Unrequitedlove Stories

Another boring party-until she ruined it. Alina Malik. My boss's sister. A disaster in designer. She stumbled toward me-barefoot, heels swinging from her fingers, eyes red-rimmed and wild. Makeup smudged. Hair a mess. Dress slipping off her shoulder like she was begging to be seen. "Oh, abs," she giggled, clinging to my arm like she had any right. I didn't move. Didn't return the smile. Just stared. "Why have you been ignoring me, jerk?" she slurred. My jaw tightened. "You know why." "No, I don't!" she snapped, voice cracking. "I told you I liked you-and you blocked me! Who does that?!" "Someone who never wanted to hear it," I said flatly. "Now let go." She ripped her hand away, eyes blazing. "Why don't you like me?!" I didn't blink. Didn't flinch. Looked her dead in the eye. "Because there was never anything to like." She froze. "You're loud. Immature. Clingy. You create chaos and call it love. You throw tantrums like a child who's never been told no." Her mouth parted, stunned. I stepped closer, voice like ice. "You weren't special, Alina. You were tolerated. Only because you're my boss's sister. If it weren't for him, I would've shut you down the second you opened your mouth." Her eyes filled with tears. "Every message. Every fake smile. Every pathetic attempt to get close-I let it slide because I didn't want to lose my job. Not because I cared." Her lower lip trembled. "You don't mean that..." "I never liked you. Not for a second. You were a walking headache. A spoiled brat playing pretend in heels." She looked like she couldn't breathe. "You built a fantasy out of my silence and called it love. That's not my fault-that's your delusion." She blinked, searching for anything kind in my face. I gave her nothing. "You were nothing to me, Alina. Not then. Not now. Not ever." A tear rolled down her cheek. "So save yourself the embarrassment. Stop chasing shadows. And leave me the hell alone."

She loved him first. He never loved her back. But he never left either. Meera and Arjun were never just friends- they were habit, history, and something neither could escape. When Arjun falls for someone else, Meera doesn't walk away. She fights. Not because she's weak- but because she refuses to lose. But love isn't about holding on... and Arjun is about to learn that too late. Because sometimes- love isn't gentle. It's a war.

Laetitia Burnwick was a villain. Not because she dared to look the devil in the eyes, but because she dared to love him. She chose him. But the laurel wreath had never been on her head. Haedes Wargreaves loved someone else. She tried to destroy their love, only to regret it at the last second and die for it. Now, she is reborn. She knows about her fate and she wants to give up Haedes. Even though she still loves him. Even though it kills her. However, the opposite of fate is not choice. It's oblivion. And Haedes doesn't remember a thing. 𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 NEW UPLOADS every two weeks on Thursdays, at 7 PM, EST

Phoebe Miller is the "nerdy" farm girl who finally lands a prom date with her longtime crush, Ryker Blackwood. The night is ruined when she overhears him mocking her as a "charity case." Heartbroken but done being the victim, Phoebe spends her final summer in Texas transforming into a woman who no longer needs him. Now, Ryker is the one watching from the sidelines as the girl he dismissed becomes the only one he can't have.

When Olivia's young mother faced an impossible choice-keep her child or lose her inheritance-she made the heartbreaking decision to abandon the newborn Olivia at an orphanage. Growing up, Olivia never stopped hoping that one day she'd find a family of her own. That chance came when she turned 14 and the wealthy Hilton family adopted her. But reality hit her hard as soon as she realized she was merely a replacement for the Hiltons' missing daughter, Caroline. On Olivia's 24th birthday, the Hilton family announced her marriage to General Clayton Bradford, four years her senior, the most sought-after bachelor in town, and the man she had secretly loved from afar. She thought he could learn to love her too. But four years later, he still couldn't forget Caroline. Just as Olivia discovered she was pregnant, Caroline returned, shattering any chance she had of Clayton truly loving her. Faced with the painful reality that she could never compete with his first love, Olivia asked for a divorce and left her husband.

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. ❤️

She loved him quietly. In a room full of laughter, stolen glances, and late-night conversations, Ananya fell for someone who never looked her way. Aarav was distant. Unreadable. Untouchable. And Nisha-her best friend-knew. But some feelings are never meant to be confessed. The night everything changed, Ananya didn't fight, didn't question, didn't stay. She just... left. Years later, fate brings them back together-not as college students, but as professionals forced to work side by side. Only this time, Ananya isn't the same girl who loved him in silence. And Aarav? He's finally looking. But some stories don't wait forever to be rewritten. And some people don't get the same version of you twice.

"I 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 him for thirteen years. Then I watched him 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. And suddenly... I became the 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝." "𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he said. "𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭... is to remind you every single day- 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. He never realized he was breaking the girl who had loved him silently, completely, long before hate had poisoned his heart. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃𓂃✍︎ ----------------------------------------- Hide until this song ends... and I'll leave you 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. "Run, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲," he whispered. 𝐑𝐮𝐧. 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." She noticed the notebook and pen in his hand as he read fiction. "Taking notes on how to be a 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧?" "No." 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬... 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟*𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. She snaps, "Go. Eat whatever you want. I don't care." He tilts his head, his voice low. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲." ----------------------------------------- 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : ☆ Forced marriage ☆ Morally grey male lead ☆ Childhood friends to lovers

He made her coffee every morning. He picked up their son from school. He loved her like it was the only thing he knew how to do. She had him framed for crimes that didn't exist. He is Aditya Deshmukh: betrayed by his wife, hated by his son, wronged by the system, loved by an obsessive woman. She loved him even after knowing he loved another woman. She loved him so much that she pushed him into the jaws of death. She wished him dead and now that he's dead, she'll do anything to get him justice. She is Medha Gehlot: the woman who was never chosen by the man who was her everything. Note: This is for readers who loved The Count of Monte Cristo. For readers who want a revenge story that asks whether one must become a monster himself to defeat the monsters responsible for the rot in the whole world. For readers tired of perfect heroines - who want flawed, obsessive, impulsive female leads who have the heart to go into the depths of hell for love but lack the maturity and wisdom to choose letting go. Content note: contains prison violence, institutional injustice, and emotional devastation. You've been warned."

