Unrequited Stories

Maya fell for Ethan the moment he walked into her bookshop. Ethan was kind, loyal, and completely in love with someone else. When a marriage of convenience forces them together, Maya decides to win his heart-with warmth, laughter, and a thousand small kindnesses he never notices. She makes his coffee, learns his mother's recipes, and fills their glass house by the sea with hope. But Ethan's eyes are fixed elsewhere. Day by day, her light dims. Until one day, he finally looks up-and the woman who tried so hard is already gone. Now, winning her back will take more than a grand gesture. It will take a fight. A slow-burn romance about unrequited love, quiet heartbreak, and the long road to redemption.

Caleb threw an envelope on Neli's face after she returned back to their villa, she saw her husband hugging his girlfriend Hazel, who was crying in his arm. "Let's get divorced!" he said, angry. Neli slowly picked up the envelope from the floor. "Okay." she said indifferently even though her heart was shattered into thousand pieces because of what her husband said. "I will sign it. She stayed calm as she walked straight into her room to pack her belongings, she couldn't stay in that place any longer and won't let herself hurt again. Neli just wants to live a peaceful life now, away from the people who did nothing but to hurt her. But when she returned to their country three years after their divorce, her ex-husband suddenly change and started chasing her. What is wrong with him?

She liked him. Quietly....deeply...in the kind of way that never asked to be seen. But he never saw her. Not as a crush. Not as a friend. Not even as someone worth understanding. He wasn't cruel. He wasn't confused. He just... never chose her. And still, she stayed. At first, it was small-just a fleeting feeling. But with time, it grew into something consuming... something that lived in every glance she stole, every message she waited for, every silence he left behind. She fell first. And then she fell harder. Until loving him became a habit she didn't know how to stop. Until one day- she did. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic goodbye. But slowly... piece by piece... she took her heart back. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Because now- she doesn't react. She doesn't wait. She doesn't care. Or maybe... she just pretends she doesn't. To him, she was just someone annoying. Someone easy to ignore. Someone who never mattered. But fate has a way of returning what was once overlooked. Because when they meet again- when her eyes no longer search for him- He notices. He pauses. He wonders. He feels. And this time... he falls. Harder than she ever did. Not slowly. Not carefully. But in the kind of way that ruins sleep and steals breath. While she- just watches, as if she feels nothing at all. 🏆 Ranked #1 in Crush 🏆 Ranked #1 in OneSidedLove 🏆 Ranked #1 in Reunion ~ a story that started with silence... and stayed. ❤️

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐨𝐨𝐨． ❝oh babe. im too good for you, and it makes me need it even more. who's is it now? it's yours, and i'm red and blue. used and abused, it's still and never enough❞ ⤷ javon walton x fem!oc

Sam hates the concept of love and the idea of being in love, he always says that he cannot see himself in a relationship. Subalit sa tuwing umiibig, tuluyan siyang nagpapahulog. He loves differently, deeply, and loudly even though it is often unrequited. Nasanay na lamang siya sa ganoon, dahil alam niya na ganoon lamang talaga siya magmahal. Sam firmly believes that whether his love would be reciprocated or not, it is real - he truly loved. However, a sudden shift happened when Gil came, a friend of him who would change his perspective in love. Isang tao na naman na hindi siya masasalo sapagkat wala itong kakayahan na siya ay saluhin. So Sam would position himself where Gil wanted him to stand, not go beyond borders just to show how much love he can give. Matututuhan niya na kung hindi masusuklian ang kaniyang pagmamahal, ay mas mainam palang umibig na lamang nang tahimik. Ngunit ang sobrang katahimikan ay nakabibingi, kakayanin niya kaya? Can he endure everything for the sake of love?

Kim Juhoon fanfic 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮- newjeans, ditto She likes him, but he doesn't even glance her way. What's new? Jeong Jieun has had a crush on Kim Juhoon for as long as she can remember; the only problem is that he doesn't notice her. She feels that no matter how hard she tries to look good or do things to get his attention, he'll never reciprocate her feelings for him.

A stray volleyball leads you to Luka Couffaine: talented, kind, handsome, mysterious, and ... your new Portuguese teacher?! Where Luka teaches you Brazilian Portuguese through the art of song in exchange for a shoulder to lean on and an escape from his past. ════════════════════════════════════ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　 ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹ » Cross posted on AO3 ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ » Updates every Thursday unless stated otherwise :)

Harmony Focaine, the new girl at Constance Middle School. She is the average 12-year old girl. Obsessed with boys, music, friends, cute clothes, and whatnot. She along with her family want a fresh start in their daily lives to forgive, forget, and learn from the past year. She finally feels like she can be happy in this new setting and environment....that is until she falls in love.. this book is more of a trauma diary that I keep so that I can get over it- thank you for reading <3

I love you! I'm not gay leave me alone.

