Melancholic Stories

Roberto Venturi is a lonely creator who turns music into vivid inner worlds. It's the only thing keeping him alive after losing his job and the person he loved. When Haruki Turner - the second biggest creator on the planet - shows up in his life, Roberto is dragged into a conflict far beyond social media. Their enemy is Black Nure, a global icon worshipped as a living goddess by her two billion followers. She's hunting the Danish Venus, a mythical being said to heal any psychological wound with a single kiss. But Black Nure isn't the only power watching him. Haoran - one of her most devoted followers - has been chosen to observe Roberto's evolution from the shadows, a silent witness whose role will grow far beyond what anyone expects. If Black Nure finds the Danish Venus first, she may become a true deity, and humanity's freedom could end forever. Roberto must face a cosmic threat... and the shadows inside himself, as the line between myth and reality begins to break.

Dale was left on convent steps with nothing but a name. He learned to be invisible-because survival demanded it. Min-shin was born with everything. Good looks. Popularity. The kind of attention most kids only dream of. But the one person who refused to look at him? That drove him mad. Jin inherited an empire built on cold calculations. He was taught that friends are weaknesses. Then he found a dusty stockroom. Red bean buns. And a boy who asked for nothing. One of them will burn too bright. One will disappear. And one will learn that protecting the people you love sometimes means letting them go. Spanning twenty years and two continents. Marked by a fire that leaves no one untouched-and a question none of them can outrun: What are you worth when the world isn't watching?

Kaira is a small town girl in a city that doesn't care about small town girls. New job. New city. One apartment that made no sense. The rent was lower than every other flat in the building. Nobody explained why. The landlady's voice on the phone was kind, too kind...with pauses that lasted a second too long. She took it anyway. She is clumsy, cheerful, and lonelier than she lets anyone see. She laughs too loud on video calls and cries too quietly after. Sometimes, in the silence of 3AM, she talks to the empty room. Just to hear something that isn't the city. She thinks no one listens. The room is always clean. Even when she isn't. Things move. Just slightly. Just enough to notice and not enough to be sure. The flat is warm. Always warm. The kind of warm that has no explanation and no source. She tells herself old buildings are like that. She tells herself she's alone in there. Apartment 407 has a history she doesn't know yet. And whatever is in those walls has been listening the whole time. So can you tell me..? when the room is always clean and you never cleaned it... when something moves and no one is there... when the walls feel just a little too alive ... "is it something? or is it someone?"

Some people leave without saying goodbye. Some loves end before they're finished. Riya was seventeen when Swapnil walked into her life like a Mumbai afternoon... warm, reckless, and impossible to look away from. He taught her how to feel alive. Then he walked away smoking into the night, and she had to learn how to survive. Years later, she is Riya Mehra, corporate lawyer, rebuilt from scratch, loved steadily by a man who never makes her earn it. But when her past walks back in as her biggest client, old wounds surface, old claims are made, and two very different kinds of love collide. Marasim is a story about the loves that break us, the ones that hold us together, and the moment we finally choose ourselves.

"Just... breathe," I whispered to myself. "It'd be alright, eventually." But the haunting truth was that it wasn't and would probably never be. With fingers grazing, lips almost touching, and eyes which twinkled with delight; my life had become a nightmare... a dream to which I could not awaken from.

Some promises survive death. Once, they were both ravens. Bound not by instinct, but by devotion - two souls drifting together through endless skies until one winter tore them apart. He died and was reborn human. She remained behind in feathers and midnight wings. Years later, beneath neon city lights and sleepless nights, they found each other again. Now the boy dance-walks through the city with music in his headphones while the raven watches from rooftops, traffic signs, and moonlit windows. Sometimes she brings him little gifts. Sometimes she protects him. Sometimes she simply lands on his hand, tiny claws wrapped around his finger like she never forgot the shape of him. The world calls him insane when he introduces the raven as his wife. But the raven always believes him. A mythpunk romance about love surviving reincarnation, loneliness, cigarettes at 3am, goth boys with aching souls, and the impossible hope that some bonds refuse to die - even when bodies, species, and entire worlds change. "Find me again."

Gisella married in place of her lookalike, she thought she knew what she was in for-- she believed it would be easy, however-- by the time she realizes the ploy around the marriage, it was already too late, she had done the on thing she wasn't meant to do-- Gisella had fallen in love with her fake husband-- However, the occurrence of an unfortunate changed everything for her-- her fairytale became the nightmare she would never recover from. Realizing she couldn't stay anymore, Gisella decided to leave everything behind. Gisella thought it was over the moment she left-- until her life turns darker and things are revealed-- And the one who can help her turns out to be her fake husband-- A tale of two broken souls, hurting each other yet finding comfort in each other's arms.

Nobody warns you that the person who changes your life will show up uninvited, at 11 at night, and have the audacity to be completely impossible to ignore. Avy is the kind of person who prefers the company of silence over people. One late night she slips into a familiar café, orders a flat white, and loses herself in a world only she can see. No interruptions. No expectations. Just her and the quiet. Then a stranger sits across from her. No warning, no invitation, and absolutely no shame about it. He is loud in all the ways she is not, and somehow still impossible to look away from. She did not plan for this. She did not plan for him. But maybe that is exactly the point.

