Lovers Stories

They hated her at first... but they had no idea who she really was. Serena Carter once had a family - loud, messy, beautifully imperfect. It wasn't always easy, but it was hers. Then one accident ripped it all away, leaving her alone and unwanted. Now she's sent to live with the Morettis: four brothers and a father who see her as nothing more than the living reminder of betrayal. The stain on their perfect legacy. Ten months. That's all she needs to survive until she turns eighteen and can walk away. But hate is a dangerous thing. It turns into obsession. Into protectiveness. Into something no one expected. Because Serena has secrets - ones even she doesn't fully understand. And in a world where power is everything, she's about to prove she belongs where everyone swore she didn't. She isn't looking for love. She's fighting for something stronger: a place to finally call home. Ranks: #1 out of 11.6k : familysecrets #1 out of 45.8k : lovers #1 out of 46.8k : rich #1 out of 52k : trauma #1 out of 134k : hate #1 out of 189k : dark #1 out of 238k : depression #2 out of 554k : drama #2 out of 27.1k : brothers #2 out of 123k : wattpad #4 out of 2.53M : Love #5 out of 17.7k : mafiaprincess

A story where Celeste Moreno ballerina met a boxer, Jace Callahan, a tall, broad-shouldered fighter with rough hands and soft eyes that only melt for her. With a powerful presence and quiet strength, he looks intimidating in the ring but becomes pure warmth when she's in his arms. He's protective, fiercely loyal, and can't keep his hands or eyes off the woman he loves. She's all grace and fire-a stunning ballerina with expressive eyes, delicate features, and a fierce little attitude that keeps him on his toes. She moves like poetry, soft and ethereal on stage, but off it, she's sass and devoted to what she does. A love at first sight story behind this attitude, there was a broken little girl back then that never showed her weakness, abandoned by her parents, raised by her aunt and learned to be independent and conquer herself. If you like how the story's going, leave a comment under the chapter so I'll know your appreciation. Votes and opinions are always welcome.⭐️

After escaping a stalled elevator into a zombie apocalypse, Emily must learn how to trust people again or risk losing everything in this terrifying world. ***** For Emily, every day of the last two years have been a blur. She keeps her head down, takes her college courses online, and only goes out to work at her mandatory internship. But all that changes on the day the office elevator breaks down, leaving her trapped when the screams begin. And when the doors finally open, revealing a dystopian world ruined by bloody teeth and disease, Emily is launched into a terrifying run for her life, caught between the strangers she's not sure she can trust and the man-eating monsters that hunger for her flesh. Now she must learn not only how to survive in this new and dangerous world, but also how to overcome her own inner demons before they cost her something more precious than her life. [[Wattys' Shortlist]] [[Promoted by AMC]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: The story contains some gore, violence, strong language, and dark themes. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Hiari is fascinated by the very concept of BDSM. Entranced by the mere thought of it, she finds support in her friend Shiro, who is a Dom himself, and her sole connection to this exciting world. However, when Hiari meets the magnetic Henrik, a man who embodies her fantasies and owns a prestigious BDSM club, she is presented with an enticing opportunity to dive deeper into her desires. Will she find the confidence to explore this world where pleasure knows no bounds?

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ જ⁀➴ 𝓑𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 .ᐟ The hallway was empty, just the sound of her footsteps and his leaning figure against the wall. ❝You know, you keep being nice to me, and I'm going to think you like me.❞ Hyunjin's head tilted slightly. He didn't smile. Didn't blink. Just stared at her like he could see straight through the act. ❝Who says I don't?❞ he said, voice low and unreadable. Yujin blinked, caught off guard. ❝What?❞ ❝You heard me,❞ he murmured, stepping just a little closer. She took a step back, heart skipping. ❝I was joking.❞ Hyunjin stepped closer, eyes locking with hers. ❝I wasn't.❞ 𝗼𝗿... ─────── (　★ ) kim yujin and hwang hyunjin have been rivals since they could talk. from sandbox battles to snowball wars, they've never gone a year without fighting over something. their parents are close, their houses are annoyingly near, and their lives keep crossing no matter how far apart they try to grow. now they're back in the same neighborhood, older but just as petty, and neither one is ready to lose the war they've been waging since childhood. (　★ ) ─────── ranked #1 in hwanghyunjin 12 ─ ⊹ . ˚ completed. back to you ⟢ hwang hyunjin ━━━━━ ❪ © cherryhees ❫ 2025 .ᐟ

