Truestory Stories

|| Featured FREE story with exclusive paid chapters - previously a paid story || When Haley discovers the truth behind Xavier, whose silence holds a deeper meaning, she sets her mind on making his life better one small step at a time. ***** Haley Rosamond is happy with her simple life, content under the wing of her father. Well-protected, she has no idea of the darkness surrounding Xavier Hunt, with his all-black attire and infrequent presence in school-accompanied by his bruises and scars. That is, until Haley catches a glimpse of Xavier's reality and is made to question everything she knows about family and life in general. The truth, she realizes, couldn't be more different from everything she has heard. Supported by her father, Haley sets her mind on helping Xavier any way she can, and what begins with tutoring sessions, free food, and random acts of kindness blooms into friendship and something a little more. But when Haley's admission into her dream college and another tragedy in Xavier's life threaten to undo everything she has worked for, Haley needs to decide if she'll stick by Xavier or simply be another person in his life that disappears. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

Charlie Chadwick is currently a 11 year old girl who studies in Luxria Elementary School. But what happened last year is truly something terrifying to her and her classmates. And the person who started all of this was ...... A class bully group formed. And they bullied Charlie's best friend, Grace Lewis. Everything depends on Charlie and her other allies. But when they found out the group leader's goal and identity, it was...because...? Read this book to find out if Charlie could save her friend Grace and survive this 'bully war' that is filled with betrayal.

This is basically my own love story so chapters will be slow and the names might be weird bcz i can't use the real names. This story is the type of love people actually experience irl so almost no y/n moments.

💌 प्रेम. इश्क. 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆....... Two girls leave their home chasing dreams, unaware that destiny has already chosen their pain. Ayanika and Roohi step into a new world filled with laughter, friendships, and moments that feel almost magical - until love turns into wounds and trust becomes something dangerous to give. Broken and frightened, they return to where they began, carrying scars no one can see. But destiny is never gentle. It brings them back to strangers wrapped in silence, shadows, and secrets - men with dark pasts, dangerous worlds, and hearts shaped by pain. Healing comes slowly, imperfectly, and at a cost. Because some bonds are written by fate, not choice. This is a story of destiny and destruction, love and fear, softness and darkness of endings that shattered them... and of the ending destiny chose to rewrite. Some parts are fiction. Some parts are real. ~ 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍.

This is my entry for #EyesLipsFierce Emma hasn't seen her favorite person in ten years. She loved listening to stories of her grandmother's life. The story her mother told her before grandma arrived completely changed her perspective of what a strong woman is. Hope you enjoy! I don't own the images on the cover.

<Based on True Story> Short\ Mini Story "မာန်ရိန်းမ်မောင်မောင် x ဆက်လင်းညီ"

ဒီနေ့ရဲ့ hand placement က ရူးလောက်တယ်။ Public area မှာ အနှိုက်ခံရတာ မကြိုက်ချင်ယောင်​ဆောင်ပေမယ့် တစ်ကယ်က ကြိုက်နေတာ။

හම්බුනොත් ආයෙ මැයි මල් ගහ යට...

You Put Me In Pieces is a raw, unfiltered account of survival inside a system that repeatedly failed to protect the people who needed it most. Told through the lived experiences of two mothers, Ashley and Cecilea, this book documents the slow unraveling of safety as domestic abuse, coercive control, stalking, and institutional neglect collide. What begins as a fragile attempt at separation spirals into a relentless fight for protection-against violent partners, against manipulation masked as authority, and against a legal system more invested in procedure than truth. As the women flee from house to house, county to county, the danger follows. Police reports are dismissed. Evidence is ignored. Children are placed in harm's way while abusers remain free to intimidate, pursue, and retaliate. Each chapter exposes not only the private terror of abuse, but the public betrayal that occurs when victims are doubted, silenced, or criminalized for asking for help. Interwoven with moments of dark humor, fierce loyalty, and maternal resilience, You Put Me In Pieces refuses to present trauma as tidy or resolved. There is no clean ending-because real life does not offer one. Instead, this book stands as testimony: of survival in real time, of love forged under pressure, and of the cost of being disbelieved. This is not a story about closure. It is a story about endurance. And about what happens when women refuse to disappear. Book title and cover credit goes to my 11 year old daughter.

𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰... 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵!? 𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂~

📌 Versão em português disponível no perfil do autor. He didn't find his life in a grand adventure-he built it from the wreckage of his own mistakes. From manual labor in foreign lands to the heartbreaks that finally opened his eyes, this is the raw story of a reckless young adult who used his "non-adventures" to become a man of character. He traveled the world only to realize the greatest journey wasn't the distance covered, but the man he was choosing to become.

💬💬💬💬 I used to write some short stories in my mother tongue - bengali and in my second language -english. But I never thought about publishing it anywhere. But after getting some advice from a respected person i rethought that. And finally decided to publish it. So here it is. It's all about my own thought process. Though nothing is imaginary. All are the truth of life. The truth of people. It can be stressful. It can be complex. It can be uncomfortable sometimes. But trust me this is real life- complex and unbearable. But if you liked this. I must say you are a mature reader. And if these can make you rethink your life and it's choices then that's my success. . . But please judge me or anyone in future. Please. And happy reading 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️ . . 💬💬💬💬

a poetry book. all these poems are based on my real life. roses and thorns stands for the ups and downs we face in life. there are several other meanings for roses and thorns, which are shown in this book. each part is a new poem or occasionally, there will be a continuation of another (labeled as part 2). please enjoy!

