, distance stretches thin, and a global crisis begins to close in, TK is forced to confront something that he has spent months avoiding. Or maybe even years. Sometimes the sacrifice we think is noble is fear dressed up as selflessness. A poetic, character-driven story about emotional maturity, guilt and the quiet cost of growing up.

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.

A confession A strange shop Seven chances to relive the past But some memories aren't meant to stay.

James Carter doesn't believe in losing control. Adhya Rao doesn't believe she deserves to be chosen. Every night, they stand just a few feet apart-close enough to notice, far enough to pretend it means nothing. Until one rainy night changes everything. As their connection deepens, so do the risks. Because love isn't just about finding someone-it's about facing yourself. And some truths are harder to confront than walking away.

Before he was known as the strongest, Satoru Gojo was just a child born into a world that never treated him like one. Strength isolated him. Expectations shaped him. But for a brief moment in his life- He wasn't alone. Rei Kurohana was never meant to change anything. She wasn't trying to rewrite fate or challenge the world he was born into. She simply stayed. Through quit days, small arguments, and moments that felt almost normal, Rei became something rare in satoru's life- Someone who saw him as a boy... not a title. This is the story of what existed before everything else.

After an accident nearly takes Jimin away, Jungkook is forced to face the terrifying truth: loving someone means you might lose them. Between hospital rooms, tears, and whispered confessions, the two have to fight their way back to each other - and prove that some bonds are strong enough to survive even death. Made by Jung_Jim Do not copy or translate with out my permission please🍪 March 11 2026

Lucas never meant to fall for her. Ava never meant to stay. They meet in the quiet aftermath of a tragedy that changed everything, and somehow, sitting beside each other becomes easier than being alone. What begins as small conversations turns into something neither of them expected - something fragile, something real. They don't talk about the night of the accident. They don't ask about what they lost. And for reasons neither of them understands, they never touch. But love has a way of growing in the strangest places. Even when something feels... slightly unfinished....

Some love lasts forever, like an eternal flame warming hearts through the coldest winters and lighting the darkest nights. But ours was different. Ours was a fleeting beauty-a brilliant burst of color that lived only within the tender days of autumn. We filled the crisp air with laughter as leaves drifted gently to the ground, each one carrying fragments of our whispered secrets. The golden hues of the season reflected the warmth we shared, while the cool breeze reminded us that nothing meant to bloom forever. During that enchanting time, we cherished every moment-stolen kisses beneath amber trees and quiet walks through parks painted with nature's fading masterpiece. Yet just as autumn slowly surrenders to winter, our love began to fade. Like the last leaf clinging to its branch, we tried to hold on. But the winds of change were stronger than our wishes, and the hearts that once beat as one slowly drifted apart. Now, as winter approaches, I hold onto the memory of our autumn-beautiful, bittersweet, and fleeting. Because while some love lasts a lifetime, ours was only meant to bloom for a single season.

Aku tidak pernah menyukai hujan. Ada jenis hujan yang hanya lewat, datang, jatuh, lalu hilang tanpa meninggalkan apa-apa. Tetapi ada juga jenis hujan yang berbeda. Yang datang tanpa diminta, tinggal lebih lama dari seharusnya, dan perlahan membawa sesuatu bersamanya. Aku tidak tahu kapan semuanya berubah. Kapan aku berhenti bersembunyi dan mulai diam di bawahnya. Mungkin karena seseorang pernah membuat hujan terasa tidak terlalu buruk. Atau mungkin karena sejak awal, aku tidak pernah benar-benar punya pilihan. COVER FROM PINTEREST (SEMBARI MENUNGGU AUTHOR MENYELESAIKAN COVERNYA SENDIRI)

The world didn't end with an explosion. It ended with silence. Continuity The world believes heroes are measured by strength. Y/N believes they are measured by what they refuse to let break. When a war threatens to tear society apart, she becomes the quiet center holding everyone together - heroes and villains alike. Carrying Arc, a power that restores rather than destroys, she walks a line between salvation and self-sacrifice... and she refuses to let attachment be called weakness. But the final war does not care about ideals. As love deepens, loyalties fracture, and the cost of saving everyone becomes devastatingly personal, Y/N is forced to cross a line she swore she never would. Some victories don't end in applause. Some end in silence. And sometimes... the light doesn't disappear. It settles. This is a My Hero Academia fanfiction. I do not own My Hero Academia or its characters. All rights belong to Kohei Horikoshi. I only own my original character (Y/N), the concept of Arc, and the original plot elements written in this story. Y/N is not meant to be perfect. She is meant to grow. And growth is terrifying. It is okay to be afraid of becoming something bigger than you were. It is okay to fear the weight of responsibility, love, or change. Continuity is a story about choosing anyway.

In a world where duty clashes with desire, a Knight guards the shadows while the Princess walks down the aisle to a life she never chose. Love. Loss. Whispers. A mini story - inspired by the Song 'Golden Brown' and the trend, this story captures the stolen glances, unspoken words that yet again faces an impossible ending.

Lyra Ondine was born to die. The prophecy was clear: on her twenty-first birthday, her life would end. She had prepared herself for it. What she wasn't prepared for were the assassins who came early... or the man who saved her. Duke Lucien Blackthorn is feared across the empire - cold, untouchable, and cursed to never find love. Taking Lyra into his protection should have been nothing more than strategy. But Lyra is not what he expected. She is kindness in a ruthless court. Moonlight in a house of shadows. And the one thing his curse should never allow him to want. The closer they grow, the more fate begins to stir. Because some prophecies demand blood. And some curses are not meant to be broken.

Saved once from the sea by a stranger, Siu-man carries the ripple of his courage across decades, from lost identity cards to yearly offerings of oranges, discovering how a single act can shape a life forever.