Sadboy Stories

Antonella Valerie solo quería sobrevivir. A sus 18 años, perdió a sus padres, su rumbo y casi a sí misma. Su vida cambió cuando comenzó a bailar en un club, donde nadie veía más allá de las luces... excepto él. Junior, en medio de su propia oscuridad, la notó por lo único que ella no sabía esconder: lo que su alma transmitía. Ninguno buscaba amor, pero el destino decidió cruzarlos justo cuando ambos estaban rotos... y a veces, dos heridas juntas pueden empezar a sanar.

They say that paper is more patient than people. ​It doesn't flinch when you pour your darkest truths onto it. It doesn't judge the way your handwriting shakes when you write a name you aren't supposed to love. It just sits there-white, silent, and willing to carry the weight of a heart that is too heavy to beat on its own. ​For Jimin, these letters were his sanctuary. A place where a poor boy could be a prince, and where his silent devotion didn't feel like a crime. He thought that by locking his heart in a drawer, he was keeping it safe. ​He didn't realize that a secret is only a sanctuary until someone else finds the key. ​Now, the ink is bleeding. The words that used to be his comfort have become his cage. Because in a world of silver spoons and cold hearts, love isn't a gift-it's a debt. And some debts are paid in bruises, in silence, and in the slow, agonizing surrender of a soul that no longer belongs to itself. ​Not all love leaves warmth... sometimes, it only leaves a mark." 💔Trigger warnings: Emotional manipulation, mental health struggles, trauma, and morally grey characters. Read with your own risk. ✨ Slow-burn. Dark romance and one boy trying to find his worth between the hugs and the kisses. A jikook ff ⚠️ this story line is full of toxicity and explicit things so if you are sensitive to this kind of stuff then avoid.

when choi yeonjun, who's desperately clutching onto his childlike wonder but is forced to grow up too fast, falls for choi beomgyu, a carefree spirit incredibly infatuated with the childhood he couldn't have. - a yeongyu fanfic.

Sara was just trying to get home on a cold December evening. She wasn't supposed to stop. She wasn't supposed to care. And she definitely wasn't supposed to meet him. Noah had everything - looks, money, a perfect life from the outside. Except... He felt nothing. No dreams. No fear. No reason to stay. Until one stubborn, warm-hearted girl refused to walk away. What starts as a single moment on a snowy bridge slowly turns into something neither of them expected - a fragile connection that begins to thaw the ice around Noah's heart... and shake Sara's world in ways she never saw coming. But some winters don't melt easily. And some boys hide storms deeper than snow. Will her warmth be enough... or will his winter consume them both?

Where chaos meets disorder.

"I don't want you to fall in love with me" "Shut the fuck. You know that people can't control how they are feeling." "Just try please, don't do that to yourself" I pray your life is sweet you fucker. But I won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker. Authors Note: I am writing this just to take this from mind. This are storys that I made up in my mind and didn't know how to tell them. I appreciate every reader. Have fun reading♡

the cliché, the rich, popular girl befriends the shy, unpopular boy. (calum fic)

He llorado sin derramar una lágrima. He gritado en completo silencio. He muerto estando vivo. He sonreído a los que desean verme mal... y a los demás también. ¿Alguna vez lo has pasado tan mal que ni siquiera podías llorar? ¿Qué ya no te quedaban más lágrimas? La vida de Alessandro de Luca no lo había tratado bien. ¿Cómo reaccionará cuando se encuentre a una chica que le desdibujará todos los planes?

Mengapa banyak author cerita yang kerap menjadikan seorang lelaki tampan bak pangeran Persia sebagai karakter utama? Kurang ajar betul! Pria yang wajah nya pas pasan tentu meringis membacanya. Kelompok pria bertampang pas-pasan ini (pas-pasan maksudnya lebih mirip manusia daripada monyet) biasanya bujang lapuk, jomblo karatan, atau anak kos yang kere. Mereka juga terkadang memiliki tinggi badan yang mengharukan. Sehingga banyak bidang profesi yang terang terangan mendiskriminasi mereka. Dalam sebuah cerita fiksi pun mereka biasanya nongol sebagai karakter figuran. Sungguh dunia kejam sekali! Tapi entah mengapa, tak ada angin atapun badai, Tony, salah satu pria pas-pasan itu tampil ke panggung utama sebagai karakter utama. Ia hadir untuk memperjuangkan hak asasi pria pas-pasan. Sungguh terharu aku melihat perjuangan yang sangat mulia itu. Ku harap engkau berhasil kawan.

