Bittersweet Stories

She loved him loudly. He loved her quietly-only when it was convenient. Leah believed two years of love meant security, a future, a place she could finally call hers. Yet, every time it mattered, he chose someone else. A best friend. A familiar comfort. A silence that hurts more than betrayal. This is a story about emotional neglect, unspoken loyalties, and the slow realization that love without priority is a form of loss. It asks a difficult question: How long can you stay where you are never fully chosen?

You attracted the attention of some strange individuals... Good luck. (MOST CHAPTERS WILL BE ONESHOTS, SOME MAY GET SEQUELS. FEEL FREE TO REQUEST.) Cover is Kisara from Engage Kiss.

Recommended for 15+ (Make you're own call if you think you have the maturity of roughly a 15-year-old or older, you're good) Anyway... Six years have passed since Aaravos fell... Six years of planning, failing, hoping and waiting for what's to come. But no one can predict the future. (Well, maybe Kosmo kind of can). Rayla and Callum are navigating love, loss, and the unknown of what's to come. Old enemies awaken, new dangers emerge, and every choice could destroy the world they've fought so hard to protect. Their home Can they survive what's coming... together? ...Or will everything fall to pieces?

"Ten years of silence. A lifetime of lies." One brother walked into the light. The other was left in the dark. "He was the protector. Now, he is the prisoner." The price of the past is finally due, but in the Jeon family, the truth doesn't set you free-it destroys everything you've built. When the line between loyalty and vengeance blurs, can the brother who was left behind choose mercy over the blood he is owed? "Some debts are written in blood. Others are paid in souls." (This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are used as face-claims only. Their personalities, actions, and histories within these pages are entirely fabricated for the purpose of this story and do not reflect the real-life members of BTS.) For all images used, the credit goes to the rightful owners.

Jujutsu kaisen Modulo fanfic Modulo(Yujixreader) fanfic Caution (Mild to heavy spoilers) In 2086, the world no longer fears the name of curses. But it hasn't forgotten him. After defeating Ryomen Sukuna and escaping the execution that once hung over his head, Yuji Itadori chose to keep fighting-living on as a Jujutsu sorcerer long after the battles were supposed to end. He was meant to grow old. He never did. For 64 years, Yuji has remained unchanged-cursed with a body that refuses to age, forced to watch everyone he loved disappear one by one. Time moved forward. He didn't. And somewhere along the way, the boy who saved people became a man who no longer lets anyone get close. Until you return. Unsealed after decades lost to time, you awaken in a future you don't recognize-where curses have evolved, the past has faded into myth, and one familiar presence lingers just out of reach. Yuji knows you're alive. But he doesn't come to you. Because he remembers what it means to lose you. And he's not sure he can survive it again. But as new dangers rise and fate pulls you back into his orbit, distance begins to crumble-and so do the walls he spent decades building. Because some promises outlive time. And some love... endures even a curse that was never meant to be broken. ____ Jujutsu kaisen does not belong to me, any pictures used here all belongs to their rightful owners.

I think I became a fan without even realizing it- somewhere between their quiet laughter and the way they looked at each other like it was nothing... and everything. They never gave us the loud kind of love people expect, no obvious fan service, no scripted closeness- just small touches, soft conversations, the kind that made my chest feel full for no reason at all. We called it a situationship, half-joking, half-believing, holding onto every little moment like it meant more than it should. And maybe... I let myself believe it did. But the more I watched, the more I started to hesitate. Was I seeing them- or just the version I wanted to see? The story felt so real in my head, but I was the only one writing it. And somewhere under those lights, between what they showed and what I imagined, something quiet settled in- their reality isn't mine to understand. Maybe that's what being a fan really is. Standing close enough to feel everything, but never close enough to belong. So where does a story end... when you realize you were only ever watching it from the outside?

You're a book-loving, introverted 18-year-old who radiates happiness. He's an arrogant, stoic, 21-year-old with far too many opinions. You two would never work. Until fate forces you together. And it's one hell of a mess.

She feeds him. he breaks her. it's complicated. Kamane Asuka is a weird girl with a cooking addiction and a death wish. no parents, no friends, no survival instincts. just a girl who figured out she likes getting hurt by the worst possible person. Morikawa Tetsuya was raised on screaming and broken plates. he's not a bully. he's a natural disaster wearing a school uniform. he hates how she stares. hates how she follows. hates how she won't run away like everyone else. He pushes. She stays. He bleeds. She smiles. He calls her a freak. She says thank you. Slow burn. Enemies to Lovers (maybe). One-sided obsession that isn't so one-sided anymore. warnings: bullying, violence, stair-pushing, emotional damage, and a girl who really needs therapy. (Just a fanfic of Asuka and Tetsuya) (Based from the roblox rp i had at seishun highschool)

A rebel and her president getting along? Impossible! Piper Kitz has finally enrolled in her new dream school, an all-girls school, no less! Yet all her joy here slowly shifts into suspicion once she sees that the president of the student council is feared by all. However, after this naive rebel's little prank, she finally understands why... but whatever could they mean by her freshman days?! Please be warned that this story has brief mentions of sexual assault, self-harm, and slurs used in harmful contexts. If such topics trigger you, please read with caution.

