Literature Stories

❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞ ✧ [ W. Shakespeare ] ────୨ৎ──── Juliet Nolan is a young woman trying to survive Welton Academy after a difficult past. Her grandfather, the school's principal, gave her strict and clear rules to follow, but in a place where a single mistake costs everything, what would happen if she broke them? ────୨ৎ──── [ a Dead Poets Society fanfiction ] [ Charlie Dalton x fem!oc ] [ third person pov ]

"You know... We really are a fine line, you and I." "How so?" he asks softly. I shrug, staring at where our hands almost meet. "Because... we exist in all the spaces in between. There's a fine line between us being friends and being lovers, and a thin, terrifying line between us staying together or becoming strangers. There's a fine line between our world and the rest of the public, between the sun and the moon, between accepting the things that hurt us and turning them into something real... there are so many lines we stand between, Harry. But... I think that's what makes us who we are. Because there is no line for me to walk at all, if you aren't on the other side of it." ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ This is the story of two people helping each other grow. For Harry Styles, it's about figuring out who he is after leaving the world's biggest boy band. For Laudine Russell, it's about turning her love for photography into a reality by stepping behind the lens for him. Through music and photographs, they navigate the bittersweet journey of achieving their dreams, together. PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE & TRIGGER WARNINGS.

A tortured soul continuing it's way through hell.

About something, possibly a feeling or a soul that has lost its way.

─ 𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝓦𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋

Secrets make me anxious - This book is a collection of words written by me.

With words that flow like ink on a page, these verses explore the weight of memory, the ache of change, and the beauty found in both solitude and connection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Top Ranks- #3 metaphor (29/04/2025) #4 thought-provoking (27/04/2025) #7 symbolism (24/04/2025) #9 poetry (19/04/2025) 🌟

When a bruised stranger appears at the door asking for Zara, Shumaila's carefully ordered life shifts in an instant. The man calls himself Ashar-and Zara's reaction to him is enough to make one thing clear: this is not a simple reunion. What follows is a quiet unraveling. As Ashar settles into their small apartment, fragments of the past begin to surface-through hesitant conversations, conflicting memories, and long silences that say more than words ever could. To Shumaila, who stands uneasily between them, the story refuses to align. Each version feels true. Each version feels incomplete. Zara, who has spent two years building a fragile sense of peace, now finds that past decisions are not so easily left behind. Ashar, carrying his own history of loss, anger, and persistence, is certain of what he wants. But certainty, Zara begins to realise, is not the same as clarity. Caught between loyalty, dignity, and something that still lingers unspoken, the three of them are drawn into a space where no choice feels simple-and no silence feels empty. What Lies Between Us is a story of return, of memory, and of the difficult space between what was and what could be. There are six parts.

A haunting collection of poetry and prose for the desperate, the wicked, and those hopelessly in love with their own misery.

After the death of a famous woman, Detective Colquhoun sees an astronomical rise to his career amidst the chaos that engulfs the city he calls home.

A soft comfy whispers of teen romcom between a shy introvert literature girl and a sunshine-coded Basketball player. 𝜗ৎ

Ronan Sullivan never thought that his homework essay would land him in the Advanced English class. Now stuck with three girls and an adolescent mind, he attempts to navigate the treacherous, murky-filled life of a teenager while trying to be ordinary. Also there's a hot teacher that makes sure he does not achieve his goal. [Dude thats not important for the plot] [Bro we need Fan service otherwise who would read monologues of a kid?] [Bruh this writer is a perv] [Excuse me?] Read. Vote. Comment. This novel is unlike anything you would read and I promise it just gets better. [Inspired by Oregairu] Trying to post as much as I can possible.

Marcus is a 3rd-year architecture student who loves order, plans, and doing everything the right way. Always find himself on numbers and blueprints. On the other field of passion. One is... Julian a sophomore literature student who enjoys reading books, writing, follows his heart, and sees beauty in the little things. He was a student assistant inside on a vast cementery of books. They are complete opposites, yet life keeps bringing them together in the most unexpected ways. As they spend more time together, their differences slowly turn into understanding. Will they stay as strangers who always clash, or will they find something neither of them was looking for? A heartwarming slow-burn college romance about love, growth, and finding the right person when you least expect it. "Enjoy po kayo sa pagbabasa"

Shiloh's tightly-wound, highly-scheduled life as an international student is holding on by a thread. That thread snaps the day she accidentally yells at a grad student in a coffee shop, only to discover he's her new Literature professor. Theodore Perez is patient, entirely too perceptive, and suddenly completely unavoidable. When both of them keep running into each other, the academic boundaries between them start to blur into accidental dates, stolen moments, and a chemistry neither can ignore. Shiloh hates having her routine disrupted-but she might just be falling for the disruption.

A collection of midnight thoughts, random observations, unanswered questions, and poetic reflections on life, loneliness, memory, hope, and everything in between...

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts. If this symbol [!] appears in a poem's title, it acts as a trigger warning for intense themes or language. If this symbol [?] appears in a poem's title, it acts as a trigger warning for possibly disturbing content.

Romilly Johnson to 17 letnia dziewczyna, która wyjeżdża do Norwegii. Nie spodziewała się jednak, że na jej drodze stanie ktoś taki jak Nathaniel Moons, czyli niesamowicie utalentowany pisarz i gitarzysta. Publicznie ich relacja wydaje się dosyć napięta, lecz tak naprawdę nikt nie wie, co takiego rozwija się pomiędzy ich długimi spojrzeniami. Myślę, że nawet oni sami nie wiedzą. [15+] ------------ #1 - literatura 2025 #1 - romance December 25'

**"Anne" was never her real name.** Jane Anterio-once the eldest daughter of a noble family-was forced to abandon everything: her name, her status... her life. Now, she lives under a false identity, hidden in plain sight as a servant in the mansion of a mysterious man - **Elian Varker.** A man of power. Of influence. And of secrets no lighter than her own. In the gaslit streets of Victorian London, where society is bound by rigid rules and shadows conceal far more than they reveal, Jane is drawn into a world of hidden identities, buried truths, and a past that refuses to remain forgotten. Because Elian is not a coincidence. He is a part of the story she tried to escape. And as the truth begins to surface-slowly, relentlessly-Jane will have to make an impossible choice: **Trust the man who may be her only protection... or fear that he may be the very reason she was never safe to begin with.** --- Some names are given. Some are earned. And some are the only thing standing between you and a past that wants you destroyed. -

Hi, I am curious about what if Monika got what she wanted. However, it becomes clear that the MC isn't a player. If only you, the reader, was able to do something like that. I named the Main Character Anthony, by the way. I'm sorry if he isn't like totally accurate to the Team Salvado version. This story is very similar to the original, and I should say it contains disturbing language, strong language, sexual language, and, of course, horror language.

SAN FRANCISCO SERIES 2 Some loves are simply about being present for the duration of what's real, about choosing someone with full knowledge of the cost, about walking toward the edge because the view along the way is worth the falling. I walked toward it. She was worth every step. And maybe that's what makes it what it is. Not tragic. That word is too easy, too dramatic, too borrowed from stories that haven't earned it. Just true. Just real. Just the specific weight of two people who loved each other within the limits of their circumstances, who tried within the architecture of almosts they'd built around themselves, who were - from the very beginning, from the first haiku pressed into her hands at a café table in San Francisco - always going to be almost. Never quite ours. In every universe, I find you first. Even saying goodbye.