Longing Stories

The sky here looks lonely. No star twinkles back at me even on the murkiest nights. Where are you my Moon? Why don't I see you? Come, fill my world again with your glow. Come, shine down your brilliance on me once more. Say something. Talk to me. If not then at least look at me... Spare me a single glance... ...breathe life into me. ~~~~~~~~ Her jaded eyes brimmed with life when they fell upon his lone figure, looking back at her with the same intensity, eyes staring directly into her soul. She fervently wished he wasn't a figment of her vivid imagination. Because if he were, she wouldn't be able to trust herself anymore. Her breath hitched seeing him taking slow, deliberate steps in her direction, making her heart thump madly against her bosom. And soon a familiar name rolled down her tongue... "Eklavya..." ~~~~~~~~ Note: This is part two of EklavyaxAnamika Universe. It cannot be read as a standalone. To have a better understanding it is advised to read part one before. ~~~~~~~~ Swarna_Mriga. Anamika ©2025. Cover. All rights to its owner

Words for when living feels heavy. Meant to be felt, not solved.

This song is based on a story of a love that leaves an unforgettable mark. Zaina struggles with the memory of her Past Love, a presence that lingers even as she tries to move on - a heart that holds memories, even when trying to find someone new.

It's 1968, the classic team are in danger of losing their lives, first it was their jobs, and now their old medic has been found dead. A plan brews between them to get their old jobs back, the remainder of the team gathering together in a midnight cabaret to devise such a scheme. But nobody here in Tuefort is normal, nobody. Not even you and I. So come, let's forget our troubles. At The Tuefort Burlesque.

I chased everything and gained nothing, leaving only emptiness behind but when she came back, I knew I'd rewrite every mistake just to keep her.

Some people don't arrive loudly. They don't ask to be noticed. And yet, they become the kind of presence you don't know how to live without. Ariv Malhotra is effortless-warm, expressive, and always surrounded by people, like the world naturally bends toward him. Vedaant Kapoor is the opposite-quiet, observant, and more comfortable in thoughts than in conversations. They were never meant to be anything extraordinary. Just two lives crossing paths, sharing moments that didn't seem important at the time. But sometimes, the smallest moments leave the deepest marks. In between laughter, silence, and things left unsaid, something begins to exist-soft, unspoken, and impossible to name. Not everything that feels like forever is meant to last. But that doesn't make it any less real.

After a tragic accident steals her younger sister and leaves her drowning in guilt, Phoebe moves to California with nothing but a promise-to chase her dream of opening a bakery, no matter how impossible it seems. Struggling to make ends meet, she takes a babysitting job for Dean Walker, a powerful CEO and widowed father who has long buried his grief beneath work and responsibility. His daughter, Lilly, once raised in warmth and love, is now left clinging to fading memories of her mother, doing her best to comfort a father who no longer knows how to heal. But from the moment Phoebe enters their lives, something begins to shift. With her gentle nature and quiet strength, she brings light back into a home that had grown too silent. What starts as a simple job soon becomes something deeper-filled with unspoken emotions, lingering glances, and a fragile connection neither of them expected. Because sometimes, healing doesn't come in grand moments... but in the soft presence of someone who chooses to stay... ₊˚⊹♡

Dhruv Rathore✨ The CEO of Rathore Group of Industries Known as the most arrogant, cold, and ruthless man in the business world, Dhruv Rathore is someone who has never shared his feelings or pain with anyone. He keeps everything buried deep within himself, building an unbreakable wall around his heart. His past has made him lose all faith in love and relationships, leaving that space in his heart empty... yet somewhere deep inside, he silently longs for it. Will his life change after Ishika enters his world... or will he push her away like everything else? .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. Ishika Verman ✨ An Engineering Graduate An extrovert, loving, and charming soul, Ishika is everything Dhruv is not. She brings light wherever she goes, touching lives with her warmth and kindness. But behind her bright smile lies a hidden pain - the loss of her parents in an accident, which left her heart yearning for love and belonging. Two completely different souls... yet connected by the same emptiness. Will they become each other's healing... or just another chapter of pain in each other's lives?

"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas with voices of elegance sailers, you please the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield listening to your euphony my heart bleeds. Such is the carnage in your melody that even in death I shall whisper your lullaby..." "My beads of thought were scattered so I made a bouquet of rhymes smell the flowers and allow me to tell you tales older than time" -----Silver_Driftwood This book is the shore of my sea of drifting emotions and ideas and on its sand shining like silver strewn across my thoughts shall land. ***

Set during the First World War, the story intends to explore the different perspectives of two individuals through a series of letters. Some meant to be read, some not. This version shows a quiet life, marked by the memory of someone he could never forget. His letters remained unsent, his love folded away with the parts of himself the world was never meant to see. Another version, written in collaboration with @snxww_flxkes - a life cut short by war, with love and hope tucked away in his pocket. He died holding onto words meant for someone who would never know the truth.

