Shortstories Stories

Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who swore to live their lives on the ice. ***** Xavier Homes lives and breathes hockey 24/7. He is the captain of the London Knight's OHL hockey team and is projected to be a first round pick in the NHL Draft. Rosaura Simmons is an up-and-coming figure skater whose dream has always been to one day compete in the Olympics. She on the road to achieving her dream when it threatens to crumble down. With both their dreams and careers on the line, Xavier and Rosaura will need to work together and figure out a way to keep pushing each other on and off the ice. Winner of "Best Couple" for Romance Fiction Awards Cover credit: @whoatemypanda © 2017 MoonlightHunter3 All Rights Reserved

Abilene Thompson was the kind of girl who prayed before bed, kissed behind her mother's back, and believed---deep down---that if she waited long enough, someone would choose her too. Told through fragments, letters, and the echo of unanswered prayers, When Heaven Forgot My Name is the bittersweet tale of a young woman caught between devotion and doubt, romance and reality. As she navigates love in its many forms---first crushes, secret kisses, near-redemptions---Abilene must learn that being chosen isn't the same as being loved, and sometimes, the bravest thing a girl can do is believe she matters anyway. A poetic, aching companion to A Garden for the Girls We Were, this is the story of the one who wasn't in the garden... but wrote letters through the wall anyway.

"Do you like texting more or writing letters?" "Writing letters sounds more romantic." "And that's why we are texting." In which a boy and girl meet because of a stupid school project Credits: Cover: @sunswept

WARNING FIRST TIME WRITER 😭 Have mercy but I would like constructive criticism.❤️ all short stories I have written over time to see if I should make them into their own stories. Hope y'all enjoy💗

Under the quiet glow of the moon, a lone writer leaves behind a story no one asked for-yet one many may recognize. A story of a boy born into sorrow, a mother who held the world together, and the grief that reshaped everything. This is not a tale of heroes, nor of miracles. It is simply a life lived in shadows, carried forward by the faint hope that someone, somewhere, might understand. A Story I Wrote is a quiet confession left for whoever happens to pass by-a reminder that even the most forgotten soul still has something worth saying

A cute and steamy love story :) She called a number painted on stone... and destiny picked it up.

Zaviyar x Amayra 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 Don't expect anything from me - Amayra I am gonna figure you out, wifey - Zaviyar She hides herself from him; yet she always catches his eyes. She is hopeless while he believes in her. She closes herself from the world not knowing she is someone's world. Everyone saw her happy side but he saw her sad side. She was smiling but he never missed those tears she tries to blink away. Peek inside to see how their imperfect marriage turns into a beautiful bond.

You stumble upon a stack of letters addressed to an unknown reader. Being nosy, you decide to read it. The letters were courtesy of an obsessed writer who thought of 'her' so much that this letter came about to deal with a certain hopeless romance. xo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~xo For all my hopeless romantic girlies who can't seem to find a man as good as their fictional crush~ - Written by me, Tennyliz Disclaimer: Pictures aren't mine

Luca Moretti had never thrown a punch in his life. He was the kind of guy who tripped over his own feet, apologized to mannequins, and once even got scammed into paying double for a sandwich because he was too awkward to argue. Yet, despite his absolute lack of fighting prowess, every criminal, gangster and underworld scumbag in the world made sure nothing- absolutely nothing- ever happened to him! Why? Because Luca Moretti was the sweetheart of Damien Callisto, the most feared mafia boss in the world. And nobody, not even the coldest, most brutal assassins, wanted to deal with what would happen if Damien got even slightly upset.

කියවලා ම බලන්න... මං මුකුත් නොකියා ඉන්නම්....!! 🔞🔥😏 Read your own risk #18+ #Yizhan #age gap #bl #boyxboy #smutwarning #angstwithhappyending #possessive #mafia #baby #cute #love [ මෙය මාගේ මනඃකල්පිත කතාංගයකි...මෙය මාගේ අයිතියකින් තොරව කිසිදු මාධ්‍ය ජාලයක් තුළ උපුටා දැක්වීම සපුරා තහනම් !! ]

If you are looking for some short stories then this is for you. You would find all in these shots with cute lovely couples to frenemies. So, let's begin the journey of one shots! Cover by elif.

🖤 ᵣₑqᵤᵢₜₑd ₗₒᵥₑ 🖤 ٩(●˙▿˙●)۶...⋆ฺ When i pass by moonlight stars in your eyes,they were shinning like none of them could be mine...*:・ﾟ✧ . . . To . . . When i pass by moonlight stars in your eyes,never knew the shine would light up my whole life...｡.:*♡ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ Join Preeti and Aryan in their journey of requited love... (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

" මං උඹට වෛර කරන තරමට ම මට උඹව ලබාගන්න ඕන කරනවා සනුක්ෂ !! " 💯🔥 - විහෝදර සංජාන දේව්‍ය දේවනායක " රිද්දන උඹට ම මෙච්චර මං ආදරේ කරන්නේ ඇයි දේව්‍ය ?! " 💔🥀 - සනුක්ෂ නෙතිල්ක දිල්රුවන් පතිරණ [මෙය හුදෙක් මාගේ මනඃකල්පිත කතාංගයකි... එසේම මාගේ අවසරයකින් තොරව කතාමාලාව උපුටා ගැනීම සිදු කිරීම තහනම්ය...එසේ කළහොත් උපරිම නීතිමය ක්‍රියාමාර්ග ගන්නා බව කාරුණිකව දන්වා සිටිමි...]

She is walking in the dark corridors which are barely lit, the only source of light is the torch light in her hand. As she is walking she heard someone calling her " Piyali...." she halted in her tracks and turned back, she find the voice familiar but can't decipher where she heard, the voice is so sweet to her... " Piyali"... the voice again called this time she decided to check. she walked towards the voice direction " who's is there?" Her voice echoed but no reply came, so she neared the spot from where the voice is heard, which is more darker than the corridor, even her torch is falling short in the darkness there, she is trying to adjust her eyes, squinting her eyes she asked again " who's is that?" She expected a reply but she was pulled into a hug. As a girl she is trying to defend herself but the hug is so strong she is unable to even move. she can hear that manly voice kept saying something to her, but she is unable to understand. Those hands now cupped her face, while she tried to see who it is, but she felt kisses on her neck traveling towards her face, she resisted and shouted " no...leave me...no" Hearing that the hands left her face immediately, and the manly voice sounded concern, but escaping from the grip, she started to run from there in the darkness. she is not in the right state of mind she just kept running and running until she bumped into someone. Find more in the story.....

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。.:☆*:･'YOU FEEL LIKE HOME... "She is chaos, He is calm. Together-they feel like home.".｡.:*♡ ●○●○●○●Aarvi Singhania - a rich, arrogant girl with anger issues, emotional scars, and a lonely soul, meets...Vihaan Malhotra - a calm, sunshine-hearted guy with quiet strength.●○●○●○● ♡ Their story begins with dislike, grows with understanding, and ends with healing☆*･ﾟ･*☆ 。.:☆*:･She will learn love doesn't always hurt, and he will learn even storms can be beautiful ♡ ●Let's hop in to their beautiful story...⋆ฺ #Shortstory (/^-^(^ ^*)/ ♡ ~Gleam_tales06

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house. And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can y

A collection of sweet, funny, and heart-warming one-shots featuring Malachi Barton and his girlfriend - from late-night laughs to cozy dates, and all the little moments in between.