Psychologicalfiction Stories

Bridge Shienne was seventeen, though there were days he looked much older. He stood slightly taller than most boys his age, his lean frame carrying the quiet discipline of someone who had learned to keep moving no matter what. Music had shaped his posture-a certain calm in the way he stood, a quiet rhythm in the way he moved-while life had taught him the kind of resilience no song ever could. His skin bore the warm brown complexion of a Filipino raised beneath relentless sunlight. Dark hair fell across his forehead in loose, stubborn waves, though one section never quite grew back the same. A pale scar ran diagonally across his left eye, beginning just beneath it and cutting upward toward his temple, crossing through his eyebrow and leaving a small gap where hair refused to return. It wasn't the kind of scar people ignored. Some people noticed. Some asked. Most didn't. His eyes-dark, steady, the color of freshly brewed coffee-held a quiet exhaustion that didn't belong to someone his age. Something older lingered there, unspoken, unhealed. And sometimes, if people paid close enough attention, they would catch him smiling at nothing... frowning at empty spaces... or pausing as though he had heard someone call his name. Bridge never explained those moments. Not because he couldn't. But because some things were easier to live with than to put into words. After all, loneliness never truly been a problem for him. Even in silence, he never felt alone. He only wanted simple things-a quiet home, good music, enough peace to get through another day. Instead, life kept handing him strange coincidences, unexpected friendships, and mysteries that seemed to know his name before he ever learned theirs. And when he smiled-which didn't happen often anymore-he briefly looked like the boy he was supposed to be. A boy who loved to sing. A boy who loved to live. A boy who should have been ordinary. But ordinary had long since stopped belonging to Bridge Shienne.

He built an empire to prove he wasn't his father's son. She was hired to organize his calendar - not unravel everything he's spent his life burying. Adhyaksa Jagannatha runs Kersane like he runs everything else: composed, controlled, untouchable. Then Kinara Aegis Amalthea walks in and starts noticing the things nobody else does - the collar he loosens before he breaks, the silences that mean more than his words, the father he refuses to name. She doesn't know yet that her past and his are already tangled together. He doesn't know how much it will cost them both when she finds out. A slow-burn story about ambition, inherited trauma, and the people who see us before we're ready to be seen.

A sudden noise made him turn. A guard was holding a boy in a black hoodie. The boy struggled to break free-his hood slipped off, revealing his sharp face and messy black hair. There was something strange about his expression. Not fear. Not anger. Something else. Something... knowing. "Liam..." His voice dropped. "...Can you see it too?" Liam froze. "How do you-" Suddenly everything broke. The world twisted around him. Sound disappeared. His vision blurred, like his body was being pulled in two directions. Silence. Liam opened his eyes. A desk. A different place. A different life. "It happened again..."

Lucy Leer suddenly finds herself in a place she has never seen before with no memory of how she got there or who she was before she arrived. The only thing she knows is what the smiling residents tell her: she has been welcomed into the Happy Society, the greatest place on Earth. The Happy Society is everything people could ever dream of. There is no money, no hunger, no poverty, and no struggling to make ends meet. Every home is provided, every meal is fresh, and every person is encouraged to pursue what they truly love. Jobs aren't obligations-they're passions. Artists are given endless inspiration, musicians receive every resource they need to perfect their craft, and dreamers are celebrated instead of overlooked. The Society believes that when people are supported, they become the very best versions of themselves. Everywhere Lucy looks, she sees colorful neighborhoods, blooming gardens in every season, laughter in the streets, and people who genuinely seem happy. To Lucy, it feels like paradise. She quickly settles into her new life, meeting her roommates, learning the Society's unusual rules, and embracing the warmth of a community that seems to care about everyone. Then the little things begin. A conversation stops the moment Lucy walks into the room. Someone smiles just a little too long after asking if she's happy. A neighbor she spoke with yesterday is suddenly gone, and no one remembers they ever existed. Questions are met with cheerful laughter instead of answers, and every uneasy feeling is dismissed with the same comforting response: *You're just adjusting.* As the days pass, fragments of Lucy's memory begin returning in brief, unsettling flashes. Faces she can't place appear in her dreams. Faces she can't place appear in her dreams. Places she's certain she's never visited somehow feel familiar. The more she remembers, the harder it becomes to ignore the feeling that something about the Happy Society isn't quite right.

