Trauma Stories

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,, 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 doesn't want much- she's learnt not to expect it. Her dad's moved out and was replaced by her mam's new boyfriend. The youngest daughter sticks to herself at home, not muttering more than a 'hello' unless visitors are over. Then, they have to play happy families. It's an endless cycle of smiles and long sleeves. Everybody in her life has failed her. 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐝 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡 is free. He's safe. With a warm bed, home-cooked meals and a nosy family checking if he's okay. Yet, part of him was still stuck in that house. Where the fire of arguments and fists always lingered. Insomnia had taken over his nights, leaving him to run on spite and energy drinks. Snappy and unapologetically himself, and the fights in school to prove it. 𝐎𝐑,, 𝐀 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 brought them together. Fiadh was on edge her whole first day at Tommen. She was used to being terrorised in school, so all she could do was wait for it to arrive. But, it didn't. All that appeared was the boy who sat next to her in Maths. He pulled her out the toilet queue and introduced her to his friends. Noticed the chocolate bar she was rustling in her pocket and asked if they could share it. From that day on, he picked up a hammer and broke down her walls. Revealing the bubbly, scared girl underneath. Will Tadhg be able to face his trauma in order to save her, or fall victim to her rehearsed lies?

"ALEXANDER KING DELUCA" He was supposed to marry her not him ✓<___________________________________>✓ "You are just the replacement till we find her, know your place Aiden" Mother said ✓<___________________________________>✓ "If she hadn't run away, I wouldn't be taking her place" Aiden thought ✓<___________________________________>✓ "We are doing you a fucking favor" Father shouted ✓<___________________________________>✓ "What do you mean my bride is gone" Alexander growled The marriage was a mistake but falling for you wasn't.... Any form of homophobic slur User will be blocked Please do not post my work elsewhere English is not my first language so any mistake, kindly bear with me

noun: one who returns, especially from the dead or a long absence They lost her once. They'll burn the world to get her back. Cecilia Bonetti has spent her life locked away in a care home - isolated, overlooked, and surviving in silence. What she doesn't know is that five powerful men have been searching for her since the day she vanished... and they're her brothers. As the feared leaders of the Bonetti mafia, they believed Cecilia was gone forever. Until now. But blood has memory. And when sunshine slips into their dark world, even the coldest hearts begin to crack. They'll fight to keep their composure - ruthless, untouchable - but with Cecilia back, staying cold might be the hardest battle they've ever faced.

Mara thought she knew what pain was. She grew up in a house where love was a myth and her brother's fist was a reality. But when she's forced to sign a marriage contract to Malachi, the man who dismantled her dignity, she learns that some debts are paid in blood, and others are paid in screams. ​Malachi is a predator with a God complex. He has bought her from her father to settle a lifelong grudge. He promises her a living hell, and on their wedding night, he delivers. ​Mara is fragile, innocent, and brilliant. Malachi is cruel, obsessed, and unstoppable. ​She signed the paper to save her father's heart. Now, she'll have to survive the man who wants to rip out hers. Author's Note: This story contains extremely dark themes, domestic suffering, and non-consensual situations. Reader discretion is heavily advised. 🎖️#1Unwanted ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#2 Abusivehusband ••• 12.03.26 🎖️#3 Bullyromance ••• 17.03.26 🎖️#2 Bullystory •••25.03.26 🎖️#1 Trauma ••• 07.04.26 🎖️#7 Slowburn••• 15.04.26 🎖️#3 Angst ••• 18.04.26

