Heartache Stories

Her body shivered he could feel the fear in her, and could sense the tears already running down her cheeks. "Are you scared" "Please let me go" she said in a whisper her voice cracked. "Shh.... I haven't done anything yet, there's more to cry for, save your tears cause by the end of the night I promise, you won't have tears to cry with even if you want to". His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, not yet claiming, just tasting the tension. His other hand found her waist, gripping, keeping her against him as though the night itself might try to steal her away. ..... The sheet was stained with crimson. His chest tightened. "If there was blood then......." he turned to have a good look at her. this wasn't the girl,she wasn't the girl that insulted him last night she was different totally different fragile young..... Shock slammed into him, a truth so brutal he could hardly process it. He had taken the wrong one. The wrong girl. Before he could act, Isabella's body gave way. She collapsed off the side of the bed, a broken cry slipping from her lips. Instinct overtook him-he caught her before she hit the floor, his hands firm around her trembling frame. "Are you-are you okay?" His voice was hoarse, unsteady, nothing like the cold arrogance from seconds before. Isabella's tear-streaked face turned toward him, her eyes burning with fury and betrayal. She shoved at his chest with what little strength she had left. "Move away from me, you animal!" ........ a mistake that changed everything. Isabella Dela Cruz was 19 when her life crushed into a complete disaster as a result of a mistake, a mistake he made. RAFA'EL DE LUCA. a ruthless Mafia boss who crushed every soul that crossed his path without mercy. but this time he missed his target, and now they're bonded by fate.

A quiet school crush. A secret that spread. He pulled away-no goodbye, just silence. Years later, they meet again... Older, different, and maybe-ready for something real. A story of heartbreak, healing, and love that finds its way back.

She walked away with a smile. Freen got married a week later. Two years pass. Becky returns to Bangkok for a case not for the past. But a redacted file. A familiar silence. And one name no one dares to say... pulls her into a truth she never saw coming. Some love stories don't end. They just disappear until you're forced to ask why.

Leah's life is divided into before and after, though no one ever tells you when the line is being drawn. One moment she is a wife, a parent, a person with a future she understands. The next, she is learning how to hold her family together while everything familiar slips out of reach. With young children depending on her, Leah has no choice but to keep moving. To make breakfasts she doesn't taste. To answer questions she doesn't know how to explain. The world hasn't ended, it's simply asked her to survive it.

At an elite university in Bangkok, where reputation is everything and ranking means survival, two names are always spoken in the same breath-Freen Sarocha and Rebecca Patricia Armstrong. Top of the class. Flawless. Unbeatable. And absolute rivals. Their competition is legendary-sharp words in lecture halls, calculated pranks, stolen victories by fractions of a mark. To everyone else, it's entertaining. To them, it's war. But away from the noise, hidden in the quiet stillness of the university library, lies something neither of them planned. Inside the pages of a well-worn novel, notes begin to appear. Signed only as "F" and "B," what starts as a passing reply turns into something deeper-late-night confessions, teasing conversations, truths they've never said out loud. In ink, they are softer. Braver. Real. They fall-slowly, helplessly-for someone they've never seen. Until one day, the margins lead them face to face. And everything unravels. Because the person who understands them the most... is the same person they've been trying to outdo, outsmart, and outrun. Now, caught between pride and something far more dangerous, their rivalry shifts into something neither of them can control- glances that linger too long, jealousy that burns too fast, and moments that feel far too close to be just hate. In a story where love is written between the lines, Freen and Becky must decide- Is it easier to keep fighting each other... or finally admit they were never just rivals to begin with?

"She was my secret. I was her excuse. And between us... a contract that could either save us, or ruin us." - 📌 Started: September 15, 2025 - 📌 Disclaimer/Adaptation Note 📌 This story is inspired by the Korean drama "Be My Boyfriend." However, this AU is a loose adaptation with many altered scenes, characters, and dynamics. Title changed to "Be My Girlfriend." All rights to the original concept belong to the creators of the K-drama. This version is purely fan-made for entertainment purposes.

Arya Chavan thought survival was the hardest battle he would ever have to fight. He was wrong. Now living under the roof of the very family that once cast him out, Arya will soon find out that he is trapped in a world far more dangerous than silence ever was. Every step he takes is watched. Every breath he draws feels borrowed. And every connection he tries to avoid pulls him deeper into something he cannot control. Because this time... he is no longer invisible. His presence in the Luthra mansion sparks tension, resentment, and questions no one is ready to answer. As Shaurya's healer, he is forced into close proximity with emotions he has spent his entire life suppressing. And as the walls close in, the line between duty and feeling begins to blur. But the real danger doesn't lie within the mansion. It lurks in the shadows. The underground world is no longer just watching, it is moving. Old enemies are returning. New alliances are forming. And the truth about Arya's blood is no longer a secret buried safely in the dark. It is a weapon to some. A prize to most. It is basically a war waiting to happen. As Rajveer fights his own battles from the shadows to protect the one person he cannot afford to lose, and as past ghosts rise with vengeance in their hearts, Arya stands unknowingly at the center of it all. This time, fate doesn't just collide. It hunts. 🛑Disclaimer ❕ This is a bl fanfic about Kundali bhagya but it will not strictly follow the same plot. I will put my own spin on things and please like always... If you don't like these kinds of stories then please don't read it.

