Emotionalfiction Stories

To everyone else, Nora and Philip had the perfect marriage - a lovely home, and a life many envied. But perfection is a fragile illusion. When Philip falls for another woman, Nora's world shatters in slow motion. Caught between betrayal, bruises, and unbearable love, she must choose between holding on to what's already broken or reclaiming the pieces of herself she lost in the name of "perfectness." As the affair spirals out of control - secrets unravel, loyalties flip, and forgiveness becomes a battlefield. In the end, love is no longer about who wins... but who survives.

25 September, 2024 11:00 sharp... "How could you do this, Tumne ek aadmi ka khoon kar diya. Aisa kaise kar sakti ho tum?" A voice whispered in the dark - sharp, cold, and accusing. "Nahi... yeh galat hai... tha... that was a mistake... an accident... not in-inten...tional..." Her voice trembled, breaking at every syllable. She had said it before, again and again - maybe to the walls, maybe to herself. But the silence never believed her. "You did it. You killed a man. You are a murderer." A pause. The words echoed like a curse. A murderer. ✨Between sin and sincerity... destiny still finds a way to write love.✨ 🥀They called it a mistake. She called it fate.🥀 Fa-Farid... please mujhe bachalo," Amaya gasped, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "Mujhe abhi tumhare saath aur jeena hai..." "Amaya... meri jaan," Farid whispered desperately, pulling her closer despite his shaking hands. "Kuch nahi hoga tumhe. Main kuch nahi hone dunga. Please... bas apni aankhen khuli rakho... sirf mere liye..." Her blood soaked into his clothes, stained his hands, warm, real, terrifying. And a few steps away... A man stood watching. A slow smirk curved his lips. This was what he wanted. This was his revenge. But who was he? To uncover the truth, follow the story... Meri Kismat - a story of heartbreak, redemption, and revenge, the kind of love that finds its way through faith..🤍 Let's dive into the journey of, FARID AHMED KHAN and AMAYA KHALID SHEIKH.

Ray grew up learning that silence was safer than love. So she created a world where she could breathe. But what if the life she thought was an illusion was the one she was meant to live? A quiet, emotional story about trauma, illusion, and choosing to stay.

Slow burn • Quiet love • Indian romance She was never meant to be the bride. She was only meant to disappear quietly. Manaswi steps into a house where power speaks in silence and love is never asked for-only assumed. When she is married in another woman's place, she expects cruelty, distance, or indifference. What she doesn't expect is Veeranshu Singhania. A man the world calls fragile. A man who watches doors, remembers too much, and speaks as if love is something he has already lost once. He does not touch her. He does not claim her. He only calls her Shona-softly, as if she is something that keeps him alive. Their marriage begins without promises, without desire, without truth. Yet somewhere between shared silences, accidental touches, and nights where fear feels heavier than love, something irreversible grows. But some men survive by hiding. And some truths don't arrive gently-they break. When the past finally speaks, Manaswi must decide: "Was she loved... or was she chosen for a reason she was never meant to know? It is a slow-burn Indian romance about love that blooms before truth, comfort that comes before fear, and a woman who must choose herself before choosing love. If you believe: ✨ love can be quiet ✨ romance can be soft yet devastating ✨ and some stories don't shout-they stay Then this story will stay with you. "This story is slow. If you like fast romance, this may not be for you."

The Wheel of Love Satria's life looks perfect - a good job, a loving wife, a comfortable home. But deep inside, he's falling apart. Then comes Maya: bold, broken, and impossible to forget. What starts as friendship soon spins out of control, pulling them both into a love they can't name - and a choice that could cost them everything. The Wheel of Love is a heartfelt story about love, loyalty, and the courage to take back your life when the world won't let you.

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with running. Running from hospital corridors that smell like endings. Running from questions no one should have to answer so young. Running from a future that suddenly feels too short. The Leaf is a quiet, slow-burning story set in the misty lanes of Shimla - where nights stretch longer than days and silence often speaks louder than people. It follows a girl who lives between moments, sketching life as if she's afraid it might disappear if she stops looking. And a boy who laughs easily, carries lightness on the surface, but hides a childhood weight he never learned how to name. They don't meet in dramatic ways. They collide. They pause. They sit in silence. Between late-night cafés, half-finished noodles, classic movies, empty roads, and sunrises that feel like borrowed miracles, two strangers begin to share something unnamed - not love, not friendship, but a fragile understanding that some connections don't need promises to be real. This is a story about: moments that don't last but stay forever conversations that happen after midnight art made to survive loneliness and the strange comfort of being seen without being explained The Leaf isn't about how long a story lasts. It's about how deeply it touches before it falls.

