Shy Stories

────꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱──── Eleanor Hawthorne mostly keeps to herself, moving quietly through the polished halls of Eden Hall with her sketchbook in hand. She speaks up when she needs to, but otherwise blends into the background. Until Dwayne Robertson, a varsity star with quiet charm and a hint of cowboy edge, begins to notice her. A slow-burning connection begins, built on small glances, brief conversations, and moments only they share. ────꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱──── - I don't own any of the Mighty ducks characters except for my OC (Eleanor). All rights go to the creators #1 in mightyducks2 5/18/2026 #1 in Goldberg 5/18/2026 #1 in CharlieConway 5/23/2026 #1 in DwayneRobertson 5/23/2026

She never met someone that is so cold and soft at the same time, that is mean to everyone, and not to mention he is super hot. He never met someone so shy, that only minds her own business, and is a total darling and makes his cold heart melt. Liliana Smith is a total angel, she is shy, and the girl that had no friends and her parents are workaholic, she just finished high school and is about to go to college. Greyson Carter is the opposite of Liliana he is cold, has lots of friends, is a hockey player, and has the perfect family. He is on his second year of college. As everyone says, opposites attract each other.

They believed she was psychotic, He believed she was different. They saw crazy, He saw innocence. She doesn't know why she belongs here, He knows she belongs to him. " Don't worry babygirl I got you........" *****This was one of my first books on Wattpad so please spare me. I know it isn't high-quality reading as it was very rushed so don't be triggered when we jump from plot to plot.***** WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

{SENSITIVE CONTENT} Olivia Greene. A typical nerd? Not really. Shy. Awkward. Fashion sense from hell? Of course. Olivia has been picked on her entire high school life. It's finally senior year and she can't wait to graduate and move away. But what she didn't realise was that the year was going to turn her life upside down. She has a secret no one knows. Bruises no one sees and screams no one hears. At least that's what she thought. Now enter Neel Taylor. The typical school bad boy. Heart throb and don't forget rumoured gang leader. What happens when Olivia runs into Neel quite literally. What happens when he breaks down all her walls to finally realise why she's the nerd. Well, I guess you'll just have to read on to find out how the bad boy saves her.

character meera - Being an orphan brings a deep, quiet struggle to find a personal identity without a family mirror and working at minor age . Society frequently reduces orphans to objects of pity but that is what i have observed when i grew up. few character i would like to introduce in (meera's) life 1. Adit singh - same batch 2.Adit's close friend - ali momin story revolve around meera's personal life, growth, struggle.

𝗞𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗮 𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗷𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗵𝗶 𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘆𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗶 𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗶 𝗸𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗶 𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘆𝗲 𝗞𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝘂𝗷𝗵𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗮𝗯𝘁𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝘂𝗷𝗵𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗮𝗯𝘁𝗮 𝗞𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝘆𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝘁𝘂𝗷𝗵𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗮𝗯𝘁𝗮 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐁𝐓𝐀 : 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 "𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. (❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁)(❁'◡'❁) Sometimes, destiny doesn't begin with grand moments. Sometimes, it begins in a classroom, a school corridor, or with a simple "Hi." 𝖱𝖠𝖠𝖡𝖳𝖠 : 𝖡𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 - is a heartwarming journey through school life-filled with friendships that become family, first love, countless memories, dreams, laughter, and the beautiful chaos of growing up. There are no toxic relationships, unnecessary cheating, or harassment here-just simple, comforting love stories and people you'll hopefully come to call your own. This is my first book and my little attempt to write something that might become your comfort, just as so many stories once became mine. So come along, laugh with them, cry with them, grow with them... Because maybe, somewher

Vienna Sinclair knows what happened. Or at least, that's what she's been made to believe. She knows the story they gave her. She knows the memories they forced her to relive. But the truth has been hidden from her all along.

╰┈➤ नभसाक्षी : The sky bears witness. ⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧ A tale between moon and sun. The sun and the moon were never destined to walk together. Yet, beneath the same sky, they spent a lifetime loving each other from afar.

