Traumabond Stories

❝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘! 𝗖'𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘?❞ ━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 a world built on trash, lies, and people who are thrown away, (Y/N) was never meant to feel anything at all. Born among the Sphereites and raised to be perfect, she learned early that emotions were inconvenient, silence was praised, and obedience kept you safe. From the outside, she was everything the Sphere adored-polite, capable, untouchable. On the inside, she was empty. Still. Quiet. Until she fell. Cast down into the Ground, where rot breathes and survival demands blood, (Y/N) joins the Cleaners-believing usefulness might give her purpose. Instead, she becomes something far more dangerous. Her Vital Instrument does not cut, burn, or destroy. It calms. When she acknowledges what she feels, the world around her sinks into stillness. Rage dulls. Fear slows. Pain quiets. And those who live in chaos begin to crave her presence like air after drowning. Especially Rudo Surebrec. Around her, his curse eases. His hatred softens. His pain stops screaming. And once he realizes that calm has a source... letting go becomes impossible. But Rudo isn't the only one who notices. Cleaners grow protective. Raiders grow curious. Obsession blooms quietly, dangerously, from both sides of the battlefield. Love turns possessive. Protection turns suffocating. And the more (Y/N) tries to disappear, the more the world bends around her. Because still water doesn't mean safety. It means pressure. And when it finally breaks, everyone will be dragged under.

I came to The School hoping for a reset - a place quiet enough to disappear into, to breathe again without feeling like someone was waiting for me to slip. For a moment, it almost felt possible. The halls were calm. The teachers polite. The students distant but harmless. But the calm here is a trick. It always breaks. Bruce was the first one to really look at me - steady, protective, watching me like he was trying to decide if I was someone he should stand near or stay away from. Bilton followed, sharp and mean, jealousy simmering under every glance, especially when he caught me looking at the girl I couldn't stop thinking about. Kairaness. Kairaness, who avoids conversations. Kairaness, who draws things she shouldn't know. Kairaness, who looks at me like she's terrified I'll vanish the way others have. The deeper I got, the faster everything shifted. Lights flickering when no one touched them. Footsteps behind me in empty halls. Whispers that knew my name. And there were moments - too many - when I thought I'd lose her. Moments my heart almost stopped because she was right beside me, and then suddenly she wasn't. I can't lose her. Not here. Not to this place. Because The School doesn't just take students. It takes the ones who stand out. The ones who care too much. The ones who try to protect someone. Now it's not just about surviving classes or keeping my head down. It's about keeping Bruce close, keeping Bilton from breaking apart, keeping Kairaness alive long enough for all of us to escape. Before we're noticed. Before we're marked. Before we're taken like the others. And once The School decides you belong to it... it doesn't let go.

At Vanta, nothing belongs to anyone who can't take it. Aria sings like a siren-soft, lethal, impossible to ignore. Men don't just watch her. They lose themselves in her voice without realizing it. Zion owns everything inside those walls. The club. The deals. The silence. But Aria is the first thing that doesn't obey him. And the first thing he can't stop watching.

For Cassie, life is mostly about passing exams, dealing with people, and trying not to have a mental breakdown every other chapter. She knows better than to expect peace. Fate has never been that kind, and its timing is always annoyingly perfect. So OF COURSE, that is when Chris shows up, the universe just decided to drag and drop him straight into her life. He is calm in an unsettling way, notices things he really should not, and somehow always knows what is going on in her life. He appears exactly when needed, asks the right questions, and gets way too comfortable being involved for someone nobody invited. What follows is academic stress, elite chaos, crossed lines, and the slow realisation that care can start to feel a lot like control. This is not a cute romance. It is about obsession acting normal, danger pretending to be concern, and a guy who really should not have this much access to anyone's life.

