Lonely Stories

Best friends since birth. Same street . Same routines. Same person; always. Armani and TJ. Armani loves loudly. She's warm, affectionate, and always reaching for the people she cares about. Closeness comes naturally to her-it's how she survives. TJ doesn't do emotions. He's distant, guarded, and cold to almost everyone. Almost. Everyone but his inner circle. Especially Armani. For Armani, he shows up. Protects. Stays beside her. Loves her in ways he never learned how to say out loud. Their bond has always been safe. Familiar. Untouchable. Until things got complicated and someone fell first, and pretty damn hard. ----- "Mani you're not alone , you have me don't you? You will always have me" "I know I'm not alone Tj , I just feel lonely" "Then I'll be lonely with you" ...

Not every female lead of the story is a strong and extra ordinary. Vrunda is a any other ordinary girl married to the most handsome man that she ever loved but some things are just never meant to be. English is not my first language Please support Like and comment

The Pride Lands, a land known for its peace, harmony, and determination to uphold the teachings and practices of the Circle of Life. However, in order to protect and maintain such peace, someone must carry the burden of the Pride Lands' dirty work...

Welcome to the life and story of JD(JOHN DURAIRAJ). Hear his life from his mouth. His inside secrets, happiness, sadness etc.

A quiet girl, a restless heart, and a moon that listens. Late-night thoughts, stolen moments of comfort, unbreakable friendships, and a mysterious stranger who feels less like a person and more like a gift from the sky. Timid and afraid of the world that is so intent on breaking her, she pours her worries into the night, whispering them to the moon as if it could hear her. And perhaps - if the moon truly had a soul - it would come down to comfort her. Or in her case... did it really do so? A tender tale of loneliness and healing, slow-blooming love touched by quiet magic, and the warmth of friends who make surviving life - and believing in love - possible. A Lee Heesung Story

She's seventeen and tired of herself. Tired of trying, tired of pretending... tired of not knowing who she really is. Yet somewhere deep down, she wonders-will someone ever see her? Will someone understand the parts of her even she can't? Life keeps testing her, breaking her, shaping her... But maybe, just maybe, someone will finally come into her life.

She keeps her world small on purpose. Quiet routines. Empty pages. A life built to avoid attachment. It works, until a boy with too much presence and too many questions starts showing up everywhere she goes. He falls first, without meaning to. She resists, without knowing how. As his need to understand her deepens and her instinct to protect him grows, both of them begin to unravel in ways they never expected. This is a story about grief that lingers, love that waits, and the fragile, terrifying beauty of being seen.

She was never the loud one. Never the favorite friend. Never someone's first choice. Hiba was the girl who did well in studies, obeyed her parents, and kept her feelings to herself. Every year, she had one close friend. And every year, that friend slowly became a stranger. No fights. No explanations. Just distance. In a room full of people, she felt alone. At home, she felt unseen. In friendships, she felt replaceable. "They think I'm angry," she once whispered. But the truth was - she was just tired of being left. As her loneliness grew, her prayers slowly faded too. Not completely. Just quietly. She believed in Allah - but she didn't feel close anymore. Until one night, when the weight in her chest became too heavy to carry alone. This is not a story about a perfect believer. It is a story about drifting... about returning... about feeling forsaken - and discovering that you were never abandoned. 📖 *"Your Lord has not forsaken you, nor has He become displeased."* - Surah Ad-Duha (93:3) 📖 *"And when My servants ask you about Me - indeed I am near."* - Surah Al-Baqarah (2:186) Sometimes people leave. But Al-Qareeb never does.

Dove has a perfect life. A nice job. A quiet, no nonsense existence with no one to disturb her. Exactly how she wants. But one day she encounters something unidentified which she thinks is an injured animal. Or is it? The animal turns out to be a full grown and a very injured man. Now, this should not really be Dove's problem. But there is no one around for miles. She has to take this strange man home. Little does she knows that this man is about to change her whole life forever and will make her question everything she is. *Cover picture and all the pictures used in this story belongs to their respective owners.

Some people lose love. Some people lose family. Ridhi loses everyone. With a sick mother to save and a past she can't let go of, Ridhi becomes the bodyguard of Rodela-a girl too soft for the world Ridhi lives in. Fights turn into silence. Silence turns into pain. And love arrives when Ridhi is least ready for it. But how do you choose the living when the dead still hold your heart? A story about grief, guilt, and learning to love again- between clouds, sunlight, and shadows. Slow burn | Emotional | WLW | Healing after loss

The little things I didn't say.

At the End of the Beginning is a dark fantasy story set in the world of Atherion. A silent journey begins in a peaceful village, where fate, loneliness, and hidden power slowly awaken. This story follows a long path through many seasons.

Wrapped in a shroud of solitude, she paints her truth on canvas, a masterpiece of contradictions. Her eyes flash with a warning_ don't come closer don't get too close. Her brush strokes are bold, her words are whispers and her heart is a looked room. She is a "bad girl" with a talent for art and a penchant for pushing people away. Her art is her voice and her silence is her shield. Then he strolls in a charming Playboy with a smile that could disarm even the most hardened heart, and a reputation that precedes him. He's a storm waiting to happen and she's a hurricane in disguise will their opposing forces cancel each other out, or will they ignite a creative explosion that changes them both? Come discover...

Luke Beckett knows his job. To sit in the corner of the museum and observe. He may clean his glasses, read a book or advise visitors of the various exhibits. Once alone: he paints, sits with his cat and sleeps. Rebecca Donne knows her lot in life. To be the carer to her dementia suffering dad. On a day off she'll either have lunch with her oblivious mother or take in the various museums and galleries she loves. Once alone: she paints, eats pot noddles and sleeps. Their repetitive and timetabled existence is so much less than living; it's lonely. After a formal conversation about art, they never expect to meet again, but their shared sense of artistic frustration, familial responsibility and loneliness, pushes them closer together when those around them hopes that it pulls them apart.

When a devastating tragedy shatters the lives of Elijah and Maren-parents grieving the loss of their five-year-old daughter-their once-close bond begins to unravel. As they each navigate grief in their own way, the silence between them grows louder, threatening to consume what remains of their marriage. Maren finds fleeting solace in the kindness of Elijah's family, whose quiet strength offers a lifeline in her darkest moments. But pain has a way of clawing deep, leaving scars that love alone can't always heal. Resentments simmer. Conversations falter. And the question looms: can two broken hearts ever find their way back to each other? A tender, aching portrait of grief, love, and resilience-this story doesn't promise easy answers, only an honest look at what it means to survive loss and search for hope in the wreckage. To know how it ends, you'll have to keep reading...

A novella, of a collection of journal entries written by a young man, Vincent Marlon, in the 60's as he tackles his life's struggles, people around him, identity, daily routines and ever growing taste for the other side.

please don't judge too much this is my first story i hope u like it/ relate to it

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