Emotional Stories

IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING ❤️ This story is currently marked Complete, but please note that the latter half of the story is a temporary/current version. After my exams, I will be rewriting the second half of the story, including the redemption arc, because I feel that some emotions, character development and the deeper message I wanted to convey were not expressed strongly enough through my writing. The current version will remain available for now, so new readers are welcome to read it as it is. ❤️ The rewritten version will have stronger emotional depth, more developed character growth, and a more gradual and clearly earned redemption, so that the storyline and its intended message are conveyed better. Please keep this in mind before starting the story. ❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting my work. 🫶🏻 .................. For six years, Anushree Shekhawat endured hatred, humiliation, and accusations she never deserved-all for the sake of her son. Branded a curse, treated like a servant, and abandoned by the man who should have protected her, she silently carried the weight of everyone else's mistakes. But when the truth finally comes out, regrets arrive too late. Choosing herself for the first time, Anushree returns to the family she left behind, taking her son with her. Now Rajveer Shekhawat, a powerful CEO haunted by his actions, must fight for the forgiveness of the woman he broke and the family he never deserved. A story of heartbreak, healing, redemption, and finding your way back home.

With Alyssa stuck behind enemy lines and the fate of the pack hanging, tensions are higher than ever in this final installment of the Fatal Trilogy. ***** Book 3 begins right where Book 2 left off, with Alyssa captured and brought to the top pack's lair in Montreal. Unsure of Daimon and the rest of the pack's fate, Aly has no choice but to start finding ways to free herself and her baby from the grasps of the top pack and their leader, Pablo. Meanwhile, what's left of Daimon's pack scrambles to come up with a plan to rescue their girl and take down the top pack for good. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual activity, and mentions rape and sexual abuse, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

"Shaadi sirf naam ki hogi, Vedika." Arman's cold voice echoed inside the beautifully decorated room. "Don't expect a husband from me." Vedika felt her heartbeat stutter. This was not how she imagined her wedding night since childhood. Not after spending years dreaming about him. Not after writing his name beside hers in the corners of her notebooks. Not after waiting eight whole years for him to return from abroad. Arman sandhu. Her first crush. Her almost-stranger husband. The same boy whose one smile used to make her day... now stood in front of her with emotionless eyes. "I agreed to this marriage because of our families," he continued while loosening his tie, not even looking at her. "You'll get respect, my family name, everything. But don't expect love." Her fingers tightened around her red bridal dupatta. "Was there ever a time," she asked softly, voice trembling, "when you liked me even a little?" Silence. That silence broke her more than words ever could. Because for Vedika Malhotra... this marriage was the beginning of forever. But for Arman sandhu... it was just a responsibility. And sometimes the most painful love stories begin with a promise made in childhood... between two people who wanted completely different futures.

"If you ever stop believing me... promise me you'll ask me why before you leave." He promised. Then he became the first person to break that promise. Five years ago, one decision shattered two lives. He believed she had betrayed him. She let him. Not because she was guilty... but because some truths were too dangerous to speak. When fate brings them face to face again, he doesn't find the fearless girl he once loved. He finds a woman who apologizes before speaking. Who asks permission before leaving a room. Who trembles when someone raises a hand. Who believes punishment is kinder than trust. Now, every lie is beginning to crack. Every unanswered question is demanding the truth. And the more he uncovers about those missing five years... the more he realizes he never lost the woman he loved. He lost her while she was still alive. But some wounds don't heal with love. Some betrayals don't belong to the people we blame. And some apologies arrive far too late. She never stopped loving him. He never stopped regretting the day he stopped believing her. The only question left is... Will the truth find them before it's too late?

» "...शायद इसीलिए आज भी जी रहा हूँ।" » आँखें चार होना ही बर्बादी नहीं होती। A man on a mission. A woman as his saviour. A world full of bloodshed. He wouldn't let fate make another cruel joke. --- 1st in #hamzaalimazari , 1st in #hamza , 6th in #urdu , 7th in #dhurandhar , 12th in #english , 25th in #hindi !! <3 (HAMZA ALI MAZARI - DHURANDHAR, '25) ©sylbeaniefr ; All rights reserved.

