Wait Stories

He carried the world on his shoulders, but forgot how to hold her hand. For Zayed, love meant keeping the world's ugliest burdens a secret so his family could live in the light. For Ayla, his silence felt like a slow, freezing rejection. Trapped between a demanding mother-in-law and a husband who treats her like a stranger, a heartbroken Ayla packs her bags and flees, desperate to find peace for her little girls and her unborn child. Stripped of his corporate crown and left with nothing but a hollow house and a faded note, Zayed realizes his greatest failure wasn't a lack of loyalty, but a lack of vulnerability. A deeply moving story of hidden sacrifices, shattered trust, and the beautiful, agonizing journey of a man learning to speak his love out loud for the very first time.

The love you never know, the love you never saw, the love I have for you...' A twisted tale of Danish and Zara. A desperate girl agrees to a marriage of protection. A man who already loves her agrees to hide it. The nikkah is real in Islam. The feelings are real in Danish's heart. But to Zara, it feels like another contract she has to survive. Will Zara ever get to know the love she never saw... Will they ever end up together, against all dynamic? 📷 : Pinterest.

Seungmin promised himself that he won't date someone until he becomes rich. But what will happened when he fell in love with Hyunjin in High School? Will Hyunjin wait for him?

one shot story ❤ -this is my first time to write a story,hope you'll like it ✨

We all have our own problems. We all have something hidden beneath the surface. Something bottled up deep within you, ready to POP. But how long can you bottle up those feelings? How can you choose to just let go?

" The only thing that kept me sane all those years was your precious smile that was etched on my mind. " The whisper of these words echoed through the dingy corridor along with a soft chuckle. " Although your face became just a blurry memory with time, that precious smile of yours with little sharp canine teeth never faded away! " >> << Nova Morgan-a bold spirit cloaked in sunlit laughter. An equestrian prodigy and die-hard sports fanatic, she's the kind of girl who fills rooms with energy and heart. But behind her radiant smile lies a soul carved by longing. For years, Nova has carried the weight of a memory-a boy with stormy eyes and a heart that once matched hers beat for beat. Tragedy struck when they were just ten, tearing Nova and Reeve Hearst apart in a whirlwind of chaos and silence. Seven long years passed. And then, one day, fate returned him to her life. But Reeve isn't the boy she once knew. And nothing about their world has remained the same.

Have you ever heard of mischievous QUEEN? Let me introduce:- Just like the shining surface of deep ocean under the shimmering moonlight, her eyes glistened with the mischief thought she intended to perform today. My only misery is that neither I can scold her nor I can stop her. So, I set my secret agent around her to control her friskiness. But she is being she successfully decieve my best agent and create trouble to people. _________________________________ With her being in my life, my duties never end. People come to me being troubled, bringing her complaints. All I can do is to assure them that the culprit will soon be caught. _________________________________ At the end of the day, she comes to me all tired, explaining all the deeds of her day. How badly I miss the aura of being the greatest king in front of her. How innocently she asks me to explain more about love only to get some crazy thought for her next act. Who knows who she will trouble tomorrow? __________________________________ How will I explain to the world that I was trying to teach her about love, and all she understood is some impish act. ___________________________________ I SPEAK THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE, BUT SHE UNDERSTANDS THE DEFINITION OF WHIMSICAL. __________________________________ "What is the definition of love?" She asked. "For me, it's YOU." I answered. A love so unconditional and innocent. One is drowned in a deep ocean of love, whereas the other didn't even hear of 'love'. How did they meet and fell in love? A tale yet to disclose. Shivraj and Shivali What universe has planned for them?

[COMPLETED] "ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ" . ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌ℯ 𝒹ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂. 𝒮ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷ℯ 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈ℯ𝒹, 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉. ℐ𝒻 ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 𝒽ℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒶 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂, 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝒾𝓉𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂... . © 2019 _jjamz_ #40 'wait' out of 1.64K stories #183 'special' out of 6.86K stories #18 'dreaming' out of 2.7K stories #53 'dreams' out of 3.1K stories #31 'daydream' out of 3.1K stories

A book for those who have loved deeply, lost quietly, and still believe that somewhere, somehow, the heart still waits.

" No " Naomi looked at him shocked and clutched her baby closer to her, where as Benjamin was totally clueless to what was happening. Slowly reaching the bed , he lifted his shivering hand and touched the baby , who in turn wrapped her fingers around his. And that was the moment Naomi and Benjamin watched The Lycan Alpha falling on his knees for the first time. After a moment of silence, Benjamin realized what is happening. And then he attacked. Because , one- The man in front of him just imprinted his day old daughter And two- He took the chance of his daughter ever having a mate. And all because of an Oath.

Its a small poem about an eternal wait.plzz comment..thank you :)

About her. About him. About waiting. And waiting. and Waiting.

Sometimes few words convey far deep a meaning than a lot of words, Sometimes incomplete stories convey a beauty far more pleasant than complete stories.

A 15 year old female has been abandoned when she was 12 years old and has been living on the streets ever since, but then she finds a mysterious female that looks like her......

hey guys , i might write a story soon , maybe in summer or something so stay updated . i may write it about either kian lawley or jack gilinsky . im still thinking about what i should name it . im doing themes so i think the first theme will be ' bad boy ' or ' bullied by "" ' or ' the story of us ' or ' since diapers ' . i still dont know what theme i should do , by the way if u didnt understand what i said about the first theme , i meant we knew eachother for a long time or his a badboy or he bullied me or we met . so stay updated . im gonna do an a/n a day before or something . so ill keep u updated . bye !

Should just read it.

Being essential is something we tend to struggle with. You are a background character in someone else's story. Do you agree? Unfortunately for you I do not. Everyone is apart of their own slice of life tv show, with chapters and paragraphs of ups and downs. Everyone is always reaching for their chance to become essential, but they do this to become important in another persons life, not their own. Why is that? It is quite peculiar in the idea that one is willing to go so far to be noticed by someone else. Have you ever sat down and simply... noticed yourself? I do not consider myself somebody who feels bad? I find it quite fun to cause others feel grief, but not in the sadistic way you may be thinking, no, but in a way that causing sadness and intensity in the small things so... exhilarating. I want to make somebody cry. I want to make somebody scream. I want somebody to understand the sharp stabbing and sickening guilt that somebody can experience. I almost called this story Reach. Was it because of the cover image? No. I simply wanted it to be Reach due to the idea of someone panicking. Panicking? What does this have to do with panicking? THE IDEA.... the looks that I have gotten. As someone who has experienced acting and not in the movie way, but as an actor on a stage, you need to really exaggerate how you feel or it will never REACH the audience. In a movie someone who may be experiencing panic may be portrayed(with it zoomed in on them) of them staring off and maybe disassociating? Yet on stage far from the eyes of your witnesses you must reach out, as if wanting to grab something that does not really exist. Almost as if you are reaching for the space in front of you. But why? Gripping. Scratching. Grasping. Snatching. Why? I ended up deleting a paragraph due to this being to long. Ha.

*what happens when I attempt a one-shot story and push myself to complete it as much as I could in 24 hours, with no revisions? I make this* A lone sniper contemplates life as he condemns a man to death.