They say spring is for new beginnings - but what if yours had already started, and you didn't notice? ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Till isn't good at feelings. He's good at music, at getting detentions, and at pretending not to care. Especially about things like cherry blossoms or clingy best friends with black hair and too many shallow emotions. Especially about Ivan. ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Ivan, who's always there. Ivan, who talks too much and listens too carefully. Ivan, who's been in love with Till for longer than he'll ever say out loud. 𓂃⋆.˚ But Till's eyes are on someone else - Mizi, passionate and brilliant and so painfully unreachable. And Mizi? She's in love with Sua. ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ In a world of unspoken things and unsent confessions, spring blooms quietly around them. As songs are written, friendships are tested, and the truth starts to rise to the surface - Till will have to face the one thing he's always avoided: what really matters, and who he can't imagine losing. ๋࣭ ⭑ ˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. 　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 pov: alternating (ivan/till) status: completed

🄱🄾🄾🄺 🄾🄽🄴 ★★★ 𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑖𝑏𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑌𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡... 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜 𝑍ℎ𝑎𝑛. ⚠️ This work is entirely original and should not be reproduced, translated, or used without explicit permission. Any unauthorized use will be reported for plagiarism ⚠️ Start: 19 0ct, 2025 End: 3, April, 2026

(Male Yanderes x Female Protagonist) Ann Collins has always been a hopeless admirer of Kayden Orca. Forget about confessing, dreaming to be his lover is out of her reality check. That's why even when she knows Kayden like Cynthia Golding, the girl simply shrugs and keeps her unbothered mask. Ann only plans to finish her college and enjoy the last moment she has seeing her crush from a far, treating it as an unreachable love in her life. Pathetic it is. But then, the apocalypse happens and suddenly she gains the ability to become invisible. "Yup. I'll die first."

After the war against the sky people, peace slowly returns to the reefs of the Metkayina clan. In the calm after destruction, Kiri and Roxto grow closer than ever before. Their families approve of their courtship, the clan sees them as destined mates, and Roxto loves Kiri with a devotion so pure it almost feels sacred. To everyone around them, they are perfect together. But when Spider returns to her life again, Kiri realizes the feelings she buried long ago never truly disappeared. Her first love still lives inside her. Caught between duty and desire, Kiri begins living two different truths - the love she shows the world with Roxto, and the secret love she keeps hidden with Spider. Every smile becomes a performance. Every touch becomes a lie. And the more Roxto gives her his heart, the more Kiri feels herself drowning beneath the weight of her deception. Because sometimes love is not real. Sometimes love is survival. And sometimes the cruelest thing someone can do is pretend to love someone back. Disclaimer: This is a fan-made story inspired by James Cameron's Avatar universe and all canon characters and settings belong to their rightful creators. This story is written purely for entertainment and creative purposes.

Christmas came early, and so I thought. A longing so intense, feelings so surreal, only to be wiped clean by the horror of HER very actions. The very gift of love that I expected to find became a lesson to understand. I wrote a string of these back in December. Here is a compilation of poems that explore the themes of admiration, regret, fervent longing, and the extremes of unrequited love. My love for her, a bane or a boon?

All the poems I've written while dreaming of a better love life.

He was never mine. Just the boy next to me.

"Rasanya seperti berdiri paling depan di konser seseorang selama bertahun-tahun... hafal semua lagunya, mengerti semua emosinya, tapi tetap hanya menjadi penonton." Dion tidak pernah menyangka hidup kuliahnya yang biasa-biasa saja perlahan berubah karena satu orang. Nur Qamaria. Bukan cinta pada pandangan pertama. Bukan juga kisah romantis yang langsung berjalan indah. Semua tumbuh pelan. Dari satu kelas yang sama. Dari rapat organisasi yang melelahkan. Dari perjalanan pulang. Dari candaan receh. Dari kebiasaan kecil yang tanpa sadar membuat seseorang menjadi bagian paling menyenangkan dalam hidup. Tentang seseorang yang selalu hadir... namun mungkin tidak pernah benar-benar bisa dimiliki. Tentang langit yang begitu indah... hingga membuat seseorang lupa kalau tidak semua langit ditakdirkan untuk digenggam.

Shraddha never meant to fall for him. It started on the first day of college, with a boy rushing to complete his homework before class began. Zayn was annoying, careless, and impossible to ignore. She never confessed. Never even planned to. But somehow, he found out. What was once silent admiration soon became whispers, teasing, and humiliation in front of classmates. While everyone laughed, Shraddha hid her feelings deeper behind fake smiles and denial. Because loving someone silently hurts even more when they turn it into a joke. But maybe hidden feelings never stay hidden forever.

He spent his whole life loving Babe quietly... and in the end, even his dying heart chose Babe first. A devastating tale of unrequited love, sacrifice, grief, healing, and learning to live for the one who gave you everything. "If you couldn't love me the way I loved you... then at least my heart could stay with you anyway."

She loved him like a secret-silent, unpermitted, and from a safe distance. He was a man built of violence and sharp edges, a name whispered with caution. She thought she was invisible, convinced that a man who only knew how to break things would never notice the warmth of her gaze. But even the coldest worlds feel the heat. The gangster she was never supposed to want? He's already watching back.