Softboy Stories

Sabi nila, love is simple. Sabi nila, love is easy. Pero what if love broke you first? Lian Tan has always been a silent fighter. From a broken family, a mom who taught her to be strong, and years of dealing with bullies and haters-she built a life full of achievements, leadership, at kahit papano, self-reliance. Pero sa ilalim ng lahat ng titles at honors, may pusong sugatan pa rin-betrayed by love, stressed sa family struggles, at palaging nagtataka kung may makakakita ba talaga sa kanya for who she truly is. Then, isang unexpected na tao ang pumasok sa buhay niya, it made her world upside down. Lian must learn to trust again-not just in love, pero pati na rin sa sarili niya. "The Way You Look at Me" is a story about heartbreak, self-discovery, at about finding someone na titingin sa soul mo, hindi lang sa achievements mo or sa kung paano ka mukhang perfect sa iba.

Cover made by: @Viora_115 Alexandria Taylor has spent her life in the shadow of the racetrack-and her brother's fame. Remy Taylor, ten years older, is one of the most celebrated drivers in the circuit. But when Alexandria turns eighteen, a bold new rival threatens Remy's dominance: nineteen-year-old Caspian Fox, a rising star with something to prove. When Caspian steps in to help Alexandria one fateful night, sparks fly-and a forbidden romance begins. With tensions rising and loyalties tested, Alexandria must make an impossible choice between the brother she's always admired and the boy who's stealing her heart. 3RD OVERALL IN THE PINK PEONY AWARDS!

Alex Walter x male oc It was easy for Alex , falling for people was like second nature his entire life . Falling hard and faster than the seconds in the day . He'd fall in love with the way they smile down to the way they held themselves . It were the little things or the big things , it didn't really matter . He'd fall , then he'd fall again . And again . Nobody ever needed to wonder who's he'd fall for next once he fell for caden , he could fall , then he'd fall all over again , then again , and again . And again . But how many times can you fall in secret before the secrets build and there's nothing left to fall for ? How long can you love in secret and behind closed doors before it becomes not enough ?

The summer that made everything worse. The summer a shy nerd finally spoke his truth. The summer a mean girl finally went soft. A summer of losses. A summer of gains. A summer of crossing lines that were never meant to be crossed. Some feelings don't wait for the right time. And some summers change everything.

[EDITING IN PROCESS] #TOP1 in 8.6k stories( 11.11.2025). #TOP2 in Unrequitedlove, UnexpectedConnection, SlientCrush, RainydayVibes.(12.11.2025) #TOP1 in UnseenLove.(11.11.2025) #TOP1 in Teenheartbreak.(12.11.2025) #TOP1 in Shyprotagonist.(11.11.2025) Anna, a shy high school girl with glasses and a soft heart, has always been the class monitor no one remembers. She lives a life unnoticed-a quiet presence in crowded classrooms and noisy cafés as a class's top student. Anna has a huge crush on this cute guy named Kaith. But Kaith never even knows she exists in the same class as him. Her world is filled with unspoken feelings, unseen love, and unnoticed kindness. So, this unseen love will be acknowledged by him? or brushed off him? "Unseen Love" is a soft and relatable story of quiet hearts, one-sided love, and those fleeting moments that stay with us forever. It's for every girl who's ever been invisible... until someone finally looks her way. Tropes: Unseen Love. One Sided Love. Highschool Love. Unrequited Love. Crush Story. Slow-burn. Romance Story. Triangle Love Story. Shy Protagonist. Rainy day Vibes. Golden Retriever Main Lead. Shy Female Lead. Husky Second main lead.

We broke every rule we made. ••••••• Ivy Hale has survived her whole life by pretending she's untouchable. On campus, she's known as sharp-tongued, intimidating, and impossible to get close to. No one knows she's broke. No one knows she's sleeping in her car. And no one knows she's one bad week away from losing everything. Noah Carter keeps to himself. Quiet. Observant. Always in hoodies. Always alone. When Ivy runs out of options and ends up in a forced roommate arrangement with the most unreadable boy on campus, they make one agreement: This is temporary. There will be rules. There will be boundaries. But some rules are made to be broken. And some people are impossible to walk away from.

