Selflove Stories

*Sequel to Diary of the Damned After Nevermore's previous year, a bittersweet ending for all, Wednesday Addams returns to the school despite her family's expectations. There, a stalker and a murder of crows starts yet another mystery. Not only that, but Wednesday learns of a way to bring back the dead....

It Is a one-night stand for a 24 years old college girl, Annabelle. With no strings attached. When she sees her baby father on the cover page of a magazine tagged as a billionaire and a Casanova, her mother is set on using him to change their poor status. Aidan is a 26 years old billionaire with a high sexual urge, ever since the night with Anna. He is less interested in keeping a woman and having a baby is totally out of it. When confronted with the news of Anna's pregnancy, he denies it until her mother threatens to tarnish his image. Will Aidan agree to the marriage? Will Anna keep the pregnancy even after the rejection? Will she be able to take his insults and the fact that he finds her unwanted?

Book Descriptions are So Irritating. If you want to read a book, just read it. Why do you want to know the description? -That's Kai, and this is his story. Excuse me, whoever is writing a shit of my life, get your head checked. What's there to even write about my life? -A book unlike any other, focusing on Kai's monologues of life and his journey to find his purpose in life. Excuse me, what!!!, That makes me seem I am depressed, I am fucking not!!! -Join him on his journey of badminton and contemplate thoughts about life. It's not that deep, dude, stop!!! -Junior school last year arc is undergoing.

Manav always thought crossdressing was just a quiet hobby - a secret part of himself he'd explore when no one was watching. A little makeup. A pretty dress. A moment of peace. But everything changes when he moves to Bangalore for higher studies. In a city full of strangers, colors, and freedom, Manav begins to realize that the world is bigger - and kinder - than he ever imagined. There are people who see him, truly see him, and love him not despite who he is... but because of it. Maybe it isn't just a hobby anymore. Maybe it's who he's always been. Or should I say... who she's always been? 💖

'They were my Canvas, painted with my last brightest colors mixed on my favorite palette in exchange for daunted and monochromatic figures.' Olivia Mellan Cruz has been an aspiring artist ever since she was little. It's always been her dream to be more active in her creative part of herself, as she aims to be an inspiring Animator and Storyboard artist in an Animation Studio, It's a rough path to take for her when the environment she grew up in sticks to an obsolete traditional standard of career. She's on the verge of questioning her wants and beliefs in herself on their disapproval, will she continue to pursue what she's passionate about? Or pursue what her loved ones want and let them mold her into what they want her to be? ---- UNDER REVISION Book 1 of the Aspiring Minds Series Book Sequel: Painted Me (Publishing Date TBA)

"Sa mundong puno ng ingay, may isang kaluluwang natutong maglakad nang tahimik, dala ang bigat ng nakaraan at takot sa kinabukasan. Ang katawan niya ay pagod, ang puso sugatan, at ang bawat araw ay pakikipaglaban sa lungkot na matagal nang nakatira sa loob niya. Pero kahit nababalot ng dilim, natutunan niyang tumayo. Minsan mabagal, minsan masakit ngunit hindi siya tumigil. Natuklasan niyang ang buhay ay minsan lang ibinibigay... at kahit nakakatakot, kailangan niyang alagaan ang sariling sinubok ng panahon. Sa bawat patak ng ulan, sa bawat gabing may luha, unti-unti niyang natagpuan ang lakas na hindi niya alam na meron siya. At sa dulo, sa pinakamatinding pagod, may liwanag na naghihintay... kahit gaano kaliit. Ito ang kwento ng isang taong pilit lumalaban, nagmamahal muli, naghahanap ng pag-asa, at natututong yakapin ang sarili kahit hindi pa lubusang nakakalaya sa lungkot."

This piece reflects the way I love and the way love moves through me. I've always known that my love is unique intense, intuitive, and rooted in the kind of care I've always wished to receive. I love with intention, with emotional intelligence, and with a deep sensitivity that makes every act of affection feel deliberate and meaningful. Writing this helped me understand that my love isn't passive; it's something alive that I nurture and pour into. It also made me acknowledge how easily I give, how naturally I light someone else's flame with my own, and how hard it is for me to stop once I start. This poem is an honest reflection of the softness and the strength in my heart the skepticism I carry, the vulnerability I open myself to, and the way I love in a flow state rather than holding myself back. It's a reminder to myself that love isn't just about giving; it's also about allowing space for someone to love me in return. This is how I love, fully and unapologetically.