She was fire. He was a storm. And together, they burned the world that broke her. Siya Sharma never asked for the shadows that followed her into Rathore Mansion. Traumatized by the ghosts of her past, haunted by a faceless stalker, and betrayed by the one person she called family - Siya was slowly unraveling. Until Abhimanyu Singh Rathore walked in. Feared by all. Soft only for her. Their love wasn't easy. It was raw. Forbidden. Violent at times - yet healing. He didn't just protect her. He gave her the space to fight back. To scream. To bleed. To reclaim herself. But when secrets erupt - a cousin's betrayal, naked images leaked, and a stalker who crosses every line - it becomes more than just a love story. It's war. Against silence. Against shame. Against a society that tells a woman to sit quietly and break with grace. And when the dust finally settles - When the stalker is exposed... When family fractures and reconciles... When the bruises fade... They don't just kiss. They claim each other. Eight soul-shattering, heart-binding rounds of love later, Siya is no longer broken. She's cherished. Celebrated. And finally... home. With the Rathores standing behind her - she gets not just a happy ending, but a new beginning. Tropes Chairman x Student Psychological Romantic Thriller Trauma Recovery + Obsessive Antagonist Protective Alpha Hero x Broken Yet Brave Heroine Family Secrets, Cousin Betrayal, Redemption Passionate, Mature Intimacy Found Family + Emotional Healing Revenge, Justice, Closure #28 in Chairman - 28/9/25 #33 in Chairman - 03/10/25 #7 in India - 26/10/2025 #21 in Chairman - 22/10/25 #1 in Marriage - 2/11/2025,26/01/2026 #4 in Marriage - 17/12/25 #3 in Marriage - 22/12/25 #2 in Marriage - 19/01/26 Yours siya...

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. That was what they whispered about me. My mother was a dancer who seduced an Emperor to survive. I was the ignored princess who seduced a Prince to steal a throne. I thought I was the heroine of a romance novel. I thought if I smiled enough, schemed enough, and loved him enough, I would get my happily ever after. I was wrong. My sister was the beloved Cinderella. The Crown Prince was her Prince Charming. And I? I was just the wicked stepsister who got in the way. My reward for stealing the male lead was a hellish marriage, a cold bed, and a lonely death. Now, I have returned to the beginning. I'm done chasing fairytales. I'm done trying to be someone I'm not. This time, I won't go to the ball. I won't wear the glass slipper. I will just fade into the background and disappear. Or so I thought. "Careful, Your Highness." On the balcony where I tried to hide from the world, a hand caught me. It wasn't a Prince. It was a Knight I had never noticed before. I wanted to retire from this fairytale, but it seems the story isn't done with me yet

He sketched galaxies in paint, while he calculated constellations in numbers and somewhere between chaos and logic, they found the formula for love.💜

Ahvi, an insecure girl, who's forced to believe that she doesn't deserve her better because of her dark complexion. Yet, she dares to dream and hope for a future with her husband, Nevan Singhania. But what if the hope she sees in him become his guilt? Nevan, haunted by his past, struggling to live a normal life and not to flinch away when touched wasn't even hoping for anything when he got her. But what if she become his hope? When two souls, tender and beautiful, struggling with their shortcomings, ended up in an arrange marriage, what might unfold? Ahvi's insecurities vanish or they return back with much more power? Nevan could let go of his past or ended up shackled in it? Could they satisfy each other's need to be loved or keep screaming in their silent ways Love Me?

Esme Presley always despised her clumsiness, it was inconvenient and an embarrassing trait to have as an adult. Little did she know her burden may have been a blessing in disguise... bwbm urbanromance agegap

New hospital, new people, new shift. Forrest Whitaker was ready to start again. She'd be a new ER attending in PTMC, after a year of sabbatical following PittFest, she was more than ready to get back into action. What she didn't count on was for a certain past from coming back to haunt her... right on her shift - Updates once a day!

You've always worked hard to make a difference. To be seen by your parents, your peers, your teachers. But it was like nothing ever came out of the hard work. No one truly saw your suffering. Your cravings for validation. Until someone did.

Daisy Kate Miller transferred from the SPD to the LAPD after she became Police Officer II and her mom died of cancer. She's a quiet, reserved person and a walking textbook. But behind that exterior, she is a person with a troubled past. Will she survive when her past is knocking at her door in LA? Follow her story with Mid-Wilshire Station to find out! - This story takes place at Season 6, before episode 7 - Daisy is Monica's sister (but it will be revealed later on) - Daisy is played by Victoria Pedretti

Tale of Zavian Veyraz. A boy longing for love of the most heartless man in the world? Look into Zavian's life and get to know the immense story of him. ≈If you're a fan of dark books which are not always about "girls" then you are at the right address, do give your opinion and votes &lt;3.