Florence thought surviving was enough. After losing her family in a tragic accident, she learns to hide her grief behind a smile convincing enough to fool everyone, including herself. Night after night, she's haunted by memories she can't escape, yet she refuses to let anyone see the cracks beneath her carefully built mask. Starting over in a place that no longer feels familiar, Florence is forced to face a life she never asked for. As old connections slowly find their way back to her and forgotten bonds begin to mend, she discovers that healing doesn't happen overnight. Sometimes, it begins with someone who quietly stays. Someone who sees through the smiles. Someone who finds you, even when you've been lost all along. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories aren't about saving each other. They're about finding the courage to heal-together.

"Life, is just a game. That we play without tutorial. And me, Shigaraki Tenko, I am... The final boss." When she came back to Japan after the war, Réka didn't find what she expected. No one expected her connection with Tomura, nor the two children by her side. A decade later, Tenko joins Yuei, to prevent that, what happened to his father, would happen again. But the past isn't left behind. It surges back. About a story they ignored. About a cult slowly rising. About a cursed legacy, he both tries to break and is entangled in. ---------- Mature contents: -Strong language -Physical/psychological violence -Bullying/harrassment -Moral ambiguity -Substance use/addiction -Depression/suicide attempt/self-harm -Necrophagy -Lots of mentions around death/grief/mourning since the core theme exploited here is Tomura's death and legacy. TL.DR = I can't gauge each person's sensitivity and mine is basically low so you're warned. ---------- This story is also published on AO3, Inkitt, Quotev, Space Battles and FFN. Any repost, translation, or derivative use without explicit permission is not authorised.

Dissociative identity disorder (D.I.D.) is a condition where one has two or more separate personalities that control their behavior at different times. Ashlie is twenty-four years old. She has been episode-free for nearly a year, a result of medication, routine, and caution. Christina is sixteen years old. She is a rebel with a chip on her shoulder, who has been pent up for too long. She has fallen in love. She will not be controlled. And she will stop at nothing to live her own life... She is also an alternate personality. A young woman's struggle to cope and deal with the frightening loss of control of her body... to her mind. #1 in psychologicalfiction 12 Dec 2025

Raised to be Britannia's perfect weapon, Akira Beaumont has known only power and the cruel order of the world around him. Yet as war begins to consume the empire, an encounter with a mysterious man starts to unravel the beliefs that shaped him. With loyalties shifting and rebellion on the horizon, Akira finds himself questioning what freedom truly means. (OC x CC)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Milaya, the girl who loved Emran Adeoye, She's gone. What's left is quieter. Heavier. More dangerous No more games. No more hope. Just the truth, the one the Adeoyes have been hiding. Every answer tears her open. Every step drags her deeper. Emran wants to keep her safe. He doesn't know she's already gone somewhere he can't follow. Not angry. Not broken. Just done. And when she finds what he's been keeping? The Adeoyes won't even hear her coming. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

"Sometimes the most dangerous lies are the ones we choose to believe." Everyone thinks Anika made the biggest mistake of her life. She disagrees. She knows what she saw. She knows who she loved. And she knows he was real... ...wasn't he? As strange coincidences begin to pile up and the people closest to her start questioning her sanity, Anika is forced to make an impossible choice: trust everyone around her or trust the only person who has never left her side. But what if they're both wrong? And what if the truth is far more terrifying than either of them imagined? Some stories are about finding love. This one is about losing reality.

A woman jumps from a golden bridge at sunset, leaving behind nothing but a pair of worn black canvas shoes and a pink butterfly clip. In saving her for one night, a hardened man must face every silence, every failure, and the question that will remake his life: can you rescue someone from death if they cannot escape themselves?