Beneath the broken cities, buried in ash and steel, lies the Filthlands-a cold, lawless sprawl of tunnels, firelit camps, and rebels with nothing left to lose. Bellara was never meant to lead. But after the death of a legend and a failed execution by the government, she finds herself at the center of a war no one planned, surrounded by killers, cowards, and ghosts. As the last spark of resistance, she's forced to rise-not as a hero, but as a fighter with blood on her hands and vengeance in her heart. Her people are starving. Her allies are fractured. And the government just made its biggest mistake: t inhey came for her home. Now, with the help of a nameless sharpshooter, a reckless brother, and the shattered remains of the Seven, Bellara will either burn the world back into balance-or lose what's left of herself trying. Power isn't inherited. It's taken.

Minho, a man who's shut himself off from love, meets Jisung, a boy trying to relive the childhood he never had. As they grow closer, they promise to fix each other's broken pieces. But when their pasts catch up to them, they're forced to face the truth. Love isn't enough to save someone who's already decided they're beyond saving. (or: Two broken people try to fix each other, without knowing how to fix themselves.)

Hindi inaasahan ni Amelia Montes ang mahuhulog siya sa lalaki. Lalo na sa taong 1888. Mula pagkabata hanggang sa taong 2026, nahihimatay siya tuwing papalubog na ang araw, gigising sa 1888 sa ibang katauhan at sa muling paglubog ng araw babalik sa kasalukuyan. Walang sagot kung paano at bakit. Ang tanging batas niya lang para sa sarili ay huwag mahulog sa hindi dapat mahalin-na kaniya rin pa lang sisirain. ⚠ WARNING ⚠ Ang historyang ito ay kathang-isip lamang ng mga gamu-gamong pumasok sa utak ng author. Ang lugar, pangyayari, tauhan, hayop, at panahon. Kung mayroon mang tutulad sa oras, panahon at lugar, iyon ay nagkataon lamang. Started: April 17, 2026 C. J.

It's a story of a middle-class boy, Ishaan, who isn't the cool guy of the class and Mayra who comes from a rich family.

"Sometimes, the most powerful stories are the ones that never even began." In this intimate and nostalgic novel, a young man reflects on the memory of her-the schoolmate who, without ever knowing it, left a mark on his life forever. Through glances, silences, waves from a balcony, and a kiss that was never returned, a story unfolds: one of unspoken feelings, missed chances, and a love that lived only in the space between the possible and the impossible. "What We Never Were" isn't just a love story-it's a tale of how a single person can linger in memory long after they're gone.

အသက်ငယ်သေးတဲ့ ကလေးတွေမဖတ်ဖို့ အကြံပြုချင်ပါတယ်။မသင့်တော်တဲ့ သွေးထွက်သံယို အခန်းတွေပါ ပါလိမ့်မယ်

There are things we never say. Feelings we sit with, moments we replay, people we quietly miss long after they've left our lives. The kinds of thoughts that don't quite fit into conversations; the ones that linger in silence. The thoughts that somehow mean everything without ever going past your lips. Unsaid Words is a collection of those moments. A series of quiet reflections on connection, memory, and the way small things seem to stay with us longer than they should. The people who come and go. The conversations that meant more than they seemed. The emotions that don't leave, even when everything else has moved on. This book is for anyone who has ever felt more than they could explain. For those who hold onto friendships a little longer, and those who find meaning in moments others might forget. Some moments don't last, but they don't leave either.

"We promise we will never fall in love." "Why?" "Because whatever falls... breaks." Falling in love didn't feel like a thunderstrike. It felt like watching the seasons change. Ivan never intended to stay in Averlyn. But that was before Maya. Maya, who finds beauty in cracked pavements and hides a living, pulsing storm inside a pearl like pendant on her collarbone. Together, they discover a quiet, impossible magic that can make the entire world pause just so they can listen to the rain. But as Ivan and Maya build a sanctuary out of fragile fragments, another collision is happening in the shadows of the city. Ryan, a wealthy boy suffocating in silence, meets Angel, a girl who has fought for every breath she's ever taken. Four wandering souls. One endless monsoon. A lyrical, slow-burn romance about finding the courage to let someone be your shelter when the sky finally breaks.

When Asher Parker leaves Rosemount, he doesn't just leave behind a small town-he leaves Lily James. Five years grow between them, filled with missed moments, half-remembered conversations, and the quiet pull of a first love that never quite lets go. Life moves forward, even when hearts lag behind. Lily builds her world piece by piece, chasing dreams and learning who she is on her own. Still, certain moments have a way of leading her back to Asher-memories woven into the places they once shared. Asher follows a path of his own, finding friendship, freedom, and a life he thought he wanted, even as Lily remains a constant in the back of his mind. When fate draws him home again, they meet as different people-older, braver, and shaped by time apart. What they shared still lingers, familiar and fragile, leaving them to wonder if what they once were can grow into something new. Because some echoes don't fade-they wait to be heard again.

"The Way You Are was born from the quiet tension between what we show and what we truly are. It's a story about fragile souls trying to exist in a world that often misunderstands them. Behind the school walls, the novel explores emotional abuse, the weight of expectation, and the silent beauty of resilience. This is not a story of perfect love-it's a reflection of how broken hearts still find ways to shine. I wanted to capture the raw, unfiltered emotion of being human, of loving despite the fear, and of learning that being yourself is the most daring act of all."