ini kisah tentang sebagian hidup saya tentang anak yang kurang kasih sayang orang tua dan percintaan. @naupalzibransyah

The first few chapters are rhymes showing flashbacks of Jace's life. After these, it will be a regular story. I wrote this a while ago. It's angsty. Be warned. Will update when I can!

Michael Clifford was a sad boy. Even though if you walk pass him at school he will have this huge grin on his face with some of his many friends. But when I looked in his eyes, I could tell that he was sad. Depressed. Broken. How was the rest of the school so damn oblivious to his sadness? Everyone saw him as a popular, hot, rich kid. One with a happy life, family, mind, happy anything! I saw his sadness, but I never confronted him about it. Way too shy and awkward for that. So when Michael tries to commit suicide and is put into the same therapy group as me and was seated next to me, I kinda freaked, because my mind overthought everything. What if he laughs at me? What if he thinks I'm ugly? I was comfortable with everyone in this room but a new person hasn't been here for months! What if he tells the school bad things about me? I remember having to leave the room, coming back 15 minutes later and ignoring the sympathetic looks people were giving me. I remember Michael not giving me that look. I remember Michael giving me an understanding look. Him being seated next to me lead to us having assignments together. Which lead us to knowing more about each other. Which lead us to being, wait for it, friends. People were shocked, to say the least, about Michael and I being friends. Because who knew that Kaia Jones, the sad girl who overthinks and is known to have anxiety attacks on a regular basis, who hasn't let herself have a friend in three years, would be sitting at the same table, laughing with the most popular freak in school. I sure didn't.

A short poetry collection featuring personal essays from 2019 - 2020

Tate Belyards ; a guy with a mind filled with heavy thoughts and memories. Delilah Farewards ; a girl looking for a way to blend with the crowd but got mixed up with wrong people. What will happen when these two polar opposites meet? Will Delilah get Tate to say the things he's been dying to say or will it just end up a tragedy? Read to find out! (Thank you for clicking this story! If you liked the summary, please don't be afraid to press the little read button at the top!)

The Warrior Lost In Darkness is a poem about a warrior who fights agest monsters in the darkness while battling loneliness. The warrior has been fighting this darkness for so long that sometimes they're not sure what they are fighting for anymore.

She's an angel. My only angel. // sexual abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and smut all included within ,, please read carefully //

"All because I wasn't her". The story of a girl confessing all her darkest thoughts and feelings inside a small journal. And a boy who has to live with the fact that she's not longer there. ( Legit suck ass when it comes to these thingys. But hey, let's see where this thing goes, shall we?) :)) *please vote 💋

Atlas Demos A broken cry baby who wears his golden heart on his sleeve for all to see. Born to late for his time, tries to find love in a world were everyone seems repetitive and monotonous and no one sparks his flame. ______________________________________________________ The story follows 17 year old Atlas who has the personality of old paris painters and talks like the swift ink of writers. The boy is invisible to everyone who doesn't look with the right eyes. Now that he's in the prime of his life he feels more lost in anemoia and smaller than ever, he wonders if he'll ever find someone that connects and dreams and cries in the same language he does. [Age recommendation: 14+]

No quiero irme sin ti, Victoria. Se supone que sería sencillo, pero me enamoré. Amor es una locura perderte, sé que es tuyo mi corazón. Victoria, sabíamos que este viaje llegaría, y que nuestros cuerpos se alejarían. Pero tú elegirás si esta despedida es un adiós o solo un hasta luego. Todo quedará en el ayer, después de esta última hermosa tarde junto a ti. Tal Vez, no fue suficiente tiempo para conocernos completamente, pero quiero que viajes conmigo...

sentences/dialogues that describe me TW: reference to suicide, mental illness sorry for the bad English, it is not my native language. please report me every mistake you find thank you for read this book