Vera was never taught how to love without losing herself. Her obsession didn't arrive suddenly-it grew slowly, like rot beneath the skin. Every thought bent toward him. Every breath felt borrowed unless it carried his name. Going to his apartment wasn't a choice. It was inevitable. The walls watched. The air felt heavy, bruised with unspoken desires and buried violence. His presence stripped her of reason. Silence between them wasn't empty-it screamed. When he looked at her, she felt owned, undone, reduced to need. The bed became a battlefield of power and surrender, where affection tasted like cruelty and closeness felt like captivity. Nights blurred into something dangerous-touch laced with control, longing twisted into dependence. Vera didn't want tenderness. She wanted to be consumed. To disappear inside him, even if it meant destroying herself. She knew he could ruin her. She wanted it. Because Vera doesn't love to survive. She loves to bleed, to break, to belong-even if belonging means losing her soul. Some girls dream of forever. Vera dreams of obsession.

Some heartbreaks don't shatter you, they unravel you thread by thread, until you're forced to rebuild the parts of yourself you once gave away. "The Version of You I Never Met" is a "Tribrid" book, part memoir, part emotional guide, part psychological blueprint for anyone who has loved someone who couldn't love them back the way they deserved. Blending raw storytelling with attachment psychology, this book explores the very anatomy loving an avoidant partner, carrying emotional weight for two, surviving emotional absence and walking away from a bond you wanted to кеер. Through a story blood-stained with devotion, confusion, imbalance, heartbreak and clarity the author dissects the hidden patterns behind avoidance, the cost of loving someone who hasn't healed, and the quiet, almost celestial strength it takes to choose yourself when choosing them costs too much. Its not a story about blame it's a story about limits, healing, and the power of understanding the truth even when it hurts. If you've ever begged for clarity or felt invisible in the arms of someone you loved, this book will feel like finally being seen. If you're learning to trust again, it will remind you that healing is possible, and that some endings are actually beginnings in disguise. For the heartbroken, the healing, the emotionally attuned, and the lovers who have always loved too much. This book is your mirror, your medicine, and your metamorphosis. It will break you, then rebuild you. It will explain him, then return you to yourself. It will hurt - then then it will heal. "He loved you, just not in the way you needed. You loved him, just not in the way he could hold."

A story of love turned into a weapon- and a truth that demands the highest price. Amelia enters one of the most prestigious academies in the country, unaware that her life is part of a carefully constructed experiment. Daniel is a student with ice-cold eyes and a past too dangerous to remember. Between them sparks a connection that should have never existed. Because this connection is the one thing powerful enough to bring the entire system crashing down. Now they must choose- to burn together... or rewrite the rules.

She was sold into a marriage that wasn't hers to choose. He was born into a family that worshiped control more than love. When Alicia Will is forced to sign a marriage contract to the heir of the Ashford dynasty, her life shrinks to a dim room at the top of a cold mansion. Her world becomes silence, a small window, and the ink of her notebook - until a stray cat and a chance encounter begin to unravel everything. Sebastian Ashford - cold, manipulative, and achingly perfect - doesn't believe in love, but he can't stand the way his family treats her. His world of power and precision starts to crumble as he's drawn toward the quiet girl his family locked away. In a house built on secrets and debts, their bond grows - twisted, tender, and dangerous. Because sometimes, love doesn't save you. It consumes you. "Obsession of Ashford" - a dark, slow-burning romance about trauma, healing, and the love that both destroys and redeems.

Since she was fifteen, Ria Martin has known one unchangeable truth: she will marry Adrian Morgan. A man she has never met. A future she never chose. A vow she walks into not for love - but for survival. With her family's safety hanging by a fragile thread, the aisle becomes her only escape route. Adrian Morgan, heir to a global empire, has lived his life bound by duty and power. Arranged marriages are nothing new to him. But this bride is different. Why has she never reached out? Why does silence cling to her like armor? And what is she hiding that feels... dangerous? When fate finally binds them, carefully constructed lives begin to crack. Secrets surface. Old wounds bleed. And a quiet storm of betrayal, desire, and buried truths gathers beneath the calm of their union. ✨ Can love grow where trust is fractured? ✨ Can she survive the shadows closing in around her past? ✨ And can he become her refuge... when he may be the very reason she's in danger? A story of forced vows, hidden scars, and a love that dares to bloom where it was never meant to survive.

