Nostalgic Stories

I just can't think straight when it comes to you, Deepika. Why do you do this to me? says Arjun I'm not doing anything, Arjun, she hissed. It's you. You're the one confusing the shit out of me. In one sudden movement, he pulled her close. Lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers. They fall for each other, they try to run away but they find their way back and they fall harder in love, they yearn. This one's a romantic and breezy college romance love story! Updated twice a week!

"ငါ့ကိုယ်ငါ ပြန်ရှာတွေ့ဖို့ မင်းကို လိုအပ်ခဲ့တာ အခုမှပဲ သိတော့တယ်"

Trisha Khanna was chaos in sneakers, the clumsy, loud, dramatic, and always one step away from falling... or causing trouble. Mahin Vardhan was silence in uniform, the calm, disciplined, unreadable... the kind of boy who noticed everything but said very little. She laughed too loudly, talked too much, and turned the simplest moments into drama. He stayed in the background, watching quietly... pretending not to notice the hurricane walking straight into his life. Same school, different sections, too many accidental meetings... and way too many stolen glances. Between morning assemblies, unfinished homework, last-bench giggles, and shared secrets, a simple crush slowly turned into something neither of them planned. There will be teasing. There will be misunderstandings. There will be moments that make hearts race... and others that make them ache. Because this isn't just a love story, it's the story of growing up, falling for the wrong reasons, laughing at the right ones, and learning that sometimes... the most unforgettable love begins with the smallest crush. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ If you've ever smiled at someone for no reason...waited for them to walk past your classroom...or felt your heart race at the sound of their name, then this story is for you. Come, relive the madness, the innocence, and the magic of growing up. Because some memories deserve one more ride. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 #1 in Relatable #1 in School life #1 in heartfelt #1 in nostalgia #2 in high school sweethearts

in which a habit of recording everything turns into noticing one person more than she meant to. [EXTENDED SUMMARY IN BOOK] ❝are we still us?❞ ❝we can be, if you want.❞ coming of age, band au social media + irl ── .✦ #1 nostalgia #1 vlog #1 dreams #4 band #3 martin © seanshyne 2025

Set in the same universe as H20: Just Add Water (events of Mako Mermaids did not happen), 4 highschoolers are doing a Biology Project on Mako Island. Not to keen of each other but still wanting to get the work done, they discover a cave with an oh so familiar Moonpool. As magic strikes, suddenly their lives take a 180° Turn. Their normal lives as they knew them? As gone as a dead fish in a stream. Will a shared secret bring these 4 together? Or will huge waves crash between them because of it? Note: My writing style does improve along the way, please trust the process. It does get good.

Between shared chai, inside jokes, first relationships, and the unspoken pressure to become "something," they learn that growing up isn't a moment-it's a slow, uncomfortable journey. One where everyone feels a little out of control. _ A coming-of-age story about youth, bonds that shape us, and the space between who we are and who we're expected to be.

Book 2 of Tangled Hearts Series "ℒℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓎 ℯ𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊" Ten years later... Kavya Sharma sat in the conference room, flipping through the papers for the important meeting. Her mind was focused on the presentation she had prepared. The door opened and the directors along with the partners started entering one by one. Kavya stood up politely with a professional smile. But that smile froze on her face. A tall, handsome man in a perfectly tailored suit walked in. His hair was sleeked back, his posture confident, and his presence commanding. It was none other than Kabir Malhotra. Kabir looked up from the file in his hand and stopped mid-step. His eyes widened in shock as they met hers. "Kavya..." he whispered. "Kabir..." she breathed, her heart skipping a beat. ...................................................................... What will happen when childhood best friends who once had a crush on each other meet again after ten long years?

Gris is a story about a love that never really ended, even when life forced two people apart. Years later, Taehyung finds himself in Paris. A city of his dreams, a city that should have been just another stop, becomes the place where he meets Seokjin again. Through Taehyung's life as it is now, Gris slowly unravels a story of regret, healing, and the question of whether love can survive time, fear, and all the mistakes in between. This is not a perfect love story. It is a story about longing, choices, and the fragile hope of finding your way back to the person who once felt like home. Some people never stop being home. The question is... can love survive what time, distance, and choices did to it? Sequel to Bleu.

One summer night in 1995, fashion model Melanie Everhart meets rising R&B star D'Angelo after his performance at a jazz club. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a beautiful love story spanning decades, filled with music, marriage, family, and memories that last a lifetime.

Somewhere between the past and the present, two old friends found their way back into each other's lives. What began as a simple conversation became a chapter neither of them expected.

Max Hargrove is an upcoming WWE Superstar who had been offered free tickets to ringside for the grandest stage of them all at Levi Stadium, given to by his childhood friend, Roman Reigns. Not only will they reunite after separating in their college years, but Max will get to see his old friend compete in his first ever Main Event for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship. So to bring back the gang, Max tags along his little sister for the weekend as all three come together for a new exciting and nostalgic adventure. Although their loyalties and bonds for one another are upon them, their world is far more complicated than the last time they met. Now they have their own individual lives.

"Cada cosa que veo, me lleva a ella". Obra en proceso. Dividida en tres partes. Esta obra puede sufrir alteraciones en ediciones posteriores.