"کاتێک دڵت هەڵدەبژێرێت، مێشکت هیچ دەنگێک نابیسێت... ئەو تەنها یەک چاوپێکەوتن بوو... بەڵام بۆ ڕینا و جۆنگکوک، سەرەتای چیرۆکێک بوو کە هەرگیز کۆتایییەکی ئاسایی نابێت..." 🤍📖

Luke Beckett knows his job. To sit in the corner of the museum and observe. He may clean his glasses, read a book or advise visitors of the various exhibits. Once alone: he paints, sits with his cat and sleeps. Rebecca Donne knows her lot in life. To be the carer to her dementia suffering dad. On a day off she'll either have lunch with her oblivious mother or take in the various museums and galleries she loves. Once alone: she paints, eats pot noddles and sleeps. Their repetitive and timetabled existence is so much less than living; it's lonely. After a formal conversation about art, they never expect to meet again, but their shared sense of artistic frustration, familial responsibility and loneliness, pushes them closer together when those around them hopes that it pulls them apart.

هەندێک خەون تەنها خەون نین... هەندێکیان دەرگایەکن بۆ ژیانێک کە هەرگیز بیرت لێ نەکردووەتەوە کچێکی ئاسایی بە دڵێک پڕ لە خەون و ئارەزووی گەیشتن بە کۆریای باشوور بڕیارێک دەدات... بڕیارێک کە هەموو ژیانی ئەگۆڕێت هەموو شتێک لە پشت خۆی جێدەهێڵێت و پێی دەنێتە وڵاتێک کە ساڵانێک تەنها لە خەونەکانیدا ژیاویەتی شەقامە ڕووناکەکان شارە قەرەباڵغەکە و ئەو جیهانەی هەمیشە لە دوورەوە سەیری کردووە... بەڵام خەونەکەی ئەوە نییە کە چاوەڕێی دەکرد چونکە لە پشت ئەو جوانییە لە پشت چرای شەوەکانی سێئول نهێنییەک خۆی حەشار داوە... نهێنییەک کە کاتێک ئاشکرا دەبێت نەک تەنها ڕێگای گەڕانەوەی دەگۆڕێت... بەڵکوو چارەنووسی بۆ هەمیشە دەنووسێتەوە ئەگەر گەیشتن بە خەونەکەت دەستپێکی خۆشترین بەشی ژیانت نەبێت... بەڵکوو دەستپێکی چیرۆکێک بێت کە هەرگیز ئامادەی نەبوویت بۆی؟ ئایا ژیانی بەرەو خۆشی ئەڕوات یان ناخۆشی؟ کچەکە هەر وا دڵخۆش ئەبێت؟ بێگومان خوێنەری بیت دەر ئەکەوێت هیوادارم چێژی لێببینن من وەکو نوسەرێک خەیاڵی خۆم کردە چیڕۆکێک من خۆمیش حەزم لەنوسەری بو وە تۆش بڕیارت لەسەر نادەم پێویست ناکات ڕق ببەیت ئەمە دوورە لە ڕاستی و شیپ هیوادارم بیکەیتە مێشکت قسەم پێبڵێی سەرەتا ئارام ئەبم بەس دوای نا

Love has its own language. Sometimes it is spoken through remembered details, gentle embraces, lingering glances, and the courage to ask, "May I?" In a world that moves too quickly, Taehyung and Jungkook discover that the deepest love isn't loud-it grows patiently, heals quietly, and slowly turns two lonely hearts into one another's home.

Two souls. One match. A love that grew in the quietest corners. Mridula who has never been asked what she wants, what she thinks. She learned to be quite, to disappear in background, to adjust - because that's what expected from a girl by the society. Devansh Saxena has always carried the weight of his family. A government job, A frame where all respects him a d his family, and a wife that would fit the mould - that's what the family wants Neither of them wants this marriage. But when their families fix the match, they have no choice - except to slowly, silently, get to know each other. What begins as duty slowly blooms into something unexpected - trust, friendship, and a love that doesn't need to be loud to be real. Set in the 90s, this is a story of quiet strength, unspoken feelings, and the peace found in each other's presence.

Mipha's spent her whole life keeping her circle small and her feelings smaller. Randomly assigned to room with Link Alessi - the guy who knows everyone, deflects everything with a smirk, and has already broken her friend Kodah's heart - she plans to keep him at arm's length. But arm's length gets harder to maintain when he's the one catching her glasses before they hit the floor, holding her during a storm, and showing affection no one has ever shown her. Everyone warns her he isn't being real and that being the center of his attention doesn't mean being the exception. Mipha has no frame of reference to know the difference. She's about to find out the hard way whether she's the one thing that's real to him, or just the next one. (a college AU of tloz botw, very modern so don't expect much real fighting haha) (cover is also very much ai) (experimental book, so have fun reading <3)

