Bleeding Stories

Ridhima leaned closed to me . "vansh let's makes a deal." she whispered . I frowned . "what's the deal?" "I want you to be my boyfriend ." two unlikely strangers agreed to fake relationships so as to achieve a mutual goal: to get rid of their exes or in vansh's cases , his seductive boss's wife , but the last things they expected was to be entangled in the disguise . THIS CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE.

"Some confessions set you free. Mine buried me alive." There are moments in life when love feels invincible. It survives distance, silence, unanswered messages, and countless nights spent hoping that one day, two hearts will beat in the same rhythm. This is not one of those stories. The Confession is the story of a man who spent alot of time loving someone with every part of himself. He carried dreams that never faded and words he was too afraid to speak. When he finally found the courage to confess his love, he expected rejection, acceptance, or perhaps silence. He never expected the truth. In a single moment, every dream he had built collapsed. The confession he believed would begin a new chapter instead became the end of everything he thought love meant. This is not a story about villains or heroes. It is a story about timing. About unspoken words. About loving someone with your whole soul, only to realize love alone cannot change destiny. Some hearts don't shatter loudly. They simply stop believing. Welcome to The Confession.

poetry surrounding unrequited love.

"Eve Polastri always thought that her first-time sex with Villanelle would be rough; it isn't. At all." OR: Eve Polastri and Villanelle take a blood oath to each other. A sort-of sequel to "Do You Like Elton John". Some fighting, some crying, and then some hot, hot, hot, hotel room sex. F/F. Eve/Villanelle. Killing Eve. Fanfiction. Rated E for Explicit. Spoilers through KE-S3-E5-E6