Bittersweet Histórias

Born beneath the same tide, Tsireya was cherished by the sea-while her twin sister Gianna was feared by it. Marked by her pale skin and white hair, Gianna grows up ignored and rejected by the Metkayina, seen as an omen rather than a child. When she befriends Lo'ak Sully, the two form a bond built on shared neglect and quiet understanding. But love becomes forbidden, jealousy fractures families, and superstition turns cruel. Exile, war, and sacrifice follow. Disclaimer I do not own Avatar, Avatar: The Way of Water, or any of the canon characters featured in this story. All canon characters belong to James Cameron and Lightstorm Entertainment. Gianna (Gia) is my original character. This story is written for creative and entertainment purposes. Number 1 in #nextgeneration Number 1 in #avatar Number 1 in #loakxoc Number 1 in #hopeafterloss Number 1 in #avatarfanfiction Number 1 in #avatarthewayofwater Number 1 in #tragedy Number 1 in #loak

"Tonight, I am the one who will teach her... on how to write her own lyrics and sing it as loud as she can until she loses her voice."

In his past life, he was an eighteen-year-old forced to drop out of school after his parents' sudden death, grinding through brutal jobs to support his two younger brothers. He buried his own dreams, endured a brother's cold betrayal, and helplessly watched his youngest sibling slip away into silent suffering. The only light was Shen Yi-a gentle, lonely financial analyst who loved him quietly from across a dim bar, leaving half his salary as a "friend's help" but never daring to confess. The window paper between them stayed intact, and he died filled with regret. Now, reborn at his parents' funeral with all his memories intact, he refuses to repeat the same tragedy. This time, he will stay in school and chase his dream of studying finance. He will use his knowledge of the future stock market to build a fortress of wealth. He will give his ungrateful second brother nothing beyond cold obligation, and fiercely protect the little brother with a gift for art. And most importantly, he will seek out Shen Yi-three years early-and pierce that window paper himself. No more silent sacrifices. No more believing he is unworthy of love. This time, the pursuit will be bold, breathtaking, and utterly impossible to ignore. THIS IS MY OWN NOVEL, SO PLEASE DON'T STEAL OR REPOST IT.

Hailey Norwood had a plan: choose a groom, have him arrested, escape marriage. It worked. Until her father replaced him with Noah Kingston, the man who rejected her when she was Sarah Jones. Now she's married to her first heartbreak. He wants her love. She can't stand him.

"the healer likes t' sleep. like, a lot." Axe looks at the sole female AND human member of Nightmare's subordinates. She was only ever awake for about 8-10 hours a day, rarely ever 12, it was both fascinating and irritating at the same time. He was damn sure humans would be awake for more hours than that, he even asked Murder at the time if it was normal. Said skeleton didn't give a single care though, his words: "who cares, makes her more tolerable. 'sides she gets her job done." The cracked skeleton just couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it than meets the EYE. ━━━PHOTO CREDITS: Whale鯨豚 [@Whale5511] on X! ━━━MOST NOTABLE RANKING: #1 in sansxreader, horrortale, something new and badsanses on 23/12/2025 #1 in undertale on 25/12/2025 #3 in bittersweet on 24/12/2025 #5 in reader on 24/12/2025 #19 in sans on 23/12/2025 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ DATES PUBLISHED: 001 ━━ July 29th of '25 002 ━━ July 30th of '25 003 ━━ August 1 of '25 004 ━━ August 3 of '25 005 ━━ August 6 of '25 006 ━━ August 8 of '25 007 ━━ November 8 of '25 008 ━━ December 22 of '25 009 ━━ December 23 of '25

Before he became the Strongest, Satoru Gojo was just a boy burdened by infinity. Strength isolated him. Expectations defined him. But in the quiet moments of his youth, he found something rare: a true companion. Rei Kurohana wasn't meant to rewrite fate or challenge his world. She stayed through quiet days, small arguments, and fleeting glimpses of normalcy. She saw him not as a title, but as Satoru, the boy behind the power. This is the story of what bloomed before the petals fell-before infinity claimed it all. Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction | Gojo Satoru x OC | Slow-Burn Romance | Childhood Friends to...? Updates Weekly-Start from the beginning and vote if you love Gojo's hidden side!

He is her fated mate. She is everything he hates. Kara Fletcher is the Wolven Huntress - a hunter turned werewolf, now protecting the very species she was trained to destroy. Alpha Chris Ashford lost his father to hunters barely a year ago. The grief is still raw. The rage still burns. When the mate bond ignites between them at a supernatural summit, it should be destiny. Instead, it's a living nightmare. Chris doesn't reject her - not officially. His duty to his pack won't let him. So he accepts her as his mate while hating every second of it, every breath she takes, every reminder of what hunters stole from him. Kara feels it all through their bond. The disgust. The resentment. The wish that fate had chosen anyone else. But she accepts her role as his Luna anyway - because his pack deserves stability, because her wolf deserves a mate, because walking away would prove every wolf right who said a hunter could never belong. Two people bound by fate, trapped by duty, burning with emotions neither can escape. But when hunters return with a vengeance and blood demands blood, their fragile bond will be tested in ways neither could imagine. Some sacrifices can't be undone. Some choices can't be forgiven. Can fate survive hate - or will it cost them everything?