• Book 1 of "The Way To Save You" series. Hiraya te Salem Ka'art'ite, the last of the nomadic Terapatxi, has chosen the shadows. A survivor of the RDA's cruelest experiments, she knows a bitter truth: in a world at war, her mutated blood is not a gift - it is a prize to be exploited by humans and Na'vi alike. ​Her carefully guarded solitude is shattered when a stranger stumbles into her sanctuary. He doesn't come with shackles or syringes; he comes with a gentle smile and a name that carries the weight of a legend. ​"I am Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Son of Toruk Makto. It's nice to meet you, Hiraya."

Jasper Jean mariano is the mutya of section E. JayJay was never soft, never weak, and never anyone's to claim. This is her story-the strength they never saw, the silence they couldn't break, and the reason everyone who came near her fell... in their own way. Bringing back the og book 1 Diva jay! Rewriting amnse but in my pov. Lots of love to author lara. not copying. just rewriting. This is my work, my ideas but the original characters and plot belong to author lara only. I feel like there's a lot of mystery which is unsolved in book 3. So here I'm just continuing it. Though this book is from retreat scene, there were some things I wanted to add. I feel a lot of things should have been explained or atleast acknowledged. So here I AM. Y'all would never regret reading this book i swear.

You sniffled after taking another beating by some werewolves. Even though you hid your ears and tail, I guess they could still sense that you were weak and in need of help. You were cold...Tired...and VERY hungry. Some people might describe you as half dead. You were ready and prepared to take your last breath before a woman gasped. "What are you doing out here?" You looked up at her with E/C eyes. "Don't you have a home." You didn't answer. "Hm...Well, If you don't...I'll just take you with me for the time being..." She smiled. She picked you up and held you close to her body. She hummed a sweet tune as you slowly fell asleep. |ALL STORYLINE IN THIS BOOK BELONG TO JASON AND JESSICA BAVURA ALONG WITH THE PEOPLE WHO WORK AT CATFACE! I ONLY OWN SMALL PARTS OF THE STORY THAT INVOLVE Y/N AND Y/N ALONE! THE CHARACTERS AND EVERYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO THEM! I DO NOT!!| 🏆Highest Ranks: #1 in Aphmau! #1 in OCs! #1 in Zane! #1 in Melissa!

AVYAAN KAPOOR Avyaan kapoor,32 years old the upcoming cm of up.cold and detached for everyone DHWANI MEHRA dhwani mehra,25 years old, architecture, plus size girl has dusky skin thinks that she doesn't deserve the love. what will happen when they both collide? read to know.

Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.

"Lie to me again. Tell me white lies, tell me big lies. Hell, tell me the sky is green and upside down, just lie to me and show me that you care." Vera Rosenthal, known hot-head, track and field champion and debate warrior has never been the better person in any fight. She fights hard and she fights dirty, always has. When Koda Leschi shows up out of nowhere and embarrasses her in front of her whole debate class, with barely anything but a charming smile to show for it, Vera sees red. Suddenly Koda manages to show up everywhere: at her favorite café, on her friend's birthday, casually leaning against the wall at the frat house and worst of all next to her name on the list of assigned partners for the upcoming debate rounds. Before long she finds herself spending precious summer afternoons with her sworn enemy who seems too keen on breaking down her walls and revealing all the secrets bubbling under the surface of her blazing eyes. What happens when lines blur and facades crumble? Will Vera be able to keep her head above water as past traumas come crushing in waves? Updates every two days to every day all throughout February and March. Enemies to friends to lovers Enemies to lovers, but she is the only one who hates him Academic rivals Sloooow burn. And by slow I mean really slow. Forced proximity Yearning Female friendship

What if, after Wei Wuxian's death, that day at burial mounds. He wakes up in his 4 years old body. Before Gusu, before Yungmeng, before Jian fangmian found him. Alone in the yilling streets?. What will happen next? What will he do? Read and find out. ...... Ship: Wangxian ...... I have read many waking up in the past stories. They are good, of course. But all of them either waking up in gusu studying time or just before they depart to gusu. If it was child Wei Wuxian, it was a HOB crossover or baoshan finding him. I don't dislikes them. It's just i want a one where, Wei Wuxian doing it in his way. Something he never get a chance of. I don't know if you have read one similar. But I'm sure this and that will bever be the same. .... I do not own any of these characters, they belong to MXTX. The characters are from MDZS. I do not own any of these images i have used. And this story is my pure immagination.