In a world where power rules everything... what happens when the king becomes a prisoner of his own heart? Rudraksh Chauhan doesn't lose control. Not in business. Not in life. And definitely not over a girl. A royal heir. A ruthless CEO. A man built on discipline, power, and silence. His world is simple-win, rule, and never let emotions become a weakness. Until her. Meher Kaur is chaos wrapped in sunshine. Bold, loud, unapologetically alive-and completely unimpressed by men like him. She doesn't bow to power. She challenges it. What starts as a collision of worlds soon turns into a battle of egos, words, and unspoken tension. She calls him arrogant. He calls her reckless. But somewhere between rivalry and resistance- lines blur. Because the more he tries to control her, the deeper he finds himself trapped. And Meher? She refuses to be anyone's weakness. Especially not his. But some cages aren't made of iron. Some are built from glances that linger too long... touches that mean too much... and a pull neither of them can escape. He wanted to cage her. Instead- he walked straight into her trap. Enemies to Lovers 😮‍💨 → Banter, ego clashes, tension from first meet Slow Burn Romance → Attraction builds painfully slowly Grumpy × Sunshine → Rudraksh = control, silence → Meher = chaos, warmth Opposites Attract → Royal discipline × Free-spirited modern girl Royal Heir × Independent Woman CEO × CEO / Business Rivals 🔥 Powerful Man Falls First 😏 He Falls Harder

#1 in Friends To Lovers Trope! "Sia I love you please don't avoid me like this. I'm not asking you to return my feels. Just don't ignore me? Please? It hurts so much." ~Atharva Malhotra who fell for his bestfriend. Will his feelings always be one sided? "Even if I like him in the future, there is no chance of us having a great and happy future. Don't even dream about this Sia!" ~Sia Sharma, stuck between many decisions. Will she accept his feelings? Let's go through the adventures of their love story and find whether they have a happy future? *Please ignore the grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language!* *All right are reserved for this story!* Please Support and I hope this doesn't disappoints you. :p

When Elizabeth moves back to her hometown of Everwood after a painful breakup, she doesn't expect her first stop at a cozy little coffee shop to change everything. Behind the counter is Rebecca-warm, captivating, and effortlessly charming-but Elizabeth has no idea that Rebecca is the wife of her best friend, Ryan. As chance encounters turn into lingering conversations over coffee, Elizabeth and Rebecca feel an undeniable spark. They laugh, share stories, and slowly begin to lean on each other-but both are blissfully unaware of the hidden connections between them. Over time, their friendship deepens, and the chemistry grows impossible to ignore. Each stolen glance, every shared secret, pulls them closer in a slow-burning dance of desire, longing, and forbidden attraction. With hearts on the line and boundaries they never expected to cross, Elizabeth and Rebecca must navigate the tension between what they feel and the lives they've built. A slow-burn, forbidden romance about love, self-discovery, and the danger of falling for someone you're not supposed to. (Some scenes are inspired by movie, including but not limited too; imagine me and you, I can't think straight, hunting wives...)

She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding- one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story- to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along.

"පො..රොන්දු වෙන්..න කො..ච්..චර කා....ලයක් ගි..ය..ත් මා..වම හොයා..ගෙන එ..නවා කිය..ලා කැහ්.. ක්..හැක්" "පොරොන්..දු වෙ..න..වා ක්..හැක්.. මේ ආ..ත්මේ බැ..රි.. වුන..ත් ලබන හැ..ම ආත්මය..ක..ම කාටත් කලි..න් ක්..හැ..ක් මගේ..ම ක..රගන්..නවා කි..යලා" දුක් කඳුළු ගංඟාවකින් කෙළවර වූ එකට බැඳුනු හිත් දෙකක කතාවකට සතුටුදායක අවසානයක් දෙනු පිණිස යළි ගමන් ඇරඹු ආදරය නම් වූ අකුරු හතරක් තුළ කැටි වූ දෙසිතක කතාවක්.... නොවෙනස්වූ වූ ආදරයක් සමඟ පැමිණි භව දෙකක්.....✨🤍

Mattheo gripped her wrists, not to pull her closer, but to hold her at bay. His knuckles were white. "Consider me dead." He whispered, his eyes swimming with a pain so deep it looked like drowning. "Because I would rather you hate me and be alive than love me and be buried. Next year... there is no 'us.'" He let go of her wrists as if her skin had burned him. The silence that followed was heavier than the shouting, the kind of silence that happens right after a fuse has run out, but before the world actually ends. "You're a coward." She whispered, the word hit him harder than the shove did after he had let go of her wrists. Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. "You're so fucking afraid of losing me that you're willing to get yourself killed." Mattheo flinched as if she'd slapped him. For a second, the boy she loved flickered in his eyes, longing, desperate, and terrified. Then, his expression went dead. The shutters came down, leaving him looking like a marble statue of a prince who had already lost his kingdom. "Call me whatever you want." He said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "But stay away from me. If you see me in the corridors, turn around. If I look at you, look away. From this moment on, I don't know you." He turned to leave, his cloak billowing behind him like a funeral shroud. The explosives had gone off, just like they always did between them. But this time, there was no smoke to clear, no thrill in the aftermath. There was only the smell of burnt air and the realization that Parker was standing in the middle of a ruin he had built as an attempt to keep her from harm. Ranking #1 mattheoriddle 24-02-2026 #1 riddle 19-04-2026 #2 slow burn 01-04-2026