The house is quieter now. After the death of his beloved wife, a grieving widower struggles to move forward through the silence, emptiness, and lingering echoes of memory left behind. Beneath the weight of heartbreak, loneliness, and remembrance, he searches for meaning in the quiet aftermath of loss. But through memory, love, and gentle acts of remembrance, he slowly begins to discover a path toward healing. As he learns to honor the woman he loved, he realizes that some bonds remain unbroken even after death. For even in grief, love can continue to endure.

Elena begins to hear a melody she thought she had buried forever - a song her mother used to hum before she died. But this time, it doesn't fade. When a mysterious classmate offers her a way to return to the past - not as a memory, but as something real - Elena steps into a world where dreams can perfectly recreate what was lost. In this world, she can see her mother again. She can feel her warmth. She can stay. But every dream has an exit. And the deeper she sinks, the harder it becomes to leave. Because some dreams aren't meant to be escaped. And some realities aren't meant to be faced.

This piece drifts through betrayal, silence, and the slow birth of vengeance, exploring what happens when hurt is left to rot beneath the surface. It captures the fragile transformation from wounded soul to quiet destroyer-where pain no longer asks to be healed, only remembered. Within these words lives the aftermath of broken trust, the hunger for power, and the loneliness that follows revenge once the fire finally settles. Beneath the darkness, the reader may discover not only anger... but the emptiness left behind after becoming the very thing they feared.

A series of poems written in the calm of silence, with a bleeding heart and a lost soul. This anthropology entails everything I feel and often long to let out but often find hard to say. It is written in the shadows of solitude and in the embrace of darkness. Started: For as long as I could remember. Finished: Don't think it ever could.

This story is about a girl who sets out to seek revenge as the cold-blooded woman she has been forced to become, due to her circumstances. All this, while being faced with challenges and obstacles which don't seem to stop. She meets her biological family who wants to protect her and shield her from the world and believe she is a innocent girl but when circumstances change they are determined to find out about this mysterious girl. As she makes her journey to her real motive she is met by a cold and ruthless man involved in the under world. This is their story, which begins the start of the fire, the angst, the tension. Leonita a fiery woman, passionate, beautiful, unpredictable, insightful, strong and knows her worth, doesn't let anyone bring her down. Believes your actually family is the one you choose not the one you were born into. Asher a cold, handsome, authoritative, stubborn, ruthless, doesn't take anyone's bullshit. Believes family is only bonded by blood. What will happen when two hotheaded stubborn people are forced to be in each other's presence, will they change their views of each other? Or will they lose their patience and slit each other's throats to get the one out of the other's way?

lie to them. this is how you get away with abuse. it's not your fault they picked up the blade.

Words that live in my head, flipping it upside down, haunting it and help me through dark times as well as great times. I hope you have a wonderful stay!

ιn wнιcн нe envιѕιonѕ тнe paѕт and ғυтυre. ❝ тнanĸ yoυ ғor вeιng мy нero.❞ ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ ѕιтυaтed ιn napleѕ, ιтaly. ιn тнιѕ world ғυll oғ ѕтereoтypeѕ, ғlorence ιѕ a ғeмιnιne мale ғlorιѕт wнo ғell ιn love wιтн ғlowerѕ and вecaυѕe oғ тнaт, нe ιѕ вυllιed alмoѕт тнroυgнoυт нιѕ lιғe. aғтer нιѕ near deaтн eхperιence, нe gaιn тнe aвιlιтy тo envιѕιon scenes ғroм тнe paѕт or тнe ғυтυre wιтн a ѕιngle тoυcн oғ тнe ғlowerѕ' peтalѕ. вυттercυp ιѕ a cнeerғυl ғeмale wнo ιѕ вrave. ѕнe вecaмe тнe new тranѕғeree ιn ғlorence'ѕ ѕcнool. wнaт wιll нappen wнen тнe coward ғeмιnιne ғlorence мeeт тнe вrave вυттercυp? wнo ιѕ тнιѕ нero wнo wιll ѕave ғlorence? ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ ✿ envιѕage ✿ /ɪnˈvɪzɪdʒ,ɛnˈvɪzɪdʒ/ verв conтeмplaтe or conceιve oғ aѕ a poѕѕιвιlιтy or a deѕιraвle ғυтυre evenт. ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ - ✿ a ѕнorт ѕтory вy ѕagιng and мang ғroм tuturons ѕтory ιѕ orιgιnally вy ©тυтυronѕ pleaѕe do noт copy, repυвlιѕн, or тranѕlaтe wιтнoυт perмιѕѕιon granтed.

words of a sad girl with a big smile [compilation of poems]

"No one wants you to get hurt," they say, and then they do it over and over again, fooling me.

He thought love would lift him higher - that it would make the world brighter, clearer, kinder. Instead, it broke him in the quietest ways. Now, surrounded by traces of someone who's already gone, he tries to unlearn the way she fit into every corner of his heart. But how do you forget someone who taught you what love feels like? Maybe it was never really love. Or maybe it was - and that's what hurts most.

This is unopened letter, will you read it?