Sadgirl Stories

"He was never supposed to become her favorite mistake. Kieran Vale was the kind of person people warned you about ___ quiet, unreadable and dangerously calm. And Elara Quinn knew better than to get close to someone like him. But some people don't enter your life softly...They consume it. What starts as tension slowly turns into obsession ___ late night drives, unfinished conversations, jealous touches and the kind of connection neither of them can walk away from without falling apart. They were never official. Never stable. Never healthy. Yet every time they tried to leave, they find themselves right back in each others arms___ Angrier , needier, worse than before. Because the most dangerous thing about Kieran Vale wasn't the way he looked at her. It was the way he made her feel wanted when she hated herself the most. And the worst part? Elara knew this story wouldn't end softly. She stayed anyway.

Thea Nightingale and Rory Clark were playing a dangerous game when the two lonesome souls were only waiting for the other to run away. They knew it was bound to happened since they were, after all, doomed from the very beginning when he had offered her a life she didn't know she wanted. When he had wanted more from her than she was willing to give. All there was left to do was wait and see who was the winner and the loser. The loser being the one that got away. The winner being the one who stayed. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @LONELYCSTARR ****could be read as a stand-alone****

A collection of poems stitched with pain, silence, and survival. These are the words I never said to the one who left. The ones that stayed with me longer than he did. If you've ever loved deeply and lost quietly, this is for you. Some poems bleed. Some heal. All are honest. - And maybe, just maybe, heartbreak can be beautiful too. It's a collection of poems it isn't a linked story its my story but in a poetic way everyday i feel something different about different people so i write about them

──── 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗪 ✸ IN WHICH . . . a grumpy girl tired of living meets a sunshine boy who's life is just beginning. ﹙ martin edwards park x fem!oc ﹚ ﹙ grumpy x sunshine au ﹚ ongoing. | 2026

My friends call me Cerri. Only Tristan refers to me as Dwen. He knows what goes on at home, he helps me cope. He always has. Washes away my wounds and keeps me alive. And maybe.....I've fallen for him too. It was just me and him, the way it's always been. But then this guy Ash came all of a sudden and for some reason tries to change the system. Tristan is calm, he thinks ahead and gave me reasons why I should remain silent 🦋. But Ash? No, he's different. He's hot headed and straight forward. Just when I thought things couldn't be more miserable, it actually got worse. I got lost and confused Should I follow Tristan and hide my RuNeS or should I RUN. I am Cerridwen. And this is my Poetry

Sylvie Bennett spent most of her life surviving quietly. At seventeen, her mornings begin at 4 a.m., her hoodie hides more than just scars, and St. Verena Academy feels more like a battlefield than a school. Especially when Iris Avery is waiting for her. Once childhood friends, now tied together by ruined families and years of hatred, Iris makes sure Sylvie never forgets the past. Then Luca Wang arrives. A reckless new student with sea-green streaks in his hair, sleepless eyes, and a habit of noticing the things people try hardest to hide. And after one wrong step into the road, Sylvie's life slowly begins colliding with his. Because at St. Verena Academy, silence hurts more than bruises... and broken people don't fall gracefully.

Two women meet in a rain-soaked alley after midnight. One is unraveling quietly beneath office lights and nicotine. The other looks like she was born from the city's worst intentions. A sapphic psychological romance about smoke, hunger, power, and the people who feel too much.

HELL IS A TEENAGE GIRL i think every girl knows the feeling: opening the note app on her phone and reading old paraghraphs she has written when she was sad. Even though it is painful, she finds some kind of catharsis or relief. This poetry collection aims to give you the same feeling in a sophisticated way and may help you find the beauty in sadness. -- To be young & in love -- Lana del Rey

Living in a haze of sensory overload and recurring nightmares, Inara has accepted the static in her brain as her new normal. But when her best friend arrives in NYC with his classmate Cyrus, everything changes. Cyrus is structured, calculated, and steady. One word from him and Inara's chaotic world suddenly snaps into focus. He's the only thing that makes the noise stop-but in a city this hollow, silence always comes with a price.

