Latenight Stories

We almost died together. And that was the moment everything changed. What started as a hate-love friendship turned into something neither of us planned or knew how to handle. Late nights. Fast drives. Unfinished conversations. This is a story about chaos, connection, and the kind of bond that forms when two people meet at the edge of everything. Not a perfect love story. But a real one (inspired by a true story).

Random scenarios that are in my head.

This collection of poetry digs deeper into exploring loss of friends, relationships, and depression while trying to heal and overcome all of it. . . A collection of poetry compiled of every thought that creeps in the night and more. . . I will ask for patience for completion of this book as it reflects experiences and moments in my own life. This is a part two to a collection of poetry published on amazon.

Yuna's life looks perfect on camera. A calm home. A loving family. A daughter everyone admires. Millions watch her smile like its real. _________________________________________________________________________________ Minho's life is everything hers isn't. Late nights. Fluorescent lights. A convenience store that never closes. No one is watching him. _________________________________________________________________________________ They were never meant to meet outside of school. But somehow, she keeps showing up where nobody is filming. And he keeps noticing the things she tries to hide. _________________________________________________________________________________ Because the truth is:- Some live look perfect from the outside. And some people only feel real. behind the scenes. (I'M NOT SHIPPING ANYONE. I JUST PUT PICTURES I LIKE.)

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with curiosity, timing... and a single message that was never meant to matter. Ananya, a girl who believes in clarity, control, and protecting her heart, finds herself drawn to a name she barely knows-Arjun. What starts as a harmless attempt to talk to a stranger turns into something far deeper than she ever expected. Between late-night conversations, unspoken emotions, and a connection she cannot explain, Ananya finds comfort in Arjun in ways she never allowed herself before. But love isn't always simple. Karan brings laughter. Arjun brings depth. Riya brings a storm they never saw coming. Caught between attachment, fear, and unhealed past wounds, Ananya hesitates to give a name to what she feels-even when Arjun is certain about her. Just when she begins to believe in something real, everything falls apart. Arjun chooses someone else. And Ananya is left with feelings she never got to finish. Years pass. Time moves on-but some hearts don't. When they meet again, Arjun realizes what he lost and asks for another chance. And for a moment, it feels like everything might finally fall into place. But love, no matter how deep, isn't always meant to stay. Sometimes, closure matters more than forever. Sometimes, the right person... comes after the one who taught you how to love. In a journey of heartbreak, healing, and self-discovery, Ananya learns that not all love stories are meant to end together-and that choosing yourself might be the most powerful love of all.

random book of bad poetry and late night thoughts

Tw: (possible) heavy topics? I intend for others not to see what I wrote as something I wrote but what they get from it and how they Interpret each so called poem or story. Some are sad, others are more so stories.(Some may be upsetting so, please do not read if you think it may be upsetting in anyway.) Anyways, enjoy! If you have any questions about them or any comments feel free to message me privately. Im here if you need me! Also, Image used in the cover photo isn't mine, credit goes to SC ➰ on twitter Edit* all the works that are written here are my own unless specifically stated otherwise with the authors permission ofc.*

Tiya was the girl who laughed too loud to hide the silence at home. Alex was the boy who rarely spoke but wrote letters to the people he couldn't forgive. They were never supposed to meet....until detention threw them together one rainy Tuesday. What starts as petty arguments and shared sarcasm slowly twists into secrets, saved tears, and midnight calls. But Alex is hiding something heavier than his charm, and Tiya might be the only one who can carry it with him.

Liliana and Damian are enemy since years they are both in a Mafia family but they often get into embaressing and intimidate situations.

He has never been in love. Yet every night, thousands of people trust him with their heartbreak. As the voice behind a late-night radio show, he listens to confessions whispered in the dark-stories of loss, regret, and forgiveness. He understands pain well enough to guide others through it. Well enough to sound like someone who's lived it. When a caller begins asking questions he isn't prepared to answer, the carefully crafted story he tells on air starts to take on a life of its own. And as listeners grow attached to a love that never existed, he's forced to confront how long borrowed voices can hold up a borrowed truth. Because some stories heal. And some refuse to stay under control.

A raw exploration of the invisible scars and the quiet beauty found in the process of healing . This collection serves as a bridge between silence and expression. My vision is to translate the complexities of growth into a language that feels both universal and deeply personal, offering readers a space to find their own reflections in the rhythm of my words

Sometimes the easiest person to talk to is someone you've never met. Y/N never expected a late-night conversation with a stranger to become the safest part of her day. Hidden behind anonymous usernames and midnight messages, the two slowly build a connection through shared loneliness, art, and conversations that stretch until sunrise. What she doesn't know is that the boy behind the screen is Hwang Hyunjin. And Hyunjin has no idea the girl making him feel understood is someone he already met once before. Some people meet twice. First as strangers. Then as something more.

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

What happens when Kang Hae-rim comes across a 24/7 convenience store and it's everyday night employee? Will their relationship be inconvenient or convenient? stay tuned to find out~

When in between the wedding chaos, family dramas and cousins teasing cupid finds its way to make people fall in love. Even though no one is still ready to admit.......But the spark was set. amidst the wedding chaos of Humayl's close family friend who is a mutual friend of his cousins, Everyone found their someone who could tame them dive in the story of cousins who find their home, their peace in a wedding they thought was nothing but a WEDDING. This story is full of humor and an environment that will make u feel homie and a part of them after reading their story u'll want to have them or nothing.(like your author🤣😖)

Ryder and Katie Jackson were once Adventure Bay's golden couple - the fearless rescuer and the girl who kept every heart (and paw) stitched together. Now, years later, they're learning that love doesn't stop being a rescue mission once the sirens fade. Between running the Lookout and raising two kids - Jacie, a stubborn, big-hearted girl who's basically Ryder in pink sneakers, and Ryker, the quiet dreamer with Katie's soft smile and gentle courage - life in the Jackson house is anything but calm. But when family secrets, growing pains, and new challenges test their bond, the Jacksons realize that saving the day doesn't always mean running into danger... sometimes it means showing up for each other. Told through diary entries, late-night confessions, and the unforgettable chaos of family life, The Jackson Family Diaries is a heartwarming and emotional journey about love, legacy, and what it really means to be a hero - even when no one's watching.

N E V E R knew a text message could change his life rather a F A L L A C I O U S one

Empty warehouses. Flickering lights. Endless silence. Beneath fluorescent lights and surrounded by silent industrial corridors, two security guards endure another lonely overnight shift at the guard shack. The night begins like any other beneath the cold stillness of the industrial world. But in places where few people walk and fewer still linger, something unsettling slowly reveals itself within the darkness. Sometimes the quiet is the most frightening thing of all. Sometimes the night watches back.

If only I was her, would it have been any easier to love me? If it means to love me easier, I think it wouldn't be so sad to watch your eyes see her in me. If nothing else, I would rather you love her in me. ***Weird of me but I love reading sad excerpts. So tried out something I would personally love to read. Put myself in povs I would definitely shy off in reality- oh the love of it all!!!

I was once asked by a female to describe to her what I would do to her if she was in my room