Lonely Stories

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

Vaidehi Raghuwanshi, 22. Soft. Kind. Quietly beautiful-never trying to fit into the world's idea of "perfect." She doesn't hate herself. But everyone around her makes her feel like she should. A father who barely speaks. Four brothers-each one distant in their own way. A sister too busy. A family that never includes her. No harsh words. No clear reason. Just... silence. Distance. Absence. So she learns to smile alone. To expect nothing. To exist without being seen. But beneath that gentle smile lies something no one knows- a storm she hides, a pain she never speaks of. She calls it nothing. But it's slowly breaking her. And still... she waits. For someone-anyone- to finally see her. How long can a heart stay soft... in a world that never chose it?

"I built an empire from nothing so you would never have to bow your head, Naina." "But inside this empire, Kabir... I am dead." Kabir Rajvansh won the war against poverty, becoming India's most ruthless tech CEO. He gave his wife, Naina, a life of absolute luxury-the very queen of his golden kingdom. But somewhere along the way, while chasing numbers and transaction margins, he became a stranger. When the wealth becomes a cold, suffocating prison, Naina demands the one thing his millions can't buy: her freedom. A devastatingly slow-burn, heart-wrenching Desi love story about an enemy turned lover, turned complete stranger.

"If Love Between You and Me Can't Last Forever, then sorry, I'll leave." Jungkook had given Taehyung his every "today" and "tomorrow," only to be cast aside like a crumpled piece of paper. For ten years, holding on to their fading love, Jungkook waited. But again, love, ignored for too long, withers. Jungkook made his choice. Picking up his coat, he walked away-not for a week, a month, or a year, but for a lifetime...Only after Jungkook's final goodbye did Taehyung realize that Jungkook was his world, and a world without him was no world at all, he was his oxygen and water.

The Pride Lands, a land known for its peace, harmony, and determination to uphold the teachings and practices of the Circle of Life. However, in order to protect and maintain such peace, someone must carry the burden of the Pride Lands' dirty work...

To be in the moment with the people he loves. That's what Djimmy wanted to do all summer. But what he encounters is more exciting than what he expected. And what was stolen is more precious than all the toys and treats that was taken from him in his kindered years. 'I remember it was after school on a Friday afternoon when we'd rush to our flats and get changed. Then at two thirty p.m. everybody's at my cousin's flat waiting for the show on Crazy World Live to start. It's a good vibe, being close to the people you love. My heart keeps vibrating as I ruminate on the topic. Part of me wishes that this moment will never end.' > Dec 2022

[Volume V Late June 2026 - In progress] Welcome to Volume V, it is not necessary to read any of the previous volumes or letters since each letter is a stand alone work. Feel free to start reading from the latest day, or pick your favorite Princess from the chapter names and start there. The content within are not written sequentially. Thank you! No one wants to feel lonely, and sometimes all you need is someone to talk to. Sadly sometimes people don't have anyone, so I am writing these letters for those that need someone. This way you at least have a friend thinking about you and talking to you. Sometimes we take for granted our ability to lead a normal life. However for some, like the young royals of the world, they don't have the luxury of leading a normal life. Perhaps it's difficult for them to make friends? Perhaps they don't have anyone to talk to? Who knows? We are a family, and family takes care of each other. And although these letters are addressed to them, they are equally for everyone. These letters are as much for you as they are for them. Thanks everyone, enjoy! Saint Anthony Guide

Amara got the voicemail at 2:30AM. He didn't come home. Now she's learning that healing isn't something that happens to you. It's something you do. One shift. One bus ride. One empty coffee cup at a time. Healing is a verb. Even when it hurts.

Poems of pain, turbulence and sorrow like shattered glass on the floor. (still in the process)

Short fiction for sleepless nights and wandering minds. Each story is 500-1000 words-born from prompts, restlessness, or thoughts I couldn't leave unwritten. Soft, strange, a little sad or a little sweet-these stories blend magical realism, quiet sci-fi, and wistful drama. If you like tales that whisper more than shout, that feel like a breeze through an open window, this space is for you. Read one before bed, in a waiting room, or whenever you just need to feel something. Unwind here. Drift elsewhere for a while.