Gregory is a teen living in a world where a single Virtual Reality Machine has everyone plugged into a simulation, everyone except him; so he decides that he has had enough of not being part of this and buys a headset on old forums abandoned years ago. The weird thing is that, he manages to make friends, friends who were abandoned, thrown away and infected but he loves them anyways, because that was his first interaction with someone who genuinely felt human although they are not human.

It was just a little grocery shop inside our apartment complex. So why did I keep finding reasons to walk in, even when I didn't need anything?

A little sneak peek: Chennai, 2014. Highschool. I was playing pen fight with Gokul when Chandru elbowed me in the ribs. "Macha, macha... un aal draaaa," he whispered. (Dude, dude... your girl.) I dropped my pen and looked at the door. Abi entered our class carrying a notebook. She handed the notebook to the substitute teacher. The teacher asked her something and then started signing. Abi used this time gap to look at me. She knew exactly which bench I usually sit on, so her eyes found mine instantly. I raised my eyebrows at her. She glared at me cutely, knitting her eyebrows together and scrunching her nose while slightly pouting her mouth. Damn!!! Suddenly, I became too aware of my hands. My hands were screaming, Bro, what do we do? ------------------------ Welcome to Abi and Ashu's journey. A slow-burn love story about growing up, innocence of school love, long-distance struggles, and the challenge of choosing between dreams and love. Before you begin, here's what you should know: *Inspired by a True Story* This story is inspired by real events from my life. It is written in a journalistic, slice-of-life style, so some parts may feel repetitive because real life doesn't follow a perfect script. The emotions and major events are real, but a few fictional elements have been added to make the story flow better. Also, the present-day portions are completely fictional. The story is mostly told from Ashu's point of view. Some chapters are from Abi's perspective and were written by my real-life girlfriend. These chapters share her side of the story and moments Ashu never saw. The story is set in a Tamil cultural background. Tamil dialogues are kept to preserve the emotions, with English translations included. Note: This is our first time writing a story. I used AI tools only to improve grammar and polish sentences. The feelings, memories, and experiences are completely mine. I hope you enjoy being part of our journey!

Summer has a way of making everything feel possible-warm days, honest conversations, and a connection you never saw coming. Noah Fletcher is in the Philippines for tennis. Jayrrom Flores is still learning how to become the girl she's always known herself to be. Somewhere between who they are and who they're becoming, they find something neither of them is ready to name. A story about nostalgia, identity, and a love that was never supposed to last. When summer ends, will they forget? Or will six weeks be enough to stay with them forever?

Some love stories don't end. They just wait in a diary, in a stranger's eyes, in a daughter's hands - until someone is finally ready to turn the page. When Ruhi hears a stranger's name called out at the gate, she doesn't hesitate - it's the same name written on the very first page of her mother's diary. A simple seat swap on a flight to Jaipur becomes the beginning of everything: a fire on a college playground, a love that burned too bright to last, and a silence that stretched twenty-five years. As the diary passes between a daughter searching for her mother's past and a man haunted by his own regret, its pages unravel a story of devotion, heartbreak, and the kind of love that never really leaves - it just waits to be read again.

Welcome to Westbridge. aAplace where the world moves too fast, everyone wants to be remembered, and nothing stays secret for long. Here, sixteen is an age for becoming someone. For chasing impossible grades, falling recklessly in love, making memories that feel infinite but don't forget pretending you know exactly where your life is going. But life at Westbridge has never been quite as simple as it looks. Friendships evolve. Relationships unravel. Secrets slip through the cracks. And somewhere between late-night conversations, rooftop sunsets, school rivalries and memories that were never meant to last forever, Blair begins to realize that growing up means losing things you once thought would last forever.At Westbridge, privacy is more of a privilege than a promise. But this isn't just a story about secrets. It's about the people you meet. The friendships you swear will last forever. The romances you never saw coming. The breakups that change you. The nights you wish could last a little longer. The moments that seem insignificant until years later, when you realize they were everything. And Blair? Blair is learning that, the hardest person to understand isn't the one standing across from you.It's the person.It's the person standing in the mirror. Welcome to Westbridge. Where everyone has a story, everyone has something to lose, and you never really know who's watching.

Hridaan Reddy first fell in love when he was twelve. Because age doesn't matter when it came to those sort of things. Unfortunately, having enough brain cells to prepare a confession does. Still, those secret smiles and wrapped chocolates in a tin were enough to convince him of his seventh grade love story. Years later, Hridaan Reddy is a hopeless romantic writing his tale through the street of London. He fell for the sunlit eyes, the warm coffees from Starbucks, and the holding pinky fingers, reminiscing over shared lunches, pressed uniforms, and packets of Little Hearts back in India. Then, his feet hit the badminton court. They bump into each other at the coaching center, and Hridaan can't help but wonder if love isn't a one time thing. After all, his past had a funny way of stalking him like that. Hidden between heartbeats of stolen glances, undone hair, and fighting the urge to squeal into his pillow, Hridaan learns that growing up doesn't make the love part any easier. Little Hearts is a story of first crushes, second chances, and the moments when love tastes undeniably sweet.