Vulnerable Stories

CEO ✘ Secretary. Trigger Warning. Heartbreaks in the plot. Continue reading to discover the raw human emotions that lead to heartbreak and vulnerability.

these are the collection of poems which express my inter feeling and my thoughts. The point of view of mine that not heared soo far will dance in words.

This is not a guide to healing. It is a map of aftermath. The Unbearable Beauty of the Open Heart traces the quiet descent into walls built too high, and the slow, trembling return to feeling. It is the story of what happens when silence turns to absence, when safety becomes a tomb, and when the heart...aching but still alive...begins to open again. These nine pieces live somewhere between memoir and meditation, between prayer and poetry. They explore the tenderness of being human: the ache of love, the surrender of vulnerability, the quiet awe of simply existing. It is a journey through the unbearable and the beautiful...because they are, in truth, the same thing.

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.

They were promised to each other before they could even speak. Heir to an empire. Daughter of a legacy. Bound by a deal neither of them asked for. She's learned to live with the panic that shadows her nights, the anxiety that claws at her chest when the world becomes too much. He's learned to bury the ghosts of his past under power, wealth, and a name that opens every door. But the marriage contract changes everything. One bed. One future. No escape. And just when they begin to see beyond the walls they've built around themselves, a message arrives: I know who killed your mother. The sender? A man the groom once called brother. Someone who lost eight years of his life while he walked free. Someone who wants revenge, not just on him, but on the family that destroyed everything. Lies will surface. Loyalties will shatter. And in the middle of it all, two broken souls will have to decide if they can trust each other... or if love is just another trap waiting to break them.

Two high school lovers-Raymond and Ashley meet two years after a falling out, with Raymond wanting them back together. Ashley, unsure on what to do, ended up letting her mind take the lead leaving her heart aside. **** Ashley never asked for perfect love - just honesty, loyalty, and a boy who wouldn't break her twice. Raymond promised her all of that. When people step in to tear them apart with twisted truths and hidden motives, Ashley finds herself battling insecurity, betrayal, and the fear that she might lose the only boy she ever let close to her heart. One moment of misunderstanding spirals into a storm of accusations, slammed doors, and painful silences. Raymond believes he's protecting his pride. Ashley believes she's losing herself. And in the crossfire is a love that was once innocent - now bruised, fragile, and slipping through their fingers. As new friendships form, old wounds reopen, and birthdays turn into breaking points, Ashley and Raymond must confront a painful question: When trust is fractured, can love survive... or is heartbreak the only ending left? Fractured Hearts is a riveting teenage romance about loyalty, jealousy, betrayal, and the ache of loving someone who doesn't always choose you. A story of young love fighting to stay alive - even as the world keeps pulling it apart.

A short book of letters written by me. These letters hold my feelings, my emotions I felt but didn't know how to express. I hope this book makes you feel better. © Zoe. All rights reserved. This book may not be copied, reproduced, or used in any form without permission.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

The little things I didn't say.

"Then let me." "What?" "Let me be your eyes." in which he was blind but she was far more broken than he ever was All Rights Reserved - malikstethics 2015

Sasuke is punished for his unhealthy coping mechanisms and gets a bit humiliated in the process. He's still trying to maintain the facade but fails when he is put face to face with his greatest fear. When everything is uncovered he finally asks for what he needs. NaruSasu( Naruto has the upper hand here) WARNING: This contains boyxboy action.

One night when "she" found a missed call on her phone, on instinct she called back. And when the sound of an unknown boy came, she was too agitated to listen to him. The "boy" on the other side, shy and nervous, was simply frightened. But how could this one missed call connect them so soon? This is my original idea so please do not copy it. It is going to be a short story with short chapters and it will be updates Twice. Every Wednesday and Sunday. (If the author is unable to update, feel free to remind her)

Chongyang Festival Token ❤ One of the Most Intimate Moments from "Legend of Love" Non-RPF *Fanfiction for The Untamed (MDZS LA) × Xiao Zhan AU ***Every scenes and dialogues included are fictionally made up! ***Main characters are not applied to real persons at all! No harm to real persons please! (Zawgyi plus Unicode)

Isla Monroe was never one to let her guard down. A woman of control, of power, of calculated moves. She built an empire on her ability to stay distant, detached from the world, locked in her own fortress of wealth and success. But behind that cold exterior, there was something darker, something buried deep within her-a hunger she never let anyone see. Vito Vance had no such barriers. He was a man who thrived on chaos, who reveled in the masks he wore for the world to see. A notorious pornstar by day, a reckless, manipulative force by night, he had the kind of power that made people crave him while simultaneously fearing him. But Vito didn't just play with fire-he lived in it. Their paths crossed in the most unlikely of places-a strip club in the dead of night, where identities didn't matter, where people came to forget themselves. For Isla, it was supposed to be a brief escape, a fleeting moment of distraction. For Vito, it was just another night in a world he owned. But the night they met was the beginning of something neither of them could have predicted. A night that would unravel their carefully constructed lives, expose the vulnerability neither of them was willing to admit, and ignite a passion neither was prepared for. Their story would be one of tension, of smoldering attraction, of games played in the shadows. And for the first time in her life, Isla Monroe would find herself in a position where she had no control, no walls to hide behind. And neither would Vito. --- This book is inspired by the song "Pornstar" by Nessa Barrett and a BL manhwa called "BJ Alex." pc; pinterest

So here's the thing... This is my story, but in a way I believe it's everyone's story. We all need forgiveness, everyone needs love, and all of us in some way, have sought redemption, even if not for ourselves. Keep in mind, it's not really your typical read, as my first time engaging in expression on paper was through poetry. This will go back and forth, so try to keep up. This is for those unafraid to admit that their life is not all they wanted or expected it to be. This is for those struggling to be brave enough to embrace all of who they are, and who they want to be. Either way, we are all searching. We are all the best and worst parts of humanity. We all need mercy. We all need grace. We all have purpose. We all deserve love and the chance to show it. Disclaimer: This book contains triggers, and some material that may be offensive to some readers. Please proceed with caution.

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Always cherish the one whose in there beside you during your ups and downs. Be contented with what you have, even you'll see there's better one than you have. If you try to have all the better you see, you don't want the consequence you may experience.

poems. poems are my day 1. poems have this amazing ability to calm me down. whenever i'm sad or anxious or happy or excited, i let myself flow with the ink of the pen. this is a collection of all the poems that i wrote in some of my darkest days, and some of the rare best days. this is a book of poems to tell you that you're not alone...