A twist in the episode 6 fight. A new story all together (I'll rewrite this when im done with the whole story)

A successful career. A loving husband. Beautiful children I wake up to every morning. To anyone looking in from the outside, I'd say I have the perfect life. Or at least... that's what everyone believes. People never show one hundred percent of themselves, do they? As I sit by the window, my fingers trace the edges of a faded photograph taken almost eleven years ago. A picture of me... and the one person no one ever talks about. The man my parents never had the chance to meet. The name my friends never mention. The love that quietly disappeared from every conversation... Yet the one who made three years of my life the happiest, the most unforgettable, and the hardest to leave behind. This is the story I never told.

Some people arrive in your life not to stay, but to remind you that love can exist even when it asks for nothing in return.

Some people believe heartbreak begins the moment someone says goodbye. They're wrong. Heartbreak begins much earlier-hidden in the smiles that last a second too long, in the promises whispered beneath star-filled skies, and in the lies told out of love. It grows quietly, unnoticed, until one day it becomes impossible to escape. If I had known that the boy who walked into my life would also be the one to tear it apart, I would've turned around the moment our eyes met. But love doesn't come with warnings. It doesn't tell you that forever can end in a single heartbeat. It doesn't tell you that sometimes the people who love you the most are the ones who hurt you the deepest-not because they wanted to, but because they believed it was the only way to protect you. This isn't a story about perfect love. It's a story about promises that couldn't be kept, secrets buried beneath innocent smiles, and two hearts that were never meant to beat in rhythm forever. People say every love story has a happy ending. Mine didn't. Because in the end... It all leads to heartbreak.

Some promises are made for a lifetime. Others are made before you're even born. After six years abroad, Maya returns home ready to chase the future she spent years building. Instead, she discovers a marriage waiting for her-a marriage decided long ago by two families and a promise neither she nor Manav ever agreed to. But while Maya dreams of freedom, Manav is still haunted by a past he can't let go of. As old secrets begin to surface and forgotten ties pull them together, they find themselves trapped between duty and choice, gratitude and desire, past and future. The question is no longer whether they will get married. It's whether they ever should have been. They were only almost married.

[Echoes of A First Love: 012486] is a Korean drama-style analog romance novel steeped in emotional nostalgia. Set in 1996, it follows the youth and passionate love of Jinhee and Joonwoo, international students who meet at a university in Boston. Immerse yourself in the nostalgic analog sensibility of the 1990s and the picturesque, exotic landscapes of Boston. Highly recommended for anyone who loves intense first loves, coupled with a mature, deep romance between characters in their fifties. * New chapters every Tuesday and Thursday.*

These are a few poems I wrote in 8th grade that stayed with me long after I finished writing them.

After Riven's life fell apart losing friends, family, and the person he thought he was - he ends up in the quiet beach town of Windlow, living with his uncle Nick. His parents failed him in ways that can't be undone, and he's trying to forget, to start over, to be someone new. Then he meets Vinnie. The captain of the hockey team, hard to like and just as hard to really know. Everyone sees confidence and charm, but Riven sees something else - a kind of loneliness that feels too familiar. Vinnie's the type of person who carries his past like it's stitched into his skin, pretending it doesn't hurt. As the two of them grow closer, secrets start to surface - the kind that don't stay buried no matter how far you run. Will they save each other from drowning, or will the tide pull them under?

This story is not novellas so it only contains one part.

Shireen's heart had always belonged to Farooq, a love as old as time itself, yet forbidden by the very forces that shaped their lives. In the quiet corners of her world, where whispers lingered and the moonlight held secrets, she found a connection with him that transcended reason, a bond no one could truly understand. Farooq, with his eyes that spoke of forgotten promises, tried again and again to carve a path to her, to rewrite their fate. But the shadows of tradition loomed large, pulling her in another direction-a direction that had already been written for her. Despite the depth of their love, Shireen was bound to marry Shayan, a man whose presence felt like a calm river, steady and unyielding, yet distant. Their love story was not her own, but one shaped by duty and expectations. As Shireen moved toward this inevitable future, she couldn't escape the lingering feeling that something unseen, something ancient, was at play. A force beyond her control seemed to whisper in the air, pulling her further from the one person who had truly known her. As she stepped into the life that had been arranged for her, Shireen's heart remained locked in a time that would never return. A love so deep, so powerful, had somehow slipped through her fingers, and the mysterious threads of fate left her wondering if it was love she had lost-or something far more elusive, something tied to the very essence of who she was.

A story about loneliness, connection, and two strangers who slowly become each other's safe place...

They wrote the soundtrack of each other's lives... until the music changed.

I believed that as long as the fire stayed lit, nothing in our world could ever go wrong. I was wrong. The year is 1979. In the hidden valleys of Sagalee, life moves to the rhythm of the river and the crackle of the family hearth. For Tado, the world is a beautiful, simple map: his hardworking parents, his shadows of a brother and sister, and Maya, the girl who holds his heart and his future in her hands. Tado is the village's pride, a young man with a bright mind and a "timepass" curiosity that leads him to sit for a teaching interview for a school in the distant, misty mountains of Bhutan. He didn't think he'd pass. He didn't think he'd have to leave. But when the letter arrives, the "Golden Choice" becomes a gilded cage. What follows is a journey of fifty years, told through a man who spent his life looking backwards. It's a combined confession; a letter written to the youth he lost, the family he couldn't protect, the village that moved on without him, and the love that remains frozen in a B&W photograph. Now seventy years old, Tado has walked away from the world. He lives in a house where no other doors are in sight, a solitary cottage perched between the Bhutanese clouds. In the absolute silence of the mountains, he is finally ready to open the old, dusty trunk he's carried across borders and lifetimes. He is ready to face the words he wrote when he still knew who he was. A journey of displacement, a tribute to the North-East India, and a bittersweet confession to the years that slipped away.