Raw Stories

In a city that turns its back on them, a rebellious loner gets tangled up with a quiet, sharp-tongued outcast. They sneak off to abandoned buildings and overgrown greenhouses, finding something that feels like love, but not the kind people talk about. It's messy, a little reckless, maybe even dangerous. Little did they know, every second spent together left a permanent imprint in their souls. Like always. Like forever.

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Bianca Benson is gone, but her last wish binds two broken men together. Enzo Benson keeps everything under control-his family's business, his temper, the careful anger he hides behind sarcasm and a hard jaw. The one thing he's never been able to command is Ace Hart. Quiet, forgiving, the man Bianca loved with the kind of reckless devotion that left Enzo raw with jealousy. When Bianca's death and a sealed will demand a shocking solution-marriage between the two men who loved her-Enzo signs with a clenched fist and a louder secret: he's spent years loving Ace in ways he would never admit. Ace accepts the marriage because loving Bianca taught him what it means to keep promises. He walks into Enzo's house carrying grief and loyalty, not expecting to be accused, cornered, used, or desired with the same ferocity Bianca used to receive. He thinks a vow can keep Bianca's memory safe. He doesn't expect the vow to drag him into a dangerous orbit where desire and punishment look the same. Forced together by love, obligation, and the brittle shards of a family's grief, they carve out a life together under the weight of Bianca's name. Enzo meets Ace with headline hatred and a deeper hunger-rough hands, sharp words, a possessive claim that alternates between cruelty and care. Ace gives as much as he can: tenderness, patience, the ghost of what he and Bianca were. The friction between them flames into nights of violent need and daylight reckonings that demand a price.

A collection of incomplete stories, some went nowhere, some I just didn't bother finishing. Some are messy bursts of imagination, some are tiny moments that actually felt like something, and some just stopped halfway because I didn't know where to go. None of them are perfect or polished. But every chapter is part of me learning how to write... Enjoy :) ∆ Best Rankings: - #1 in #process

A love that demanded everything and left a void. A heart that bled, waited, and refused to disappear. What Remains After You is raw, unflinching, and real-a woman's reckoning with betrayal, obsession, and the fire it takes to survive. For anyone who has loved too much and learned to stand again, this book is a mirror, a warning, and a call to claim their own power.

♡𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮 ♡ He hides secrets behind his smile. She captures the world through her lens. Atharv Raizada is not just a carefree, funny guy-he's a RAW agent on a dangerous mission in Kashmir. Sivika Mittal is a bold, fearless photographer chasing dreams and chaos. Two strangers. One mission. Countless misunderstandings. From enemies to lovers, from fake smiles to real feelings- their journey is full of laughter, secrets, danger, and unexpected love. And when the truth finally comes out... Will love survive the disguise? ✨ Two hearts in disguise... one truth at a time.✨

The Inventory of Silence.. (a working progress) "​How much can a man carry before the engine breaks in two?" ​We are masters of the "fine." We trade in iron masks, and stoic nods while the truth remains buried in the shadows. ​The Inventory of Silence is a real, unapologetic accounting of the things men don't say. It strips away the bravado to reveal the crushing weight of the quiet hours. These poems are for the men who are tired of holding it together-and for everyone who needs to know they aren't alone in the dark. ​The silence is heavy. It's time to put it down. - Pete

In Baltimore, staying alive isn't the same as being okay. Where We Stay follows a group of teenagers bound together by proximity, history, and secrets they don't know how to say out loud. Between house parties, private school pressure, fractured families, and relationships that blur the line between love and survival, each of them is just trying to make it through the year without falling apart. Destiny is magnetic, loud, and loved by everyone-but lonely when the music cuts off. Deon is a star athlete hiding behind silence. Taylor is the golden boy with a reputation he didn't ask for, learning too late that charm can't protect you from consequences. Zuri is perfection with a breaking point. Sadie holds everyone together while slowly unraveling. And Paul watches it all from the sidelines, already learning what it means to be forgotten. As the city moves around them, choices are made that can't be undone-and childhood slips away quietly, without asking permission. Where We Stay is a raw, emotional portrait of youth, trauma, and the dangerous comfort of familiarity-where staying feels easier than facing what comes next.