Fame is loud. But death is quiet. Amani was never afraid of silence-until it began to follow him. A gifted musician marked by betrayal, hunted by the past, and haunted by a father who disappeared without leaving a body or a truth. When those he called brothers try to erase him, survival demands secrecy, and love becomes the most dangerous thing he owns. Kiky is the light he hides in. Soft-spoken. Watchful. Dying. As blood cancer eats away at her strength, time turns cruel, counting down in heartbeats and hospital lights. Every smile she gives is borrowed. Every breath, a risk. Justice arrives late, wearing gloves and carrying a pendant soaked in sins. Prison bars fall on the guilty, but punishment does not undo damage. Guilt survives. It always does. And forgiveness-when it comes-cuts deeper than hatred ever could. Music fades. Bodies weaken. Blood is searched for like a miracle that may never come. A single match could save her. A single truth could destroy him. This is a story of love whispered instead of spoken, hope that trembles, and darkness that waits patiently. A world where survival is not victory, and peace is never free. Some stories end in happiness. This one asks a darker question: What are you willing to lose to keep someone alive?

I never stayed in one place for long. Not because I hated settling down - but because movement was easier than listening to myself think. Since I Saw Vienna is a story about running, staying, and everything in between. About loving places more than people, and loving people in ways that don't always survive. It's about travel as escape, music as confession, and the hollow space that lingers after heartbreak - even when life keeps moving forward. This isn't a love story. It's what happens after. This is not based on any true events. This is purely fiction.

She was only eighteen when a boy from Mumbai messaged her out of nowhere. Arjun Patil-strange, funny, annoyingly charming. a face she only knew through pixels. Just late-night texts, inside jokes, book debates, and a connection she never expected. Then life moved forward- as life always does. Years passed. Screens changed. People changed. But rain still sounded the same. And one ordinary evening, Her phone lights up again with a familiar country code. A decade of silence. A story left half-written. Was it fate knocking again? A coincidence? Or something that never really ended? Will they find each other once more- Or was the past meant to stay in the rain?

He hides to protect the world from what he is and himself from what he remembers. In Houston, Rafael tries to rebuild a normal life. But when a new wave of anti-super fear sweeps across the country, his silence becomes dangerous. The past he buried in Venezuela begins to resurface, one nightmare at a time

After years of fame, loss, and rebuilding, Lea and Rafael face the deepest unraveling yet - not of careers or reputations, but of family, identity, and belonging. As the next generation seeks answers, every lie, every silence, and every sacrifice begins to surface. This is the story of coming home - to oneself, to love, and to the truth that sets them free. When The Lights Fade Book 3, an original concept fanfiction from the Spectacular x Hey, Gorgeous universe.

There are women who are not loud. They do not fight. They do not leave. They simply live inside spaces filled with judgment- as wives, as daughters-in-law, as human beings who always seem insufficient. No matter what they do, something is always wrong. Silence is blamed. Speaking up is labeled excessive. Their prayers go unseen. Their exhaustion unacknowledged. Always Wrong is an introspective monologue about a woman who spends too long adjusting herself to environments that never intended to understand her. This is not a story of victory, but of awareness. Of withdrawing without resentment. Of choosing silence without disappearing. Of standing without needing constant validation. A quiet story for those who have felt perpetually wrong in everyone's eyes- and are learning, at last, to stand on their own side.

A psychological mystery novel set in a quiet British coastal village on the shores of Yorkshire. Nurse Grace Walker arrives to care for Mrs. Katie Hall, a woman whose mind is slowly consumed by encephalitis, trapping her in terrifying hallucinations and haunting visions. Within the walls of the old house, Grace's path crosses with Dr. Christopher Brown, Katie's son and a psychiatrist desperately trying to save his mother from the grip of a fractured mind-while finding himself gradually drawn to the brave and compassionate nurse. A novel that weaves together psychological mystery, emotional intensity, and the cruelty of illness... where reality blends with illusion, love intertwines with fear, and healing is born from pain. Written by Dina Hanna

He returned to honor a ghost from his childhood, a playmate lost to time and tragedy. In the decaying grandeur of St. Forlorn cemetery, amongst angels with chipped wings and names swallowed by moss, John seeks a grave he can't picture and a memory he can't quite grasp. But he's not alone. A mysterious girl named Diane appears, her laughter a stark contrast to the graveyard's oppressive silence. As they search together, an unsettling feeling grows. Who is Diane, really? And what forgotten secrets does this cemetery hold about the friend John left behind? The truth, when it surfaces, is more chilling and heartbreaking than any forgotten tombstone. Some connections refuse to die, and some goodbyes are never truly said. Dare to uncover the story beneath the cold sky?