Every Monday, a new letter appears in Ivy's locker - unsigned, unreadable, and written in her own handwriting. The only problem? She never wrote them. As Ivy tries to uncover who's behind the mysterious notes, she's drawn into a quiet boy's orbit, a forgotten memory, and a secret that could rewrite everything she thought she knew about love, loss, and herself. A slow-burn romance about invisible wounds, anonymous words, and the letters we're too afraid to send.- *Ivy Monroe* (17):

Léonie Durand has always felt too much. Music, moments, silence ,everything settles in her chest like a melody. At eighteen, she studies music in Paris, trying to turn her emotions into something beautiful. Emmanuel Maroun is the opposite. Soft voice, clear glasses, gentle eyes ,he speaks only when he needs to. Freshly arrived from Lebanon to study art, he's still learning how to exist in a city louder and faster than his quiet heart. They come from different worlds, different rhythms her storm of feelings, his calm thoughtful silence. Paris is big. But not big enough to keep two souls like theirs from colliding. Somewhere between his silence and her storm... something begins.

Meher Shukla never believed that real love existed-at least not outside the pages of a book 📖💔 Heartbroken and full of fire 🔥, she chose solitude in her cozy 2BHK flat 🏡 in Lucknow, decorating it with fairy lights ✨, self-love quotes 🪞, and a secretly stolen Persian cat named Momo 🐾 with dreamy grey-blue eyes 👀 She trusted no man 🚫💔 But then came Anay Mishra - tall 🧍‍♂️, gym-just-enough 💪, black-eyed mystery with a soft soul ☁️ He didn't want to fix her... he just saw her 💫 All of her - anger, silence, softness and scars 😔💖 This is a story of chai ☕, chaos 🌀, cats 🐱, and a boy who stayed 🥹 Welcome to Pyaar Wala Lucknow 🌆💌 Where love comes slow... but stays forever 🌙💞

Noelle drifts through life unnoticed-ignored by her mother, invisible in her school, and wrapped in her own silent chaos. Every morning feels the same... until Lucien, her childhood friend who knows her better than anyone, refuses to let her fade into the background. and everything changes when a new student show up

"You wrote that yourself? Then prove it" For the first time, the fire in Sunghoon's eyes faltered. Not because of the authority or firmness in his tone. But because of the challenging glint in his eyes. As if he knows something about Sunghoon that he doesn't know about himself. He even doubted if he wrote it himself or not. 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. ©wcrzxn 2026 ──────── started: 06.01.26 finished:

it was the kind of kiss that inspires stars to fly up into the sky and light the world → lowercase intended → may be smut → other disclaimers inside → june 24, 2018 - continuing @BABY-BANDAIDS

Rafaele Xavier Murillo-Raffy to the people who barely know him, Raffa to the ones who never stayed-is eighteen, broken in quiet ways, and obsessed with flowers because they don't talk back or leave. Orphaned at six, raised by siblings who already gave up too much, Raffy learns early how to disappear: come home late, sleep light, ask for nothing. By day, he's the six-foot-three basketball captain nobody cheers for. By night, he's a boy selling flowers under city lights, bleeding pride for survival. Valentina Alison Garcia-Vale-is fire wrapped in silk. Short, sharp-tongued, beautiful, and impossible to love. Poor but proud, angry but talented, she leads the art club like a war zone and keeps her heart locked behind annoyance and attitude. They've known each other since second grade. They don't hate each other. They just never learned how to be kind. Two broken kids. One city that eats the soft alive. And flowers that bloom even when stepped on.

Lily thought the week-long beach trip would be the break she needed - sun, sand, and the safety of her barkada. What she didn't expect was Ralph August de Leon. He's not part of their group. He's just a friend's tag-along. And he was supposed to be someone else's maybe. But somehow, he becomes her late-night conversation, her dirty ice cream buddy, the arm she accidentally hugs in her sleep. And when a kiss sparks by the bonfire, it lights up more than just the night - it sets off ripples through old friendships, quiet heartbreaks, and things left unsaid. In between stolen glances, silent tension, and a whole lot of fishballs, Lily learns: Some things begin where you least expect - and some people, no matter how briefly they enter your life, just stay.