She was given to the devil in a suit, not as a bride, but as a warning. Valeria Cruz knew how to bleed without crying. But when she's handed over to Lucien Valtieri, the man who burned her life to the ground... she learns there are deeper ways to be broken... and darker ways to desire the one who broke you. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is carnage, their story is not a romance ~ It's a war dressed in silk sheets and whispered moans. Lucien owns the key to every locked door in her soul. But Valeria? She's the one who knows how to make even kings fall on their knees. Violence has never looked so intimate. And love has never felt so cruel. There's no safe word in this story. Just a name... and the sound of it being begged for in the dark.

where every heartbeat bleeds vengeance. "I'll forever and always choose revenge... I'll heal in hell." - said by the one who rules it. "Every king doesn't kneel for you," - he said, eyes burning with fury. But she? Unbothered. She smirked, applying blood-red lipstick, and whispered, "Then watch me make you." ________________________________________ ZAID MORIEN A man forged in violence. CEO of a dynasty soaked in blood. Heartless. Merciless. Untouchable. They say he was born with a silver spoon - but no, he built his empire with fire, fists, and fury. ________________________________________ And then... her voice cut through the silence like a dagger. "You did this... Mother." She wasn't just a woman - She was a weapon. A storm dressed in elegance. And when she walked, empires trembled. "If life makes you the villain, make sure they never see the hero win." "They said it was over - but it's not. Not until I say it is." ________________________________________ "This isn't some fiction world, baby. This is the real world - darker. Deadlier. And you're playing with fire." He smirked, voice venom-laced: "And the real villain isn't here to protect you. Guess what? I'm not one... I'm Damon." She leaned in, eyes like burning coals: "And I'm the one who made Damon flinch." ________________________________________ This Empire wasn't built on power. It was built on the bones of every soul they loved - and lost. ________________________________________ 🩸 Empire of Buried Souls - where love burns, loyalty dies, and the truth never stay buried.

"I'm not asking to be saved. I'm just asking you not to leave when I drown." She doesn't write love letters. She writes survival notes - to something she can't see, but feels every second of the day. No one knows the war happening in her chest. The screaming silence after someone pulls away. The way she spirals just from being ignored. The way she can't tell if she's falling in love or falling apart - or if it's both. This isn't her healing journey. It's her journal. One hundred entries. One hundred heartbreaks. One girl trying to understand herself through the only thing that ever truly stayed - the chaos inside her. If you've ever been told you're too much, too emotional, too dramatic... This book is for you. If you've ever begged someone not to go, even when you swore you didn't care... This book is you. These pages aren't pretty. But they're honest. And sometimes that's what hurts the most.

Beatrice Rossi is no stranger to starting over. She's fought for every inch of freedom, burying the ruins of her past beneath cold ambition. But when she lands a prestigious job under the dangerously enigmatic CEO Leonardo Venturi, her carefully constructed world begins to unravel-one heated stare, one forbidden touch at a time. Leonardo is a man with ice in his veins and fire in his past. The last thing he needs is a stubborn, infuriatingly alluring assistant with eyes that see too much. But Beatrice is more than a distraction. She's a mirror to a secret he's spent years trying to forget. As buried traumas surface and an anonymous threat begins to haunt them, their fragile bond is tested by betrayal, bloodlines, and a history darker than either of them could imagine. Enemies-to-lovers. Boss and assistant. Secrets, scars, and scorching tension. This isn't just an office romance. It's a war between past and passion-and only one will survive. • Dark Italian billionaires • Smart, emotionally complex heroines • Twists, trauma bonds, and scandal • High sexual tension with real emotional stakes • Stories that burn and linger long after you turn the page

He saw me kill someone. And instead of running-he helped me hide the body. Now he won't leave me alone. He says I'm safe with him. But the truth is: I don't know who the hell he is. Only that his eyes don't flinch at blood. And somehow... that makes me trust him more than anyone else. I was supposed to disappear after that night. He followed me. And I'm starting to think- You should've left me there. A dark, twisted romance between a girl who's lost everything and the stranger who sees too much.