Wamboi didn't think she would ever love again, not ever. Not that she had been badly heartbroken or anything, to her, love was just an illusion. No one would ever love her, not when she was dying, not when she had terminal cancer. And so, Wamboi chose to wither into being a lonely quiet girl, devoting her remaining time and energy to God, while silently wondering why He had chosen this path for her. Jerry, the 28 year old doctor would come to prove Wamboi wrong, and better yet, he would awaken that part of her she never thought would resurrect. For 22 years, Wamboi lived in a dark sombre world, where love didn't exist, where happiness was only in fairy tales, it was only when Wamboi's time in this world was almost over that she finally met Jerry, and there blossomed love, though shortlived, this love was all that Wamboi needed to finally smile again. This riveting story is an account of how Wamboi journed through hell, but finally managed to enter the sweet gates of heaven.

[CLICHÉ WATTPAD STORY] 《the whole thing is a joke! I'm bored》 I'm Kylie, 17 and popular, also very rich, i have long blond hair and blue orbs, I have huge boobs and a big fat arse. I'm really tan, only wear eye liner, mascara and red lipstick, I also like to wear black skinny jeans and black t shirts with a leather jacket because I'm not like others girls. I listen to emo music like Dixie Damelio and Addison Rae. .

Znáte ten pocit kdy se všechno sere ? Já ano , už od malička mi všichni říkali že za vše můžu já už od malička jsem se jen trápila , ale naštěstí vše se skončilo dřív než mělo .

When Katya Ryan starts a fresh at Tommen after moving from Derry to Cork, her world is flipped by the boy who makes a a wrong throw. How her quiet and shy nature would intrigue Rory Kavanagh to seek out this mystery girl, when he finds himself saving her in more than one way.

"Aku tidak pernah membenci orang yang menusuk hatiku dengan pisau tajamnya. Namun, aku membenci diriku sendiri yang secara sadar telah menuntunnya untuk menusuk lebih dalam lagi tanpa berpikir bahwa tubuhku tidak kuat menahan perihnya." ~Shafira Angkara. "Kufikir mawar akan selalu indah selamanya, ternyata ada saja hama yang datang merusaknya."~ Author Vii;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Start: 10 April 2023 End: -

There's nothing to describe just read you'll learn

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For all of the girls and ladies out there who may be struggling, feeling hopeless, like giving up, and have no where to turn to just remember you are never alone. Inspired by the @stronggirlsclub, we talk about topics such as depression, self harm, bullying, suicidal thoughts, sexual, emotional, and physical abuse, toxic relationships and friends, trouble within school, trouble with family, self-acceptance, self-love, and this journey we all refer to as of life. We welcome all girls and ladies alike to the Belle Dames Club 🦢🤍 We hope and pray that you find the strength and support you need here 💫

Roses are pink, pointe shoes bruise, and even the prettiest girls cry backstage. Pink has always been her world. From her fluffy pillows to her My Melody phone case, Amelienne de Rose believed life could be soft and sparkly, like ballet slippers kissed by ribbons and stardust. Her dream? To dance at St. Katerina's-Russia's most elite arts school-where legends are born and pink pointe shoes become sacred relics. And she made it. Fresh shoes, flawless outfits, a heart full of glittery hope. But no one warned her that even a rose can wilt in a cold palace. No one warned her that he-the boy with the violin, the messy blond hair, and the eyes that should've looked at her-would only ever look at her best friend. No one warned her what it felt like to be perfect... and still not be chosen. As friendships blur, rivalries deepen, and her final performance approaches, Amelienne will give it everything-her body, her grace, her soul-to finally be seen. But the stage is a cruel place. And the spotlight never stays pink for long. 🩰 Blood on satin. 🕯 A chandelier. 🌹 A pink rose in her parents' arms. And the truth in a whisper: "I was the other woman."

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