I imagine that death is as beautiful as life. It must be peaceful. It must be silent. But then again, we were made by music. We were meant to sing and dance. So I take a deep breath and say, "Scalpel." Every heart is meant to beat for as long as it must. Perhaps there might be a symphony when they open their eyes again.

keep in mind this is my first story like this. Enjoy ------------------------ "Oh, oh my, Caroline.." {🎟️} ' ᴀʏᴅᴇɴ & ᴋʟᴏɪᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ; ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ ꜱᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛꜱʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ꜰɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴏ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ɢɪʀʟ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ. ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ "ʜɪꜱ ᴋʟᴏ" ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴ. ᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ, ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ʀᴜɴꜱ, ʙɪᴋᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ- ᴛʀɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ, ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ʙᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.. ᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ? ' .

Ayan Sanger has always admired Karishma from afar, his heart overflowing with feelings he never dares to voice. As he hesitated, life moves on- will he be able to express his feelings or lose her to some other guy?

❝You don't even care everytime I bleed whenever you make fun of my feelings for you.❞ ❝Then don't like me. End for story.❞ «how far can mirei's one-sided feelings for ni-ki go?» 𝚜: 𝟶𝟾-𝟶𝟼-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 𝚎: -

**P.S. This story is more reality than fiction.** It is inspired by my own life, but it follows the path I never took. It is about the words I was too afraid to say, the feelings I kept hidden, and the choices I still wonder about years later. Sometimes, a life can change because of one decision. One confession. One moment of courage. This story asks the questions that has stayed with me since I was younger: If I had chosen differently, spoken when I stayed silent, or allowed myself to believe that I could be chosen too, who would I be today? I will never know what that life might have looked like. So I wrote it instead. ✨ Based on a true story ✨ They were supposed to drift apart. Different worlds. Different lives. Different futures. Yet every time fate gave them a chance to disappear from each other's lives, another impossible coincidence brought them back together. Some connections refuse to break. The real question is... why? It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't even supposed to be love at all. But when coincidences won't stop dragging two people together, what else can you call it? I try to post every Friday and Wednesday

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ONE SIDED LOVE

In the soothing heat of a Tuscan summer, Brooke thought she had finally learned how to live without him. Years after a brief, intense connection that ended in silence and heartbreak, Carter reappears in her life-still complicated, still intriguing, still the one person who can unravel her with a single look. One night at the club, old chemistry collides with unresolved pain, forcing them to face everything they once buried: the fear of commitment, the damage left behind, and the quiet hope that maybe just maybe, this time could be different. As the lines between past and present begin to blur, Brooke and Carter must decide whether love is worth the risk of breaking all over again-or if some colors are simply too vivid to survive the light. Living in Colors is a raw, emotional story of second chances, vulnerability, fear, love, and the courage it takes to stay.

some things are easier to write than they are to say. so i write. i write about him. about myself. about the things i want, the things i lose, the things i pretend don't hurt. i write about love when it feels beautiful. about love when it feels ugly. about wanting someone so badly it scares me. about anger that doesn't know where to go. about the things i say, the things i don't, and everything that lives somewhere in between. some poems are love letters. some are confessions. some are apologies. some are resentment. some are anger i don't know where else to put. and some are just me trying to understand why loving someone can feel so much like losing myself. there are things in here i never say out loud. things i don't know how to explain without sounding crazy, dramatic, too emotional, too much. so they end up here instead. this isn't a story told after everything is over. it's me, in the middle of it. while it's happening. while I'm feeling it. while I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck any of it means. unfiltered. unfinished. still becoming. so if you're into that bullshit ironic fairytale everyone's read before, go ahead and find something else. this one is real. this one is unquestionably raw. and most importantly unapologetically me.

I had trouble rhyming when I was younger. I wasn't so great at school, I wasn't too great at being practical. All I knew was how to be myself. Last year, I lost that only part of me that really belonged to me, and I had nothing but paper to express myself with. Late nights writing about fucking cruel feelings, and now I'm finally ready to share them. This is going to be so active you can barely keep up. Or can you? #1 on quickbooks #1 on wordy #38 on new #2 on ominous #1 on something else I can't quite remember... give it a try

Was it just a coincidence or well-planned to make Simon fall for another Simon? Was she just fooled by her feelings? Or Were they all fooled? Would they let their feelings rule them?