Just Poetry I have written to get all my feelings out

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten. For Bloom and Apollo Luvient

Ever since the birth of their son, Draco, Narcissa and Lucius barred a great weight on their shoulders. As Draco grew older, the day loomed in which he would be integrated- without choice- into the Death Eaters Clan. Ever since that day, the neverending loyalty to the Dark Lord has put a great deal of stress on their marriage. As their priorities shifted, they grew apart emotionally and physically. Because of this Lucius has sought strength in solitude, knowing he can't let his lonely heart do his bidding. But, despite being seemingly content with his new reality, Lucius yearned deeply for the closeness of another but he never thought he'd find such comfort within another man.

All the cuteness, All the self love & love, All the heartache & heartbreak, All the hardships, All the loneliness, All the romance, All the poetry you can get

Malia Rose Carter had spent the last few years struggling with Leukemia and a failed Chemo procedure. An abusive step father and mother and a fiance turned husband who seemed incapable of standing her but she had to endure everything seeing as he was her escape from the hell she called a home. All in all her life was a mess that she had to endure till her heart would finally fail her.

I've finally published the very first poem that I wrote when I was 19 years old. It's about friendship, first love, and a first date-written by a hopeless romantic chasing feelings I couldn't fully name back then. This poem was inspired by one of my favorite books, The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. It's about revisiting memories and the quiet moments from the time when two hearts first met, when everything still felt new and magical. It captures the fleeting magic of first love, the innocence of a first crush, and the quiet wonder of hearts that continue to remember each other even across time and distance ✨

It all started when Jilliane Shane Suarez used Vince Ian Gregorio's name just to lie to her cousin that she is already over with her crush, Andrei. Little did she know, because of constant teasing and seeing him around, that lie slowly turned into reality. She found herself genuinely falling for him, not knowing that Vince had actually liked her first since the year 2022. They became mutually understood, talking everyday, and everything seemed perfect. But fate had other plans. A story of love, lies, and unexpected heartbreak. Photo from Dola

Egoistic Love is a journey through the hearts of women who love fiercely, unapologetically, and often dangerously. It is a tapestry of longing, obsession, silence, and self possession, where desire collides with doubt, passion with restraint, and love becomes both refuge and battlefield. In these pages, love is not gentle. It is a storm that sharpens the soul, a fire that tests endurance, a mirror that reflects both devotion and disillusion. Here, a woman mourns her lover to death, another keeps her silence as her power, and yet another loves despite uncertainty, walking the fragile line between hope and despair. These are stories of hearts unyielding women who demand respect without apology, who love to the edge of obsession, who endure absence and betrayal, and who rise above chaos with a quiet, devastating grace. Egoistic Love is a collection of emotions felt too deeply to remain ordinary, where love is not a surrender, but a claim, a declaration, and sometimes, a rebellion.

Will Ira ever let herself love again? Or is some love meant to wait until the heart is ready? She loved once-deeply, completely. He was her forever, and when he left, Ira learned how to live with a heart that no longer believed in beginnings. Yet, Ira is not broken. She is fun-loving, cheerful, successful, and outwardly full of life. She laughs easily, lights up rooms, and carries herself with warmth. No one would guess that beneath her brightness lives a quiet longing. She doesn't blame him. She doesn't resent him. She simply misses him-softly, endlessly-holding his memory with love rather than pain. Then Ivaan enters her life. Flirtatious, warm, and effortlessly alive. Ivaan is everything, Ira never planned to face again. He smiles too easily, cares too openly, and looks at her like she's someone worth choosing. He doesn't know the storm he awakens inside her. He only knows that something about her makes him stay. Ira keeps running. Ivaan keeps coming closer. Because every time she looks at him, something from her past stirs. And every time he looks at her, he sees only possibility. One heart is still living in memory. The other is offering something new. As emotions stir, boundaries are tested, and hearts inch toward each other, Ira is torn between holding onto what she has always loved in silence and embracing a chance she never expected. Chance - Not Accepted is a story of love that arrives when the heart is unprepared-of a woman torn between what she holds close and what stands before her, and of a man who falls for her without ever knowing why she keeps slipping away. Dive into this journey where every glance, every pause, and every unspoken word matters-because sometimes love arrives before the heart is ready.

Johan spent his entire life in Foster care and at 18 he decides that he would be leaving the country forever to start life fresh and to find out what he really wants but after digging into his past he makes a shocking discovery; he was not an orphan and his family was alive, more shockingly he had a twin brother who was living a life he could only dream of. Devastated by this discovery he later decides to pay his family a visit before leaving forever, or at least that's what he wanted.

After suffering an accident while filing a Pepsi commercial in 1984, Michael Jackson battles extreme retrograde amnesia. Of the things wiped from his mind, none is more damaging than the memories of his childhood and Mary Elizabeth. Read to follow along the whirlwind drama that unfolds between Mary Elizabeth and Michael as they fall apart and find their way back together again. Written as a re-write of my original 2014 MJFanFic by the same title.

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