Ivory King has spent twelve years hidden away in a cellar, unwanted and unloved by the only mother she has ever known. She has never known affection. Never known comfort. Never known what it feels like to belong. But one night, everything changes. After her mother is murdered by her violent boyfriend, Ivory is pulled from the darkness and sent to London to live with five older brothers she never even knew existed. Roman, Isaiah, Ezra, Hudson and Elias King are rich, powerful and broken in their own ways, completely unprepared for the fragile little sister suddenly placed in their care. Ivory has spent her whole life believing she was a burden. Now, surrounded by brothers who are strangers to her, she must learn what family really means. But will they give her the love she has always dreamed of? Or will they reject her just like her mother did? ***** (Disclaimer: the images, quotes and songs in this book do not belong to me).

This is a little fan side prodject I decided to start writing! Its related to my book i'm writing so far by the name of The AWCY Trilogy headcanon and fan book which is a fan book for the main cast of The AWCY trilogy (writen by catwithacupofcoffee/ohnoimasimp) so go check that out before you read this one. For more context on this lil book and all that stuff. This book is basically a diary/day in a life of fic in the POV of Peanut from The AWCY trilogy where they write about their everyday life as a newly turned human (canon and lore heavy stuff), how they are adjusting along with everyone else, and what its like like living like that and what shenanigans they get up to on a daily basis! Backround info: They got their hands on this diary after they moved into the new appartement. So I hope you enjoy this little prodject!

The corridor outside the hospital was unusually quiet. Anvika walked out of the ward, removing her gloves, tired but focused, already thinking about her next patient. And then- She collided straight into someone. Hard. The file in her hand slipped, papers scattering across the floor. "Great," she muttered under her breath, crouching down. "Perfect end to the day." The man didn't move immediately. For a second, he just stood there. Then slowly bent down and picked up one of the papers. Her eyes lifted- -and stilled. Not because he was handsome. But because he looked... controlled. Too controlled. "Watch where you're going," he said calmly, handing the file back. No anger. No apology. Just a statement. She blinked once, then frowned. "You walked into me." "I was standing still." "That's even worse," she shot back, grabbing the papers from his hand. "You saw me coming and didn't move." A pause. His gaze stayed on her. Sharp. Measuring. Like he wasn't used to being spoken to like this. "People usually notice before they collide," he said. "And people usually apologize after they do." Another pause. This one heavier. Something in his expression shifted-not irritation... something else. "You expect apologies from strangers?" he asked. "I expect basic manners," she replied, straightening up. For a moment, neither of them moved. The air felt... strange. Tense, but not hostile. Then someone rushed past behind her, calling out- "Dr. Anvika! Emergency!" She turned instantly. "I'm coming!" Without another word, she walked past him. Didn't look back. Didn't care. Or at least-that's what she told herself. Behind her, he stood still for a second longer. Watching. As if trying to understand something he wasn't used to feeling. Then he glanced at the file she had taken back. A name caught his eye. Dr. Anvika Thakur. A faint, almost unnoticeable curve touched his lips. "Interesting Don't forget to comment and vote and share🌷

🫐(𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 !) 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 i 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 ❝... 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 ...❞

This story will be set in 1980s.. A 27 year old Abhisar Thakur is Sarpanch of his village for two years now. He is a hardworking yet cold man. He's striking handsome, tall and fair. The coldness around his heart starts to melt when his world collided with a girl who changed everything with her warmth, his little bride. Arohi Sharma, she's a girl from town, her mother passed away when she was 3, her father raised her with love but when she turned 18 he also died of heart attack. Her world started to dull but she held herself strong and started to chirp as his father wanted but her aunt fixes her marriage with someone in village. Being lonely after fighting for herself she was forced to marry him. Will Arohi accept him? Will he love her? ****************************************************** okay guys so I know its not so good but I'm giving it a try. So the tropes Opposite Attracts Grumpy X Sunshine Forced Marriage Village guy X Town girl Age gap Smut and yes toxic relatives too. Don't worry i won't let him cheat, I hate it. he is a one woman man guys. Dive in now.

Some stories just don't have a happy ending But this does It's not just what you want. we all remember that cute corridor moments of our school life.. where we used to stare at a certain someone and if we were lucky they used to look back at us and it used to end with a certain shy smile. but where did that cute moment took Kashvi let's find out. will Kashvi find her forever?