My Last Rites My Brother Performed My Last Rites While I Was Still Alive. At fifteen, I was called a monster for a crime I never committed. My family performed my last rites and declared me dead while I was still alive. I begged them to stop. No one listened. I begged them to believe me. No one did. At sixteen, I watched the same ritual with numb detachment. At seventeen, I stopped caring. At eighteen, I watched it with amusement. Because I knew... It would be the last of my last rites I would ever witness. I laughed. Because I knew the next funeral would be real.

💕💖A story that proves... love never arrives late. It arrives exactly when the heart is ready. Some women dream of becoming brides. Indira Kumar dreamed of becoming a mother. At twenty-three, she chose to raise her orphaned nephew as her own son, sacrificing the life she could have had without ever looking back. Thirteen years turned into eighteen, and somewhere along the way, she forgot that behind the word Amma was still a woman with a heart capable of being loved. Now thirty-six, plus-sized, soft-spoken, and hiding her insecurities behind warm smiles and graceful sarees, Indira believes love simply isn't written in her destiny. Until one Sunday morning... A cricket match. One accidental hand gripping a stranger's leg. One whistle she innocently demands from the man sitting beside her. One dimpled smile that shatters the walls around a billionaire's guarded heart. Vijay Varma buried his heart with his wife a decade ago. He never imagined that the woman who would teach him to live again would be the one who never believed she deserved love. As one son quietly becomes Cupid for his mother's happiness, two lonely hearts discover that sometimes... The greatest love stories don't begin in your youth. They begin when you've almost stopped believing in them.

Everyone said I was lucky to have nine older sisters. No one knew I spent my life wishing they would look at me the way they looked at each other.

Trope Love marriage Forced marriage Emergency nikah Second marriage Huge Age gape Innocent heroine Rude hero Brother in law. Sister in law. ********* The stars were glowing above him, cold and distant, as if mocking him-reminding him that they still had something he had lost forever. A lone tear slipped past his lashes, silent at first, before his control finally shattered. Her smile. Her laughter. Her care. Her pout. Her anger. Her touch. Her love. Her face. The memories crushed his chest, stealing his strength. The years he had spent with her now felt like wounds tearing his heart apart. He had never imagined a day where he would be this alone. "Aahhh!" A broken scream tore out of his chest as his legs gave up. He fell to his knees, clutching his heart, crying hysterically. Today, all his endurance ended. He wasn't strong anymore-and for the first time, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He couldn't carry this pain any further. It was too heavy, too sharp, too cruel. Suddenly, a trembling hand reached out and gently wiped his tears. He lifted his eyes and looked at that innocent soul-eyes swollen, face wet with tears, crying just like him. Something inside him broke all over again. Without thinking, he pulled that person into his arms. They clung to each other tightly, crying as if the world had ended, as if tomorrow didn't exist. In that moment, they didn't care about boundaries, about closeness, about anything at all. They only knew pain-and they let it drown them, together. ******** Please look into the prologue once before leaving🤗

"උඹව මට ලං කරගෙන මං කරගත්තේ උබවත් මගෙ පවුකාර ජීවිතේට ඇදලා දැම්ම එක කියලා මතක් වෙද්දි හැමදේටම වඩා මට වේදනයි චූටි.උඹ රැකෙන්න මම දුරින් ඉන්න ඕන කියන එක එදා තේරුනානම් දිවුරනවා මගෙ හුලගක්වත් උඹට වදින්න ඉඩ තියන්නෑ මම..." "ඔයා මට ආදරේ කරේ නෑ.." [💚දිනෙක හමුවූ❤️] yizhan nonfic sinhala happy ending start: 2025/06/03

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.

𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑶𝑵𝑬 📖 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 She married with dreams of love, respect, and companionship-but reality shattered those hopes. Her husband never gave her the affection she craved, leaving her heart aching in silence. Yet, instead of walking away, she chose to stay-not for herself, but for the two little souls who saw her as their whole world. Between loneliness and sacrifice, she hides her pain behind a smile, pouring every ounce of love into her children. This is the story of a woman who may be unloved as a wife, but is cherished beyond measure as a mother. Tropes: Arrange marriage Housewife X businesses man She fell first X he fell harder Unloved wifed Suffering Mother of two baby boys starting :- 20th september 2025

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

INSPIRED BY THE 'LOONA THE CARETAKER' SERIES by METALBRONY823: When the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) are called in to kill a target from Hell, Loona the hellhound finds a lost human boy snooping on them. Suddenly guilty of harming him, she brings him to their home in Hell to patch him up, and later on, vows to take good care of him along with the help of the IMP gang. Along the road, they all start to grow a parental bond with the little kid and learn to become better demons, including Loona. Book cover art by @BubblegumRock10 and @LizardsDen "Helluva Boss" and "Hazbin Hotel" belong to Vivziepop & 'Spindlehorse Toons', except for OC's.

Naomi Housner is America's newest First Lady-polished, composed, untouchable. Behind the cameras, she's trapped in a marriage that's been breaking her for years. When the cracks start showing through her perfect poker face, Naomi does the one thing she's never been allowed to do: ask for help. One "private session" turns into a secret she can't afford to keep... because her therapist is Grant Lennox-Washington's most discreet, most in-demand inner-circle doctor. He's trained to listen. She's trained to lie. And in a world where reputations are currency, the truth could ruin a presidency and the kind of love that was never supposed to exist.

Orphaned at a very young age, Isabella grew up in a grand mansion with her five older brothers. From the start, they took on the role of teaching her everything she needed to know-how to speak, behave, and survive-drawing from their own childhood experiences. Yet their lessons were often harsh, cold, and strict, leaving Isabella feeling neglected and fearful. The younger brothers teased and tormented her, reporting every misstep to the older ones, who scolded her sharply. At first, she believed they hated her. But as she grew, Isabella began to understand that her brothers were themselves misunderstood and burdened by responsibility. Through fear, teasing, and strict guidance, she slowly learned to see their hearts. In the end, their relationship was far from perfect, but a quiet, mutual understanding-and even happiness-emerged from the cracks of their cold façades.

She married him knowing she would never be his first choice. Aarav Malhotra never hide the truth- their marriage was convenient, not meaningful. She was suitable. Replaceable. Easy to ignore. So Kavya Rao never asked for love. Never crossed the line. Never expected him to look her way. Until one day... she stopped. She stopped waiting. Stopped caring. Stopped loving him. And that was the moment Aarav realized-he had just lost the only woman who had ever truly been his. Now she's walking away... and for the first time, he doesn't know how to make her stay.

Park Jimin isn't just a beautiful man built on power and legacy. He's more than that, he's the kind of danger you never see coming. They say he's untouchable, but truth is worse: he touch you and you're never the same again. And when Jimin falls for Jeon Jungkook, he doesn't simply seek his love he claims it, along with his breath, his sanity, and every piece of his soul. Jungkook didn't mean to fall for him. He didn't mean to love him but Jimin made from strategy stiched with sin and sharpened by intent, and escape? That was never in Jungkook's fate not when Jimin had already written the ending. Wanted to read the ending.. But be careful not to get entangled in it and lose yourself along the way. ⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ #Top Jungkook🔝 #Bottom Jimin⬇️ #Child Abuse #mental illness #obsessive/possessive behaviour #Emotional manipulation #Trauma/PTSD #Dark Romance 🌟All photos used in this story belong to their respective owners.

𝓐𝓻𝔂𝓪 𝔁 𝓐𝓷𝓼𝓱 Arya A broken soul who doesn't have a family and a heart which can hold love due to past trauma. Ansh Singhania A person who didn't find love in his life as he didn't consider it important. But then destiny played it's game and they met each other. Will Ansh be able to heal Arya's broken heart? Will she be able to love him? Why is she so afraid of getting married? Will she ever find her family?

"He thought I was his fiance when he pushed me in his bed". She was just the quiet florist girl-delivering roses, not trouble. But when she stepped into the mansion with that bouquet, he mistook her for his runaway fiancée. And when the city's most feared mafia lord makes a mistake... he never lets it go. But was she really mute or pretending, it's still a mystery.