They are dead. She's out there, trying to survive alone, trying to know the truth, trying hard to fix everything she lost. She doesn't want to believe they are dead. But that's the truth. They are gone. They aren't coming back.

To be a Prince of Hanrian is to belong not to oneself, but to the crown. Bell Angelos was raised within the grip of absolute power, suffocating under the weight of forced brilliance. On his sixteenth birthday, he takes a leap into the unknown, choosing the path of a free soul. However, the world beyond the palace walls proves far more unforgiving. Bell must now discover if one can truly cast off the shackles of the past-or if 'freedom' is merely a poetic name for a new kind of cage.

Why is it only me? Why can't I be special too? Why am I different? My father a strong, werewolf leader of his pack, feared and loved by many. My mother has powers beyond imagination, smart and brave. Twin brothers one taking after my father the other after my mother both well acomplished in their own ways. Me? I'm as ordinary as they come. I ran away from my family. I couldn't handle being the only human. My Grandpa insisted I should be glad to be a human because trouble follows those with abilities like my parents and brothers but somehow trouble followed me anyway. Lowell Rolf an abandoned pup, an uncontrolled beast, a lonely man and someone who desperatly needs help. This is a sequal to Midnight Rose but can be read as a stand alone.

Chester downloaded a link off a random forum, desperate to make a friend due to years of isolation and bullying from his classmates. "Do you trust me?" Chester typed. "Maybe." Dominic replied. After that, Chester made a petty attempt to not text back. It didn't make sense for Dom to want his trust and somehow not return it. Days passed with them not talking to each other. Chester encounters a boy in the park who sends shivers down his spine, breaking a valuable item of the boys. His guilt leads to him signing a contract that keeps him close to him. A debt that'll be paid within a year according to Vidal. A normal office job is what the man offered. But, he finds in himself in something much deeper. Updates- I will try to update a chapter every Saturday :)

Poems I've written as a hobby. I enjoy writing poems it's something I didn't expect to enjoy so much, I've been practicing for a while now, and now confident in posting it. Pls enjoy Will try update every 3-4 days More than welcome to give topics to write about.

#2 in Fragments and Flames series When buried truths begin to surface, nothing remains untouched. What was once hidden behind fractured memories and broken trust starts to unravel piece by piece. The foundation built on silence begins to collapse, and with it, every belief that once felt real. But truth does not arrive gently...it arrives like destruction. _______________ Start- 07/09/2026🍁 End

some one shots

Kimiko Kokoro never planned on stepping into the spotlight. Living quietly with her aunt Harumi after her father's dangerous past tore their family apart, Kimiko found comfort in music - but only behind the safety of her bedroom door and her small online channel. That changes on a rainy afternoon when she stumbles into Harumi's surprise birthday celebration... hosted by none other than the members of Protostar, LEGIT, and JAXX/JAXX. What begins as an awkward encounter with a room full of eccentric idols quickly spirals into an unexpected opportunity: an invitation to join their world. Thrust into the whirlwind of rehearsals, performances, and public attention, Kimiko must learn to navigate the glittering yet demanding idol industry. Along the way, she'll confront the shadows of her past - the fear, mistrust, and scars left by her father's mistakes - and discover that music can be more than just a hobby. It can be a way to heal, to connect, and to stand on her own terms. But the stage is unforgiving, and the spotlight reveals everything. To truly shine, Kimiko will have to find her voice - not just as a singer, but as herself.

My adolescence poetry collection

One cold night ... in some alleyway, the air thick with the smell of damp and rubbish scattered around his frail body His frail body had still not recovered from the previous night's beating, the slaps and kicks he had received from his stepfather, before he was thrown out onto the street. ... The English Version Of my "لا تبكي يا صغيري " Book Hope you Enjoy it. The update schadule would be twice per week hope it catch support as much as the Arabic version did