Overthinker Stories

They were her sentinels, her saviors, the reason that she refuses to let her past consume her. 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

"Stay right here," he instructed, and without another word, rushed inside. Avni stood at the entrance, confused but smiling faintly as she watched him hurry about. There was a boyish charm in his expressions, in the way he moved-eager, sincere, a little frantic. He looks so cute, she thought, her heart fluttering. Within seconds, Avyansh returned, carrying a pot filled with rice and a plate with a red liquid- kumkum. "Just two more minutes," he said quickly, and disappeared into the villa once again. Avni waited, her curiosity growing by the second. Soon, he returned, this time with an aarti thali. A small diya flickered on the plate, casting a warm glow across his face. He circled the plate in front of her, performing the aarti, then gently applied vermilion on her forehead. A soft sprinkle of rice followed. "That's your first time entering our villa," he said with a smile. "So your welcome is a must." Avni stared at him, wide-eyed and moved. "Now," he continued, "gently kick this pot with your right foot." She gave a small nod, smiling shyly as she nudged the pot forward with her foot. "Next, place your feet in the kumkum," Avyansh instructed. Her cheeks were already flushed, but now her whole face turned a deep red. She did as told, her delicate feet now stained with the auspicious red. Then, to her surprise, Avyansh knelt down and placed his white t-shirt on the floor in front of her. He held out his hand. "Now leave your footprints here, on this." "But... Avyansh ji-" Avni hesitated, touched and overwhelmed. He looked up at her with eyes full of reverence. "You know, Mumma always said a wife is like Goddess Lakshmi. But to me, you're not just Lakshmi-you're my universe, my everything... my God."

හදකට ගැහෙණු හැකි ද නොඇසෙන්න මතකෙට රිදෙනු නැතිද නොපෙනෙන්න පිහිතුඩෙන් ලියණු හැකි ද නොරිදෙන්න සියල්ලෙන් ම මා නිහඬ ඇයි ද නොසොයන්න" _H.M.M.H.Herath🖋️_

Miracle Deveraux Kind, forgiving, caring, smart and overall an amazing person. One of the nicest people anyone could get the pleasure of knowing. But she struggled to believe any of this, with each day that past. She thought she was: Annoying, incompetent, worthless, an attention seeker. Replaceable. You see she was always a happy girl growcing up until coming towards the end of middle School. In the beginning of 7th grade was when the torment began. Physically and mentally. She grew up disabled. She had cerebral palsy. Mathias DeLuca Rich kid, spoiled, lacrosse player, popular guy. Man whore personified. One of the biggest assholes you could ever come across. But what few failed to realize that he was more than that. Yes he was still kind of an asshole. Yet, he wasn't spoiled everything he got he had earned. He and his father were always close but they started drifting apart when his mother died in a car accident. This was several years ago. His father got remarried to lucious Wright's mother: Head of the school board. He and his father didn't always see eye to eye on things but they were still extremely close. When his mom died he started having panic attacks and nightmares about the night in question. He was broken and he needed a Miracle to fix him [Word Count: 70,000 - 80,000]

Do you remember the story about Sleeping Beauty that was cursed to sleep and trapped in castle with thorns of 🌹 🥀. A romantic story where the princess lives with curiosity and longs for outside world and love... When the Prince was the one need to go across the thorns. Now,imagine...you're having the same experience like the Prince, but with a little twist.

He rules the underworld. She was never supposed to cross his path. But fate doesn't care about rules. Laiba never believed in fairy tales-especially not the kind where the prince wears Armani suits, carries a gun, and has blood on his hands. But one wrong night, and suddenly she's not just in the mafia's world... she belongs to its most feared king. Zayyan Khan is cold, ruthless, and untouchable. Until her. And now that she's seen too much, walking away isn't an option He says she's his. She says she'll never fall for a monster. But in a world where loyalty means death and love is weakness, can either survive the war they've started in each other's hearts? #𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 #𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 #𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑒

🌕 "He Was Her Favourite Dream" 'AARYA' is a girl who listens to the world but never speaks about herself. She carries loneliness like a secret, hides her pain behind a calm smile, and finds peace only under the silver glow of the moon. Her heart dreams of love, understanding, and someone who sees her truly-but the world never notices. "HE WAS HER FAVOURITE DREAM" is a soft, sad, mysterious tale of a girl who finds the love she deserves in the only place that never leaves. Some love exists only in moonlight. Some hearts are never meant to meet in reality. In this quiet, mysterious story of silence, longing, and imagination, Aarya learns that even unreal love can heal, comfort, and stay forever... if only you let it.

Atma Hanim - Disebabkan sekeliling manusia yang sering mengambil kesempatan terhadapnya, dia sukar untuk bersosial dan takut dengan harapan manusia. Dia rela bersendiri tanpa mengharapkan sesiapapun, walaupun dia tahu, hidupnya bakal sepi. Dia, seorang gadis yang sukar percaya dengan aneka ragam manusia. Emir Bakri - Bertemu dengan seorang jejaka yang suka menyakat, dia telah menceriakan hidup gadis itu yang serba hitam. Dalam diam, dia telah jatuh cinta pada Atma sejak pertama kali mereka bersua . Dia, lelaki utusan Tuhan yang cuba memulihkan trauma gadis pujaannya. " Asal awak ikut saya eh? Takde tempat lain ke nak pergi?" - Atma Hanim " Kau tu perempuan , tak elok sorang-sorang. "- Emir Bakri " Tak matilah sorang pun, nak harapkan orang lain pun tak guna juga. "-Atma Hanim. Sikap keras dan dingin Atma Hanim membuatkan Emir Bakri semakin jatuh hati padanya. Mampukah Emir buktikan pada pujaan hatinya bahawa dialah penyelamat sehidup semati gadis itu?