In a world where love doesn't cost a thing and is given for free, yet quite unfair to a few whom just needed a little taste of it, in a world where there are people who continue to let out screams, their direct pleads to anyone to simply in their own words "Love me please?!", Hoping that someday maybe someone would hear their screams and maybe perhaps give in!, Because According to them, they just simply want to be able to feel, anything at all or at least savor the feeling of being LOVED!. However is this a dream they can archive? or is it simply an obsession of a wish flying along with the wind?. And Whichever one it may turn out to be!, how beautiful is the sound of the insanity that lies within?.

In the quiet streets of Saint Petersburg, an aging man returns to the city that once witnessed the brightest and most painful chapter of his life. As the nights grow longer, he revisits the memories of a love that never truly belonged to him. Years earlier, he met Erika, a young woman whose warmth brought light into his lonely existence. Their chance encounters blossomed into a deep emotional bond, built on shared dreams, unspoken promises, and fleeting moments that felt eternal. Yet love is not always enough to overcome the weight of fate, timing, and the choices people make. Told through the reflections of an old man haunted by memory, Night Without Stars explores loneliness, devotion, regret, and the enduring power of first love. Every street, every snowfall, and every silent night reminds him of the happiness he briefly held and the heartbreak that followed. A deeply melancholic literary romance, Night Without Stars asks whether some loves are meant to be lived or only remembered. It is a story of hope born in darkness, of hearts that found one another too late, and of a man who discovers that even in a sky without stars, love can leave a light that never truly fades.

He owns the house. Three stories, acreage, a river at the bottom of the hill. The deed is real. Nobody disputes it. The house is full of strangers who don't care. There's a girl in the front yard with an offer already made. A truck bed already prepared. The simplest thing anyone has offered him in a long time. He turns around to face the house instead. *The wine is still in the cradle. The door to the river is still there. The key has been in his pocket since Nevada.* **All he has to do is go in.** *Literary dream fiction | JREAMS series, Episode VII* *© K.M. Æsquire*

Set in The St.Michael Orphanage

When Aiko Tanaka is uprooted from Japan to United Kingdom by her glamorous but detached mother, Isabella Hart, she retreats into the one place that feels safe-a VR game. There, a stranger's voice-velvety, deep, and endlessly understanding-becomes her secret obsession. But behind every word Lucien Noir whispers, something darker stirs. As her real world unravels, her only friend Chloe Rivers warns her: some voices aren't meant to be trusted. But Aiko is already listening too closely. And some echoes... don't stop at the screen.

She lived in the shadows of someone else's choices. Five years stolen. A voice silenced. They called it life. She called it survival. Now she's back- not to explain, but to reclaim. This isn't a fairytale. It's the half-life she never chose, and the full story she's finally telling.

He is a doctor - attentive, compassionate, and anxious. He is used to analyzing, reflecting, searching for the source of pain-both in the body and in the soul. But understanding himself proves far more difficult. At times, he feels as though he is the one who brings misfortune, as if everything bad happens because of his presence. Is it reality or fear? The answer is not obvious, and the path toward it is far from easy. This is a story about a man learning to separate anxiety from truth-and to carry light, first to others, and eventually to himself.

A surrealist, psychological speculative short story about avoidance and self-discovery.

disclaimer: this is not a romance. the main characters are not a couple, will not become a couple, and are not to be shipped. any interpretation of them as a romantic pair goes against the intent of this story. another disclaimer: so, i know these two characters were shipped in the armydreamers ship of forsaken community, that is a rareship, but this is a special AU for putting them as main characters, not including the forsaken and being on the normal world and no rounds, tysm! AND I LET IT CLEAR THAT IS NOT A SHIP. hello there, dear readers! yes, this fanfic is from two characters from roblox, one is Don Sonnelino (that is from forsaken, because we are working on his rework, not on the Frozen Soul mafioso) and Guest1337 (that is from the animation The Last Guest, but added in the game called Forsaken!