Hana thought she knew how to play the game. After getting kicked out of every school in the city, the quiet mountain town of Villaluz was supposed to be her final destination. But the rules here are different. When she enters a high-stakes rivalry with Jaden-the town's golden boy with a dark streak-she thinks she's just fighting for status. She doesn't realise she's being groomed. From uncooked meat to dancing with the devil, Jaden is pulling her deeper into a world of primal rituals and ancient shadows. Their "disease" isn't a medical mystery-it's a hunger. In Villaluz, the party doesn't end until the sacrifice is made. And this year, Hana is the guest of honour. Hana felt her pulse thrum in her chest as Jaden stepped closer, the dim light of the room casting shadows across his sharp features. His eyes locked onto hers, piercing, unrelenting, as if he were looking straight into her thoughts. "Look into my eyes, darling," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, brushing over her like a velvet threat. "You, Hana... are worth every single thing. Even if it means taking another's life." She swallowed, forcing her hands to remain steady, refusing to let the tremor in her chest betray her. His gaze sharpened, searching hers, testing. "I'm not very patient. Will you let me?" Hana's lips pressed into a thin line. Her mind screamed caution, yet a flicker of curiosity dared her to meet his challenge. She wouldn't let him see her fear-not fully. She wouldn't give him that. But with an invitation to the most dangerous party of the year and a coded warning from a missing friend, Hana barely realises that she is running out of time. Love is a trap. The village is a cage. #a story by P.L.ADMIRAL

These are all the unsaid things I wish I had said. They hold the unsent letters, the longing of heart and the burden of bottled-up feelings. So when you want to feel a little less lonely, read these- to know that you are not alone, there are people like us who suffer everyday from the weight of unsaid things.

She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding- one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story- to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along.

A quiet collection about the things that never fully leave us.

Hey guys, this is my first published book, it's not very good because I'm not really good at writing poems or whatever you'd call them. I know most of these have a similar feel and I apologise for that most of these were written on nights when I was missing my ex like crazy so most are about him and I'll try to order these as best as I can. It's probably slightly confusing reading these because all of these are about four different boys in total. "I miss his eyes" isn't about anyone to do with me, it was a commissioned work on TikTok Please give me feedback on these🩷🩷 The ones about my ex were written MONTHS before I got with my new boyfriend by the way I promise right now that I could not give a goats yodel about him now I just felt that these were actually kind of good. And also with the very last one I know limited people will understand the way I feel and but I'm trying my best and I'd never cheat I'm not like that but it's just too much. Please ask for permission if you want to distribute these as they are all my original work. Thanks, Iz.

Love, hate, longing, loss moments that burn.

You see, when teenagers do stuff? It's 10x a nightmare. Take a look or ask 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. That's exactly what Nica has to go through. Mornings always begin with seagulls in Vista Grande. For Nica Collins, it's always another routine day, the same silence that fills her small apartment. Even outside. She clings to her to the life she had always fitted in, finding comfort in the familiar, the ordered, the quiet. But when her anxiety claws its way back amid the noise of the world, an unexpected voice breaks through the ring... ... and maybe, so does something "𝘯𝘦𝘸". But is she saved or worse?

(WIP) Poems from all different stages of my life, regarding primarily romance, albeit not towards the same individual all the way through. Enjoy! Versek az életem mindenféle különböző szakaszából, főleg a szerelem témájában, de nem feltétlenül ugyanarról a személyről szól végig. Jó szórakozást! DISCLAIMER: Suicide and self-harm mentions. FIGYELMEZTETÉS: Önygilkosság és önkárosítás említések.

She has spent sixteen years learning how to disappear. To stand where no one looks. To speak only when spoken to. To live a life that belongs to no one. But some nights, beneath a large tree at the edge of the village, Razia allows herself something dangerous.. the feeling of being seen. the illusion of being chosen. the illusion of getting love. the fragile, impossible shape of a life that could have been hers. And when that illusion breaks... what remains?

what is love ? What is heart break ? What is sacrifice? what is regret? what is duty ? people will give various answers to these questions but to Lan Wangji the answer to all is Wei Ying. The man Lan Wangji loved . The man whose heart he broke . Wei ying who he sacrificed by stabbing his Bichen in his lover heart. The person whose death is his regret yet also duty towards the world . "It's for best ! You gave him a quick and less painful death, Hanguang-Jun. " Yanli voice says looking pained " Wei Wuxian should never practice demonic cultivation.Rest in peace brother. May your next be kind to you " Jiang Cheng says looking down at the cliff. It's for best Wangji. You saved the Wen remains in exchange for Wei Wuxian life as Jin Guangshan asked. it's a worthy sacrifice Wangji ." Lan Xichen exclaimed looking at his horror stuck brother and his bichen covered in Wei Wuxian blood . "Wei ying ! Are you there ? I am sorry ...... please come back . it's been 700 years since your death. please tell me or give me a message that I didn't destroy your soul that day. please Wei ying come back, if not for anything ...atleast to punish me or to ha..hate me" Wangji cried as he did everyday in these 700 years. As if the pain and heart break of killing Wei Wuxian was not enough, Fate and destiny punished Lan Wangji more cruelly by granting him immortality when all he wish for is death. It's been 700 years, world changed and Cultivation is long forgotten and every cultivator got their happy ending except lan Wangji Will Lan Wangji ever get his happy ending.