Vulnerable Stories

It's a dunkjoong story ----------- Introduction ~~~~~~~~~~~ Dunk Natachai is a powerful and intimidating CEO who runs his company with strict rules and a cold heart. In his world, emotions are distractions and relationships are unnecessary. Joong Archen is just another employee trying to survive. Quiet, hardworking, and a little vulnerable, Joong keeps his head down and focuses on his job, hoping not to attract attention. But somehow... he does. Dunk begins to notice the quiet employee who stays late, skips meals, and never complains. What starts as simple concern slowly turns into something deeper-something neither of them planned. Between office gossip, misunderstandings, jealousy, and growing closeness, their professional relationship slowly becomes personal. Because when a powerful CEO starts caring too much about one employee... things are bound to get complicated

"...So exactly how are you connected to the Kings?" "This is the only reason you dragged me here? Pathetic." They tied her to a pole. Bruised. Bleeding. Silent. They thought she was prey. But when she raised her head, smirk cutting through the dark- -it wasn't Grace they saw. It was Grey. ...... In a world where blood ties are power and betrayal is currency, she was never meant to survive. But she did. Not as a daughter. Not as a weapon. But something else entirely..." Welcome to the story of Grace-born Celestia, trained as Grey, destined for more. She was kidnapped at three. Trained to kill by ten. Declared dead by fifteen. But now... she's walking into college like she's normal. This is her story. Of pain, betrayal, survival, and choosing her own path. Every chapter hides a truth. Every name holds a secret. 🌙 Not everything is as it seems. Read carefully. Trust no one.

The little things I didn't say.

➽ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

A real raw story about eating disorders This is what I have so far

Emily has been secretly in love with her best friend's older brother Jake since she was 16. Now at 22, when her best friend Diana leaves for a 3-month work assignment abroad, Maya moves into their shared apartment to help with rent. Living under the same roof, the tension between them becomes unbearable. What starts as stolen glances and accidental touches evolves into a forbidden romance they can't hide-or deny

Born to Be Loved is a chapbook of poems that moves through the quiet violence of longing, the confusion of becoming, and the fragile hope of learning what love actually asks of us. Across these pages, love appears in many forms: devotional, distorted, imagined, withheld, and redefined. It becomes a star seen from too far away, a mirror that refuses certainty, a language spoken between ache and attachment. These poems trace what it means to grow up inside emotional intensity-where identity is shaped by who we love, who we lose, and who we try to become in return. At its core, this collection is not only about being loved, but about questioning what it means to deserve love, to mistake it, to resist it, and to finally imagine it without harm or illusion. Born to Be Loved is for anyone who has ever tried to earn tenderness, rebuild themselves from longing, or find clarity in the space between devotion and self-discovery.

Poetry. Inspired by the most unexpected walks of life.

She wants to get her life started. Work on herself while hopefully maintaining happiness. Trying not to let life drown her. He wants to keep the company going. Live up to it and be even better. Let's see how this will play out.

Bella is writing this in the memory of her alive dad who decided to abandon her and her mom when she was little. I know many people can relate to this.. so let's just show support to each other.. :) Xoxo

The second song I've ever written. It speaks on the vulnerability I felt in a relationship and how that was taken for granted. It also touches on the fact that love is so powerful. More powerful than hate, for sure. If you hate someone, you can at least see them for who they are. However, if you love them, you can be blind to their flaws by the love you have for them.

Life is like a slam book. We open ourselves to others, inviting them to leave their mark. Their words - scribbles on our pages - reveal their thoughts and feelings. We can't control what they write; we can only read, turn the page, and move forward. Each entry becomes a testament to our shared experiences. We cherish them, learn from them, and grow through these interactions. And so, this book - Remain Unsaid... - holds the unspoken feelings I've gathered from the people who filled those pages, alongside my own moments of quiet futility. Feelings of love, betrayal, and blessings - too profound to express to the ones who wrote them - find their way here instead, poured into words that mirror my soul. To those who have walked similar paths, who have felt the depths of love, loss, futility, and longing - may these words validate your emotions, comfort you in silence, and remind you of your strength. - A'nonymous

I'm a love poet, but love is still scary.

kinda just venting and trying to make it sound pretty •TW are included before poems• but i will include them here for viewer discretion TW: s3lf h@rm, gr00m!ng, @buse

All my poems that have to do with my dad, some may have already been posted in other stories I have published, oopsy!

ti lasciai li fra le cose sospese ma un messaggio ci riprese sempre in bilico fra ciò che è giusto e cosa no,ma tu sei l'unica scelta che rifarò,ancora qui accanto a me anche dopo aver conosciuto il lato oscuro nascosto dentro me,lo hai accettato e accarezzato ma non sei scappato probabilmente perchè hai capito che non potrei mai ferire un essere speciale come te,le mie spine le elimino per te,non sento il bisogno di proteggermi anzi mi affido con tutta me stessa a te... ti dedicherei l'eclisse ma ciò purtroppo non è possibile allora concludo dicendoti che,hai dominato i miei pensieri sotto forma di Éclipse indienne,l'unica persona capace di rendermi vulnerable

Wren Taylor has secrets. Things that are slowly numbing her mind and spirit. Beneath the brave face, she's vulnerable...lost. She needs to connect with something... someone before she breaks completely. Then, when the new young teacher sees a peep into her hidden life, she finds herself opening up. But has she found the outlet she needs or is he just another secret?

Dear future me, I don't know what tomorrow will bring, who I'll meet, who I'll lose, or what memories I'll make. But I want a place to write it all down-a place for every feeling, every lesson, every heartbreak, every laugh, and every little moment in between. Follow me through the highs, lows, friendships, love stories, emotions, and everyday moments that make up life. This isn't a story with a planned ending-it's my journey as it unfolds, one entry at a time. Maybe one day I'll look back on these pages and see how far I've come. Until then, these are the moments, memories, and people that shape my story. Their lives. My life. My story.

a glimpse in my life through the art that I write. | l.e.o |