Hello, I am Ragnarium with this is a book all about my interests and personal opinions so I can share them here...Even if they get 0 reads lol Sharing my will of the Emperor with you is a great way to make a start on a social life and sharing our lord and saviour, The God-Emperor of Mankind! So anyways, FOR THE EMPEROR!!! (Also I thought the book cover looks pretty cool!) (I could add any fan-made stuff, ideas and other things because fuck it that's why)

Druvi has always lived inside her head. To the world, she's calm, cheerful, the dependable eldest daughter who holds everything together. But behind that quiet smile is a mind that never stops - replaying conversations, questioning choices, and dreaming of a life that feels a little more like the ones in her imagination. Born into a family where love often hides behind raised voices, Druvi learns early how to keep her feelings small. She watches, listens, absorbs - and when she can't say how she feels, she turns it into stories in her head. But then love happens. Not the fairytale kind - the real, messy, confusing kind that makes her question everything she thought she knew about herself. It's the kind of love that forces her to choose between what's expected of her and what her heart quietly craves. Told through moments of truth, imagination, and heartbreak, Letters She never sent is a tender coming-of-age story about overthinking, family expectations, and the courage to finally be seen.

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. Author's note - All my works are COMPLETELY MY OWN. Please do not copy OR share my content without expressed written consent. All coincidences to any other story/person(s) are purely unintended and is simply a coincidence. Please do not use any portion of my writing in a manner as to claim it as your own.

Hayashi Nozomi carries a name everyone fears - the daughter of a villain. Haunted by her past, burdened by perfectionism, she struggles to trust anyone... until Katsuki Bakugou refuses to see her as anything but herself. In a school full of heroes, can she find the strength to wield her quirk without losing herself? In a world that wants her to fail, will she learn to trust someone again? Or will the weight of her own perfectionism and past keep her trapped in the shadows forever? "You think I care who your parents are? You're you. That's what matters." The rigths of the Mha storyline belong to Kohei Horikoshi only. Only my Oc is my own idea and everything that doesn't happen during the manga.

Everyone says, "I'm fine." This book is about everything hiding behind that. Each chapter starts with "How to..." but none of this is advice. It's not a guide, not therapy, not motivation. It's immersion - a way of stepping inside the psychology beneath everyday behavior. How to love too much. How to stay in a surface-level relationship. How to put up walls. How to know when someone is using you. How to fade into the shadows. How to leave fingerprints on someone's heart. How to make a star out of collapse. These aren't tutorials. They're x-rays. If you've ever felt "too sensitive," "too intense," or like you notice things other people shrug off... you'll probably recognize yourself here. And if you've ever wondered why people do the things they do - stay, leave, hide, love, disappear - these pieces walk you through the patterns without pretending they're simple. This is a book for people who see too much, feel too deeply, and keep loving anyway. Not to fix you. Just to prove you're not the only one who reads the world like this. If there's something you wish someone would explain - not in a self-help way, but in a real way - tell me in the comments. I'll write it. If it destroys me emotionally, even better. At least we'll both learn something

After listening to the entirety of The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift, it inspired me to start writing poems again. I've always loved writing poems. The alliteration, rhyme schemes, rhythms, and so much more makes it so fun to me. I never thought I'd actually publish any of the ones I made because I'm kind of scared that they'll get me locked up, but I finally built up the confidence to do it. Enjoy my poems, and I hope you can find them somewhat relatable and/or you find comfort and healing in them. 🖤🩶🤍 Three things: 1. If you couldn't tell already, this is kind of inspired by The Tortured Poets Department and Taylor Swift and some of the lines are inspired by her. 2. All of the names in the poems are fake so people that I know in real life don't come after me. :3 3. This is not completed yet, there should be at least one new poem every day/every other day.^^ TRIGGER WARNING: Vulgar language in "Worry."

She regrets almost everything she's ever done - every word, every silence, every moment she dared to feel too much. But when Sofie Chang meets someone who sees her in all her chaos, she has to decide: keep hiding behind her regrets, or finally live through them.

A Heart That Hides is a real-life story of silent longing, unspoken words, and the pain of loving someone who doesn't even know you exist. It follows two weeks of heartbreak, hesitation, and missed chances-where every glance, every encounter, and every moment feels like both an opportunity and a curse. If you're not interested in raw emotions, quiet suffering, and the ache of an untold love story, you might want to skip this. But if you've ever felt trapped in your own feelings, this story might just feel a little too familiar. Also this is my first time writing a story so bear with me

collection of stories about....understanding

For the days when the heaviest thing you carry is yourself.

I write some poems I guess. They are about my life. Enjoy or not i write them anyway. If you don't like it just don't read it. I'm new in writing poetry so don't judge me. Please ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes English isn't my native language. Updates won't be regular I'm a student sorry. Enjoy reading.❤️ #2 in unspokenwords (4.12.2025) #3 in darkpoems (4.12.2025) #11 in overthinking (4.12.2025) #13 in poesia (4.12.2025) #14 in darkpoetry (4.12.2025) #14 in overthinker (4.12.2025) #19 in truth (4.12.2025) #19 in childhood (4.12.2025) #26 in emotions (4.12.2025) #53 in feelings (4.12.2025) #59 in thoughts (4.12.2025) #150 in poem (4.12.2025) #409 in emotional (4.12.2025)

A collection of thoughts, whispers, and moments caught in words. These poems are my heart, pain, and despair spilt on pages. In this, you'll find pieces of me, perhaps no one else has. I hope you never feel this way, and I certainly hope you don't relate. 🥀