Glass Wings isn't just a book. It's a quiet corner I built for you, a place for the voices that rose from my heart. This is a space where hearts with thin, fragile wings can rest without fearing they will break again. I wrote these pages while learning to breathe with my own glass wings, learning to forgive myself, to stand again without trembling, and to make peace with everything I carried. I'm learning to hold those memories gently and to trust that even glass wings can rise when they are carried with care. Maybe you're learning that too. I don't have a perfect map for healing. But I can offer you a warm voice, an honest companion, and a reminder that fragile doesn't mean hopeless, it simply means precious. And if somewhere in these pages your own glass wings remember how to lift again, I'll be grateful. With love, Zhafira Khansa Rachmadanti ♥️✨

She went on twenty dates in thirty days to find love... and accidentally found herself.💋 20 men. 30 days. One wildly chaotic dating experiment. Chloe thought she was just collecting stories and free sushi. But from sugar daddies to sketchy millionaires, nudists to ex-cons, every lipstick-smudged diary entry brings her closer to her real true love: herself.💄 💰Rich men. 🚩Red flags. 💡Real growth. "Chloe's Crush Confessions" is a sultry, laugh-out-loud dating diary for every woman who's ever said, "I can fix him." Spoiler: she couldn't-but she fixed herself.

I traded my dream career for a boy who traded me for someone else in two weeks. I lost my privacy, my grades, and my mind. But I didn't lose my family. And I certainly didn't lose my fight. Join Daisy as she picks up the pieces of a life interrupted and proves that the best revenge isn't jealousy-it's massive success.

A best-selling author, silenced for a year, finds herself haunted each night by the shadows of her past. Her talent, her gift for weaving beautiful imagery, lies trapped between memory and pain. One suffocating evening, unable to bear the weight any longer, she leaves her house and wanders down an empty street. Rain drenches her completely, the wind cutting against her face-cold, sharp, relentless. That is when she stumbles upon The Book Store. Inside, she discovers letters written by a writer to Haaya Khan-his first and last love. Through those letters, and within the quiet corners of the store, she encounters Elyaan Sayyed, a former friend of hers. Together, they step into a mysterious story that binds past and present, love and loss.

𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅. 𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗍... 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇?

This is a collection of side stories that didn't make it into the main book, MHA: Mizumi's Story. If you haven't read that one, I recommend you check it out before you read any of these. New chapters every Friday

You'll find poems here I have been writing these poems for over 3 years now I will post the ones I think are decent I really think it'll be relatable for many.

Always choose self-respect over unsure happiness.

Love is everywhere, but true love is treasure.

I was literally stunned to utter any single word. He hold me tight against the wall making me absolutely difficult to move single muscle . His hands were moving towards my back tracing my skin softly yet sensually . "What are you doing, Aaryan ? " I mutterd slowly and my breath turned heavier by each passing second . Aaryan moved his face towards me. By connecting our heads , he started move his towards the hooks of my blouse . I gasped when he opened the first hook . " I think , it's time we should continue what we left 2 years ago " He said and his eyes filled with unknown desire . "Aryan , I think We should sleep now . It already late . We have work tomorrow ." I said . The small chukled escaped through his lips and he replied .. " Oh ......we are acting innocent here now . Did you forget our dreamy night ? Huhh ? " He said in pure sarcasm . Suddenly he looses hand on my back and hold my shoulder in painful grip . His expression turned pure hatred .... " Remember one thing Aakriti , Last time you were begging for this . You were begging infront of me to hold you , to love you . You were crying like maniac to not leave you ..........You are nothing but the most pathetic women in the world ...You are just too selfish and cruel .. you are going to get every of your sins back ..Remember that " He said in pure rage and pushed me . I sat on the ground . The tears were flowing through my eyes blurring my vision . Then I just heard the sound of door unlocking .....

A book basically stemming from small sections of advice created for those in certain unwanted Toxic and Abusive situations that they feel trapped in and fear they can't escape. This is a msg from someone who has experienced these same experiences that you can Escape the unwanted. Just Do It. Make The Impossible Possible. Be a stronger You.

just poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).

This story was originally a little story about Stolas, Blitz and my OC of Nightmare (Rarity). I started this story on my Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss. Which is where the first two parts are from. This story means a lot and I couldn't stop thinking and working on it. So I made it into it's own story. I hope you guys love it just as much as I do because this one really is special to me. Thank you guys for loving my story's it really does mean a lot to me. (⚠️ I also wanted to do a little trigger warning. In one chapter there are topics of heavy drinking, physical abuse and a little bit of PTSD. If any of you guys are triggered by any of that stuff. Maybe this story is not for you.)