Heartstrings Stories

How is life of the Warners and Kishimoto's after defeating the reestablishment? 7 years after the fall of the reestablishment The ups, the downs, the everything. and no, this is not just a cute smut thing. THIS HAS A PROPER PLOT AND STORYLINE. P.S this will be ur therapy cz ngl believe me felt kinda like a cliff hanger especially for Kenji and nazeera's relationship or should I say Keneera (eeep) so ya i will NOT be robbing yall 💅🏻😂🎀

Seventeen-year-old Thumb Whitlock has lived with loss for most of his life. Ten years ago, his parents were taken from him in a mass shooting, and ever since, he's carried a festering hatred for people-for humanity itself. He lashes out, picks fights, rebels at every turn, and bites back harder than anyone expects. After being shipped off to a brutal military-style boot camp, Thumb ends up in yet another orphanage, this one tucked away in Overland Park, Kansas. As usual, he's shoved into school like nothing ever changes. But this time, something does. He crosses paths with someone unexpected-someone who isn't like the rest. A different kind of bug. His bug.

A haunting and deeply emotional story about love, loss, and the invisible wounds people carry. Hold On to Me explores grief, memory, and the fragile ways we try to survive heartbreak.

Some souls don't leave. They become the heartbeat of what remains. "I don't belong here... do I?" "You never left." The first time I saw the jungle, it didn't feel unfamiliar. It felt like something I had forgotten. Not a place. Not a dream. Something... closer than that. The air knew how I breathed. The ground adjusted to my steps. And somewhere beneath it all, something was still beating- slow... steady... waiting. Then I met them. A stranger who didn't ask who I was. Didn't wonder how I got there. They just looked at me... like I had already been a part of their life. Like I had left something unfinished. "You came back," they said softly. Back. The word stayed longer than it should have. The deeper I go, the more everything begins to blur.... memories that feel like mine but aren't, moments I almost remember, and a feeling I can't escape that this place isn't something I found. "Tell me the truth." "You won't like it." "...I think I already don't." Because somewhere in the heart of it all... there is something still alive. Still remembering. Still holding on. And when I finally reach it- I'll have to decide. Stay... and become part of something that never forgets. Or leave... and lose something I don't even remember having. "If I was never meant to leave... why does it feel like I was the one who chose to?"

Her lips were soft. Too soft. I froze for a second on top of her, my heart slamming against my ribs. I was about to push myself up-apologize, do something-but then I felt it. Her arms. Sliding around my neck. Pulling me down. Closer. Before I could think, her lips pressed into mine again, deeper this time, drunk and warm and desperate. A groan escaped my throat before I could stop it. My fingers clenched into the sheets on either side of her head. I didn't mean to kiss back. But I did. I kissed her. Harder. Deeper. Her taste, the faint sweetness of whatever she'd been drinking, the way she sighed into my mouth-it made my mind blank, my pulse roar in my ears. My hand moved without permission, sliding up her waist, feeling the fabric of her top bunch under my fingers. I felt her shiver beneath me, and something inside me snapped. My fingers hooked at the hem of her top, about to tug- Wait. ... wait wait guys 😅 let's continue in the story heyy it's ND Just your local delulu ARMY 🐰💜 turning late‑night daydreams into words. 💌 Let's talk in comments, I love hearing from you! 🌸 Stay for the feels, stay for the magic ✨

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ💎 ˎˊ- 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍, the butterfly and the musician fall in love. cover from pinterest manolo sanchez x women of colour reader the book of life ©️ gabiwrld 2026

Sometimes in the journey of loving them unconditionally you hurt them unconditionally. 🥇#rhythm (6/11/22)-(25/11/22)

Expressing yourself via writing is not as handy as it seems. Having millions of thought in minds and jotting 'em on a piece of paper is as difficult and tiring as weightlifting. Getting emotional at times while expelling it out on blank sheet. Arranging my not so random thoughts. I hope you find it engaging and relatable :)

Choi He Ran (Eira) seemingly has it all - she is pretty, rich and a handsome boyfriend who is part of famous boyband MHL (Melody, Harmony and Lyrics) making waves around the world. Everyone envied her relationship with Cyril Lancaster (charming leader of MHL) yet no one questioned and was supportive of their love. But like all fairytales - there will always be a villain in a story... in this case, Eira needs to fight her own heart to be with her loved ones. How can you fight when you know you're losing a battle with your own body? Time is ticking... Should she fight to live or give up and spend her remaining days as she wanted? Note: this is an original story of mine. In fact the first I ever completed This is Book 1 of the MHL (Music, Harmony and Lyrics) series. As this is completed be on the lookout for the next books: MHL In Love Book 2: Superstar MHL In Love Book 3: Sun and Moon MHL In Love Book 4: DJ's Love song MHL In Love Book 5: Girl in the mirror

The guitar is born to sing, to make its way to those loving hands that give it such soulful caress. How you play and sing with your guitar is so beautiful that it touches the soul.

Being enslaved to aliens has become the fate of the human race. There is something that they are hiding but Amari has to find out what. Will the men she meet show her mercy or will she be forced to show her hand?

We always are torned whether to follow our heart or brain. We blame one or the other for the failed causes. Let's hear their side of the story . Both ask questions and talk over a cup of tea. And nothing goes wrong over a cup of tea. Enjoy this conversation,it will be simple but entertaining and will answer our most of the persistent questions.

Gently, this piece lingers in the quiet moments most people overlook - the seconds after laughter fades and before words return. Underneath the surface, it speaks of closeness that doesn't need attention, of comfort that settles naturally, as if it has always existed. Light falls differently when two people stand still long enough to truly see each other, and sometimes that stillness says more than any confession could. After the world softens into background noise, what remains is the warmth of presence - steady, certain, and quietly powerful. Between held breaths and unspoken understanding, there is a kind of connection that feels less like chance and more like inevitability. In the end, this is simply about what stays when everything else fades - the afterlight that lingers long after the moment should have passed.

A girl who can't see colours until she met her soulmate

kristin and nick's toxic relationship leaves them both questioning what love is

Life is a garden of heal and woes... Amidst my withering flowers you bloom and grew In a world where sorrow has left petals wilted and dreams fallen to the ground, she learns to live with wounds disguised as thorns. Just when the garden of her heart seems beyond revival, he steps in-warm, radiant, and unafraid. Like a sunflower turning toward the light, he blooms amidst her decay, teaching her that even in the darkest corners, love has the power to heal and make everything grow again.

Star cross lovers? Or is this another fairytale?

Pixar...man, those guys just love to play with your heartstrings, don't they? Anyways, same rules as the "Disney List". Please respect opinions. Mahalo and enjoy!!!

Lorthor was just a simple boy from a simple relief camp, where the remnants of the Elven war still hit the humans who were trapped in Runewards hard. Being half elf himself, live wasn't exactly easy for the ten year old boy. It wasn't until he met a Rouge Cultivator under a dogwood tree that he learned exactly what life was like outside the Xenophobic community he was forced to grow into. But that begged the question, how had a 'simple' cultivator from outside the Runewards even get in, and why was he there in the first place? What exactly did an outsider like him want in what was considered a 'poor' country to the rest of the world? And how exactly did he wave off the Runewards magic, which had been made by a God, and not die?