Ramadan is approaching, and Amal refuses to slow down. Between responsibility, faith, and exhaustion, something begins to crack... quietly. A slow burn Muslim fiction story about endurance, silence, and the cost of holding everything together. Start: 17.01.2026 End:

This writing is not meant to attack anyone. It is born from silence, from wounds that choose to speak gently. If you read this story and feel something stir inside you, perhaps you have stood on one side of this story- as a wife, as a child, or as someone learning awareness. This monologue is a reminder that empathy can always arrive before it is too late.

A love born from music survives grief, lies, and years of silence-only to be destroyed by the truth it waited for. Leah lived her life honoring a boy she thought was gone, while Zayn built a future believing disappearance was protection. When their paths cross again, love collides with betrayal, and healing arrives only through loss. But what hurts more-being abandoned, or being replaced while you were still grieving?

"Between Deadlines & Heartbeats" "Five women. One workplace. A thousand unspoken battles." At Glam Mirror, where gold, silver, and diamonds are weighed, priced, and perfected, five women learn that the heaviest things they carry are never on the ledger. Sneha leads with sarcasm and strength, balancing motherhood, marriage, and management in a life that barely pauses for her to breathe. Poorti stands firm as her family's pillar, decisive and fearless-except when it comes to a love she keeps unnamed. Kushboo feels everything deeply, loving loudly in a world that demands restraint, often unsure whether her heart or her mind should lead. Deepali holds her broken family together after loss, solving everyone's problems while quietly longing for someone to tell her she deserves a life of her own. Tanu shows up every day with carefully stitched smiles, carrying heartbreak she never healed from, unsure if she still belongs anywhere. Between exhibitions, unforgiving corporate rules, and personal lives that refuse to stay separate, their friendship is tested by misunderstandings, silence, and choices made too late. This is a story about working women who don't have the luxury to fall apart. About friendships that are imperfect but necessary. About love that stays hidden, pain that goes unnamed, and strength that looks a lot like silence. Because some stories aren't about success or failure- they're about showing up, every day, between deadlines and heartbeats.

Some loves end. Others stay buried in the land. Drawn back to the ruins of Wuthering Heights, a grieving young woman encounters the echoes of a love that destroyed itself through obsession and pride. As the past begins to speak, she must decide whether longing is fate-or a lesson meant to be survived. A haunting reimagining of Wuthering Heights about love, loss, and the courage to choose yourself. Some places remember what people try to forget. When grief pulls a young woman back to the ruins of Wuthering Heights, she expects silence. What she finds instead are echoes-of a love that burned too fiercely, of names the wind still carries, of two souls who mistook obsession for devotion. As the past presses closer, she is forced to confront her own heartbreak and the quiet ways love can haunt long after it ends. Through whispered conversations with memory and myth, she learns that longing does not always mean destiny-and that choosing yourself can be the bravest act of all. The Moor Does Not Forget is a haunting, lyrical reimagining of Wuthering Heights, where love is examined not as a grand tragedy, but as a warning-one the land itself refuses to let fade. Author's Note✨ This story is not a retelling meant to replace Wuthering Heights, but a conversation with it. I wanted to explore what that kind of love looks like when viewed from the outside-when obsession is no longer romanticized, but examined honestly. If you've ever confused intensity for destiny, this story is for you. Thank you for reading.

We didn't end because the love ran out. That would have been simpler-clean, explainable, the kind of ending you can wrap up with a sentence and survive. Instead, we ended the way long relationships sometimes do: quietly. Carefully. With a tenderness that made the damage feel almost polite. After years together, we had the kind of intimacy that turns ordinary things into vows-knowing each other's orders, falling into the same step on the sidewalk, keeping a spare key without ever questioning what it meant. And then the world around us started asking for proof that our love was "worth it." His family never called me a problem outright. They didn't need to. Disapproval arrived dressed as concern-soft-spoken, well-intentioned, impossible to argue with without looking ungrateful. We love you. We just worry. Be mindful. Don't give people something to talk about. Support came with edits. Acceptance came with conditions. And he-caught between duty and desire-began to protect me with omissions, hoping silence could spare me the feeling of being measured. It didn't. This story begins at the end: a breakup spoken in restaurant voices, a spare key slid back across the table, a cheap claw-machine charm clicking once like punctuation. Then it rewinds-through the last community banquet, the first "helpful" correction, the first time he chose peace over honesty-back to the night we won that stupid little charm and thought we'd found something that couldn't be touched. We were wrong. But for a while, we were perfect.