~ "We lived in the spaces between words, in the ache of almost." ~ a slow-burn story of two people learning to find themselves in the wreckage of what love left behind. an actress haunted by insomnia, heartbreak, and the fear of being replaceable, crosses paths with a songwriter whose world is colored by loneliness even in the brightest rooms. what begins as quiet companionship slowly becomes something neither of them expected - a love that feels both dangerous and necessary, fragile and grounding. their story lingers in silences, half-spoken confessions, and the kind of intimacy that comes not from touch, but from being seen. it is a portrait of aching hearts and hesitant hope, of love that hurts but heals in equal measure. two people who never thought they'd be chosen - until they chose each other.

this story contains all ships, these stories are oneshots (its up to me if i want to make a special part)

When Nani fled the country to escape his family's suffocating expectations, he anticipated a fresh start. Instead, he collided headfirst with Sky, the commanding captain of an elite Special Air Force unit. Unbeknownst to Nani, Sky is also his best friend's older brother-and the man whose bed Nani has been occupying for a week. What begins as a lethal misunderstanding, marked by a knife at the captain's throat and a fierce standoff between a skilled soldier and a wary soul vigilant for danger, gradually evolves into an unexpected and profound love. Though Sky initially detests Nani's disruptive presence, his icy exterior eventually softens. Time and care transforms him into Nani's fiercest protector, shielding Nani from his inner demons and the dark shadows of his past that refuse to remain buried. Yet, Sky is not the only one standing guard. Nani discovers an unlikely family within Sky's inner circle-friends who embody chaos in the most endearing way. Alongside two playful puppies, Neona and Smyle, Nani's life transitions from one of fear to a journey filled with warmth, new opportunities, and genuine care.

"IT'S A PHUWINPOND STORY." In a world built on legacy, contracts, and names that carry more weight than the people who inherit them, two lives quietly collide under circumstances neither of them chose. Pond moves through life like he's trying not to disturb it-soft-spoken, careful, always a step back from taking up too much space. He smiles easily, but never lingers where he feels like he doesn't belong. Phuwin, on the other hand, exists in precision and silence-controlled, composed, and far too used to keeping everything exactly where it should be. When their worlds overlap, nothing about it feels simple. Not the distance between them. Not the way conversations stop short. Not the way presence alone begins to mean more than words ever do. Surrounded by people who see too much, say too little, and understand far more than they should, both of them are forced to navigate something that doesn't fit neatly into expectations or arrangements. Some things are written down. Some things are carefully agreed upon. And some things begin quietly-without permission, without warning, and without ever asking to be noticed.

She spent years watching the ball, only to realize she'd been missing the biggest play of her life right next to her at the non-striker's end. A Jemriti Fanfiction.

Silvio Salvatore He was the kind of man who made power look effortless, like it was stitched into his skin. His voice carried quiet authority, smooth but with an undertone that could make even the boldest man hesitate. Behind the calm exterior was a mind built on precision and patience, the kind that dismantled empires one calculated move at a time. Silvio Salvatore didn't raise his voice; he didn't have to. His silence alone could make people confess things they hadn't even done. He wasn't cruel for pleasure, only for purpose. And when purpose demanded hardness, he delivered it without hesitation. He had built an empire out of loyalty and respect both equally earned. There was nothing he hated more than mysteries. And she was the greatest one of all. The Black Swan. The shadow everyone spoke about but no one had truly seen. Every lead faded before it reached the truth. Until one day, she decided to let him find her. --- Ariana Sinclair She smiled at everyone, her sarcasm easy, her laughter infectious-almost harmless. She was the Black Swan, a name carried through whispers. A ghost in a world that lived on secrets, moving with purpose and precision, leaving nothing but questions behind. Nobody knew her, nobody caught her, and nobody crossed her path without her permission. Silvio found her not by chance, but by her choice, on her terms. Beneath the charm lay a past that shaped her into everything the world feared and admired. Beauty was her lure, innocence her disguise, but her eyes told the real story, sharp, aware, and unyielding. And in the game of shadows they were about to play, one truth remained: nothing would be the same again.

Amalia Beaumont was a name everyone on the small island Outer Banks had heard before. Not only did she belong to one of the most influential families living there, but she was a social butterfly, known by everyone. Her life was already planned by her parents, but she didn't mind. She loved being a Kook, even though she seemed to be more perfect than she actually was. She made wrong decisions and didn't care that she did. Maybe one of those decisions was letting a certain Kook into her life that she couldn't stand, that would soon change it all. Because love isn't known for smart decisions. !Mature Content!

They weren't heroes. They were just kids trying to survive monsters while becoming some themselves. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Season 1 to Season ?? [Stiles Stilinski x original character]

"dont tellt anyone... promise?" "I wanna break up... It's all bc of her" "Don't leave me... I promise I won't do it again!!!" (All for fun) Warning: -swearing -a little heat when kissing -freaky text messages (mostly chan and minho but their already 18 so)