Hi Am a strong independent women who once had a dream to be loved like am a fragile glass piece. But life can be so hard that the glass is now shattered. and when its broken its no longer safe to be preserved. THIS is my story, some parts of the stoey are fictional but most of this is MY story. I dont the if the ending will be what I wanted or what will happen. I dont know whether I'll finish this book or not, all I can say is "I'll never fall in love again".

For people who have always wanted to know about me before I leave for my permanent hiatus <3

This book is a story of dreams interrupted and survival that came without celebration. After being diagnosed with stage two endometrial cancer, the author is forced to undergo surgery that permanently changes her body-and the future she believed was waiting for her. What follows is not just a medical journey, but an intimate account of grief, anger, jealousy, faith, and the quiet loneliness that comes after survival. Written with raw honesty, this book explores the loss of motherhood, the reshaping of identity, and the unseen battles that continue long after the hospital rooms grow silent. It is a story for anyone who has survived something life-altering, yet still wakes up grieving what was taken. This is not a story of triumph. It is a story of staying.

As stars grows up, his parents realise the future they hold, aswell as the past that has been passed. A broken couple that stayed together for an unknown reason, starting to abuse and lock up a child of 2 years old for the purpose of making a perfect child, not knowing that the perfect they saw in a person was a human who wasnt a human.

My name is Virat Pandey. I am an educator, a researcher, and a survivor. When I was fit, I worked hard - not just for myself, but to help others in every way I could. I taught, guided, supported, and gave my time and energy without hesitation. I believed that helping others made life meaningful. But now, life has turned unexpectedly. I am living with blood cancer, brain cancer, and liver cirrhosis. I continue to work despite my illness, not for ambition, but for survival - to fund my treatment and my upcoming brain surgery. And yet, for me, there is no one to comfort me. No one to hold my hand through the pain, no one to ease the fear or the exhaustion. This is a story of life in its rawest form - of love, struggle, hope, and loneliness. It is a record of a life lived fully, a heart that still beats despite everything, and a fight that refuses to give up. If you are reading this, thank you for giving my words a place. And if my story reaches even one person, then my journey already matters.

Hassana was only fifteen when she first learned how quickly life could unravel. The day they wheeled her into the theatre for an appendix surgery, she thought the pain would finally end. The nurses smiled, her mother whispered prayers, and Hassana promised herself that tomorrow would be different, lighter, easier, pain-free. But tomorrow did not bring relief. Instead, it brought a diagnosis heavier than her small chest could bear. Her heartbeat once steady and innocent grew troubled, fighting against a body too young to understand what was happening. Tests turned into more tests, days turned into weeks, and the doctors' voices shifted from calm to urgent. Then came the words that changed everything: Rheumatic heart disease. Mitral stenosis. Sinus complications. A trio of battles she never asked for. Her mother tried not to break in front of her, hiding tears behind hospital curtains. The air smelled of disinfectant and prayers. Bills piled higher than breaths she could take. The surgery she needed was immediate, but the money was not. Relatives nodded with sympathy but offered silence. Neighbors asked questions but held their pockets closed. Hope became a thin thread-too thin for a girl whose heart was failing faster than the world realized. There were nights when Hassana could hear her own heartbeat struggle, like a faint drum losing rhythm. She wondered if God chose her for this pain, or if pain simply found her and refused to leave. Yet even in the stillness, even in the fear, she held on. Then, just when the world seemed deaf to her cries, when medicine could not move forward and faith was her only pulse-a door opened, quietly, unexpectedly. Help arrived not with noise, but with grace. What was impossible became possible, and what was breaking began to mend. Hassana would later call it a miracle. But in that moment, as dawn spilled weak sunlight into her room and her chest rose with fragile breaths, she simply whispered: "Alhamdulillah."

لونا هەمیشە خەونی بە سامان و شکۆمەندیەوە دەبینی.. بەڵام کاتێک بۆی دەردەکەوێ کە کە سەر بە یەکێک لە دەوڵەمەندترین خێزانەکانی لەندەنە ، خەونەکەی دەبێتە کابووسێکی ئاڵۆز . بەهۆی ئەوەی دەخرێتە ناو جیھانێکی دەوڵەمەندی و نهێنیەوە .. ڕوبەڕووی پێنج برا دەبێتەوە .. کە بەدەست هێنانی متمانەیان مەحاڵە ، بەتایبەت کاتێک دوانیان سوکایەتی پێدەکەن ، وە خۆشەویستی کەسێک سنورێک دەبرێت کە هەرگیز بە خەیاڵی دا نەهاتووە .. ئایە لونا دەتوانێت بسەلمێنێت کە سەر بە خۆیەتی یان درزەکانی خێزانە نوێیەکەی بۆ هەمیشە خەونەکانی دەشکێنن ؟ . . . . . { بە بێهێزیەوە دەستی ڕەیدنی گرت و دوا وشەکانی چرپاند «ئەوەی بەڵێنت دا بیبە سەر » «بەڵام بەڵێنە کە هی هەردووکمان بوو » ڕەیدن بە هاوارەوە وتی و دواتر فرمێسکەکانی ڕژانە سەر ڕوومەتەکانی} نوسەر /3> Queen