"If things were different..." Jeff's voice trails off. Ivy finishes it for him: "We would've been something, right?" He fell for her when she was still learning how to let people close. She fell for him when he'd already learned how to stay safe behind silence. They walk the same campus, smile the same polite smiles, and avoid the same memories they both keep replaying at night. Jeff doesn't blame her for falling late - he thinks she deserves a love without hesitation. Ivy keeps drifting toward him anyway - a little too curious, a little too attached to the version of him she once imagined. Some stories don't arrive loudly. Some slip in quietly, in the hesitation before a confession, in the space between two hearts that almost touched. A tender, aching slow-burn about timing, courage, and the love that waits in the quiet.

The plan was simple: press the bell and run. Easy. Except... I didn't even get to touch it. The door opened. I froze. A girl stepped out-older than us, maybe by a year or two. Long straight hair, calm expression. Casual, but perfect. And painfully familiar. Yusuf's sister. From Instagram. From that Eid post. Panic hit. My brain: static. Useless. "Uh... does Beenish aunty live here?" WHO. IS. BEENISH. AUNTY. She blinked. "No." "Okay, sorry! Wrong house. Allah Hafiz!" I spun around and half-tripped my way to the nearest bush-where Zainab had already thrown herself like the absolute traitor she is. I started smacking her. "YOU SAID YOU'D STAY WITH ME!" She was wheezing. "Your face! Oh my God, your FACE!" "I panicked! I asked for a fake aunty!" We were still giggling when- The door creaked again. Slower. Heavier. Zainab's laughter stopped. "Zainab," I whispered. "I think... it's him." I turned-just slightly. And there he was. Saif. Plain black tee, sweatpants, and that same cap from his profile. Tall. Calm. Phone in hand. He looked sharper in real life. Taller too. Like the air around him knew who he was before I did. His eyes scanned the street, slow and aware, like he felt something was off. I forgot how to exist. Zainab leaned in. "He's hotter in real life." "Shut. Up." He hadn't seen us. But I saw him. And seeing him like that-real, breathing, quietly magnetic-was something else. He wasn't just a pixelated post anymore. He was here. And somehow, even across the street, he had that pull. Zainab started poking me. qt qt qt on repeat. I elbowed her so hard she nearly fell. Then-his eyes swept the street. Paused. On a cat. He bent down, gently scratched behind its ears. Like they were best friends reuniting after war. We ducked. Hard. And in that moment, I knew two things: One, I was going to murder Zainab. Two, I was absolutely going to remember this forever. And that's how I met him.

Charlotte est malade . Elle le découvre alors qu'elle est enfin entrain de réaliser son rêve : devenir maman . Son cancer du pancréas ne lui offrant que peu de chances de survie et de longs traitements qui lui couteraient tous la vie de son bébé , sa décision est prise : elle va donner sa vie pour sauver celle de son enfant , et elle veut le faire là où elle a grandi et avec sa grand-mère qui l'a toujours soutenu . Problème ? Charlotte n'a aucunement les moyens de trouver un logement en Provence aussi rapidement ... Keylian est ce que la plus part des gens pourraient qualifier de coureurs de jupons . Etant le fils d'une grande actrice française et d'un créateur de mode de renommé mondiale , il est exposé à la presse depuis son plus jeune âge , malgré tout , sa réputation et le fait qu'il enchaine les scandales commence à nuire à l'image de sa famille . Son père exige donc qu'il trouve un moyen de redorer son image au plus vite , et quoi de mieux que d'héberger une femme enceinte dans le besoin ?... Les chemins de Key' et Charlie vont se croiser au moment où leurs deux âmes en auront le plus besoin , ils vont simplement mettre quelques temps à le comprendre . Cependant du temps , ils ne leurs en reste plus beaucoup ...

"𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼..." I like Armin Arlert... A lot..... have some oneshots!! |Cover by Samseaa| None of the characters belong to me. •Created: 24th of March 2018•

"Why do you like me ?" Ucap cewe didepannya dengan tatapan tajam " i miss u question" jawabnya dengan enteng " ayooo jawabbbb " Dengan menarik satu tarikan nafas, ia ber bisik " Karna sudah tidak punya alesan lagi untuk tidak menyukai kamu pasti aku suka terus sama kamu " Deg.

Amina never wanted a grand love story. She just wanted to feel safe. Zayd didn't expect his nikah to become his softest blessing. But somewhere between shared chai, burnt toast, and quiet promises- they slowly became each other's home. This is a story of choosing love, softly. Of building it step by halal step. Of learning that real love isn't loud - it's where you feel safe to stay. A halal love story filled with mercy, comfort, and endless barakah. 🤍