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

A messy mind collection. Thoughts, rants, and reflections from someone figuring life out one messy moment at a time. Essays made from 2023-2026 about love, chaos, and everything that makes us feel under the weather.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒌 𝒔𝒂𝒃 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒊 𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆 ｡｡｡ ~•◍ 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖕 𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖐 ◍•~ "Be my muse. Will you ?", he said, eyes filled with ardour so intense that I thought I had almost imagined it. "But why muse, why something that exquisite ?", I said, more like an unsteady whisper. " Presence so alluring that makes me forget at times.... to breathe, in your absence your voice perpetually echoes in the abandoned hallways of my subconscious mind, Quand tu n'es pas là, je meurs à petit feu, car tu me manques terriblement, and your eyes... too deep... too deep to find my way out after even a glance at them..... they hold nebulae together, so ethereal that it leaves my heart wrecked when you look away.... So, why not ?", he said. •◍• That's it maybe I guess we should begin now... •◍•

She comes home believing it's the same night she left-bruised, shaken, asking about butter and planning a shower-only to find a house that feels older, quieter, wrong. Her family looks at her like she might vanish if they breathe too hard. Slowly, unbearably, the truth emerges: she has been dead for five years. No one knows how she returned. There is no miracle to explain, no science to cling to-only the wreckage of a life mourned, a family reshaped by loss, and a town that learned how to move on without her. As she tries to understand a world that grieved her and closed the door, her return begins to disturb something deeper beneath the surface-an unseen thread connecting past and present, memory and meaning, drawing in forces that have been watching far longer than anyone realises. The Night Skye Came Home is a quiet, devastating mystery about love that never lets go, grief that changes shape, and what happens when the dead refuse to stay where the world put them.

Spiral downwards with me as I muse in the early hours of the night. And perhaps every once in a while, you will find some light. It gets less edgy, I promise.

What is love? Anveshna - this question asked by her mom shook her and usually Anveshna never asked for answers-until life handed her questions she couldn't ignore. One summer, surrounded by silence, dust, and memories no one speaks of, she stumbles into something that changes the way she sees everything. What begins as boredom turns into a quiet unraveling of the past-layer by layer, letter by letter. She thought she knew her family. She thought she knew herself. She was wrong. the question-what is love was only the beginning and anveshna had to answer and understand many questions in this journey. A slow-burning, emotionally raw story about the search for truth, connection, and the courage to face what we're not ready to hear.

Chrysanthemum Glow is a soul-blooming collection of poems that trace the fragile journey of human emotion and the ever-shifting landscape of the heart. Structured in four sections - Wither, Fade, Sprout, and Bloom-the collection moves through love lost, homesickness and longing, tentative hope, and the quiet radiance of growth. Each section captures a stage of feeling, honouring both the weight of what breaks, and the resilience required to begin again. Through delicate verse and raw vulnerability, Chrysanthemum Glow will be an emotional odyssey - a reminder that even in our most faded moments, there is beauty waiting to rise.

Read to find out.

"What are you doing here?" I question confused and slightly annoyed as to why had interrupted my first good sleep in at least a week. "I started missing Wendy, and so I needed someone to talk to, and drink with." He says. I sigh and let him in. He immediately places himself comfortably on the edge of the bed. "Did Wendy call you?" I ask. It would make sense for him repressed memories to come back after listening to her voice. Or possibly even looking through his camera roll, at what they used to be. Just thinking about all of the memories that he shared with his old flame. "No, I just...I'm finally breaking. Only now has it actually hit me. She's gone. She's done with me. I can't go home whenever I want and see my kids and make love to my wife. Because I don't have one. We're over. I'm too embarrassed to talk to my kids because I don't know what they'll say, I don't know how they feel. I just...I can't do it." He replies as he's trying his best not to cry. I sigh and sit next to him, letting him continue. "I don't know where I went wrong, I always loved her and I always put her and my kids above everything. I just don't understand." He replies. This time actually letting tears out. I sigh once more. Seeing the broken man in front of me made me start crying. The fact that he was this heartbroken made me cry hard. The fact that we both were heartbroken made me cry even worse. Both of us did nothing wrong, so deserving of our partners love, and yet this still happened to us. UPDATES EVERY MONDAY

They were only meant to entertain each other. No love. No commitment. No consequences. Life had other plans.

This is not a book about healing. It's a record of what remained after. SCARS...unstitched documents the spaces where love faltered, belonging was uncertain, and survival became an act of restraint. Written without ornament or apology, these fragments trace the slow recognition of what it costs to stay too long, and the quiet resolve of choosing oneself anyway.

Finn Balor imagines.