Tagline: "She promised never to love. He swore to break that promise." Genre: Psychological Romance | Tragedy | Slow-Burn Length: Estimated 35-40 chapters Status: Ongoing Zoe doesn't believe in love. She fears it. Diagnosed with philophobia, she's learned to survive by shutting down emotionally. Her past is a graveyard of abandonment, betrayal, and emotional chaos - love, to her, is a danger she refuses to invite. Walls up, heart locked, she lives by one rule: Don't let anyone in. But then she meets Zayn Alvin- billionaire CEO's son, magnetic, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. In the boardroom and in public, he's untouchable. But behind closed doors, he's someone else entirely. With Zoe, he's patient, vulnerable... safe. Zayn has always lived a double life - one molded by power and pressure, the other hidden beneath years of secrets. No one has ever seen his real self. Until Zoe. As their connection deepens, Zoe finds herself drawn to the one man who feels like home - and danger - all at once. Every time she lets him in, her fear claws its way back. And every time Zayn tries to protect her, his own mask begins to slip. But behind Zayn's carefully curated charm lies a truth darker than Zoe's past. And when that truth comes out, it threatens to destroy the only fragile trust she's ever built. This is not a story about perfect love. It's about broken minds, fractured identities, and a romance built in the shadows of fear.

Trapped in a dim, empty room that symbolizes her life, a woman struggles with the cycle of emotional attachment and abandonment as a man repeatedly enters and exits through an unlocked door. Though she holds the key to lock him out, she cannot bring herself to use it, clinging to fragile hope and fearing the silence his absence leaves behind. Each return brings fleeting joy and escalating conflict, leaving her more broken each time he leaves.

She was married for his money. Silenced for his power. Broken inside his walls. Trapped in a mansion where doors stayed locked and love never lived, she became a wife in name only-owned, controlled, and erased. Every day was survival. Every night, fear. He was ruthless, feared, untouchable. She was invisible-until she dared to feel, to hope, to ask questions that should never be spoken. This is not a love story. It's a story about control, trauma, obsession, and the thin line between fear and attachment. About what happens when power replaces mercy-and when silence finally begins to crack. ⚠️ Dark themes. Reader discretion advised.

A narritive poem on how a 3-day trip mingled with a re-occurring return of a narcissist stripped me of any identity and happiness that I had finally gained.

Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a crime. When Anne-Marie Scott walks home alone from night class, she never imagines that one desperate act of self-defence will pull her into the orbit of the most complicated family she has ever known. Andrew Sawyer is charming, reckless and drowning in his father's disapproval. He is the kind of man who feels everything too deeply but hides it behind a careless smile. When he crosses a line he can never take back, Anne becomes the one person who makes him want to be better, the one person he refuses to lose, no matter what it costs. Vincent Sawyer saves lives for a living but keeps his own carefully locked away. He does not do emotions or distractions. He certainly doesn't lose himself over anyone...until Anne. He does not mean to let her in, and yet, somehow, she gets past every wall he's ever built. Two brothers. One woman. And a love triangle that shook the foundation of a family. What follows is far from a clean love story. It is a love story full of bad timing, worse decisions, and the kind of heartbreak that quietly hollows you out. It is a story about a mother's love curdling into cruelty. A father choosing silence when he should have chosen his family. Two brothers who love each other deeply but nearly destroy each other completely. A girl who forgives too easily, fights too hard, and once, in her darkest moment, almost stops fighting altogether. It is a story about a love so stubborn...that even the universe, in all its cruelty, could not end it.

Quiet Catastrophe is a dark, intimate tale of two broken lives colliding by accident and binding by pain. Raghav, a Class 12 student drowning in academic pressure, family silence, and the aftershocks of a failed love, meets Prisha in the most tragic way possible-on a road that changes both their fates forever. As hospital walls witness confessions, guilt, and fragile connections, their shared wounds begin to speak louder than words. This is not a story about saving someone. It's about being seen, even for a moment-before everything falls apart.