Realistic Stories

he was forced into an arranged marriage by his family. 8 months into the marriage, there was not a single word spoken between husband and wife. no love. no fight. just pure silence. but what happens when silence slowly starts feelings...different? Small note: hey, i'm writing about my own arranged marriage from a some year back(2016-17 ). i don't really know how to write it in a in a polished way, so i'm just writing it exactly the way i remember it.... casual, a bit messy like a personal diary. since i'm from nepal, there might be a few minor mistakes in some hindi phrases or in my english as well.

He did everything a man was supposed to do. He worked. He provided. He endured. But in the quiet moments, a question haunted him- Was he ever enough? This is not a story about heroes. This is a story about a husband, a father, and the silent weight of expectation. About love that feels uncertain. About worth measured in silence. About the fear of being replaced without ever being told why. Some wounds are not loud. Some battles are fought inside. And sometimes, the hardest question a man can ask is the simplest one: Am I enough?

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"I hate you and your stupid dimples." I bit out, irritation lacing my voice. "Atleast you noticed the stupid dimples." He said flashing a bigger grin. My fists clenched, I was going to punch this man. I was definitely going to punch him. "And I love you and your adorable curls." He whispered leaning down, And my heart fluttered, betraying me. I have no time for love. My goal is simple. And I don't get distracted. ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ In which, Olive Brown, Recently turned 19 and graduated. Just found out she has a sister all the way in NYC. Her desire for finding her sister takes over and this desire takes her to NYC. She obviously needs a place to stay, and she ended up staying in a house with 3 other people: Iris, her recent school friend, Iris's brother, Sebastian. And Sebastian's irritating golden retriever of a friend, Asher Vane. Asher Vane, Standing at a height of 6'1, with facial features you can't help but feel like they were handpicked by God himself to construct a man like him, His brown eyes and dimples are bound to ruin Olive. But Olive doesn't give up easily, She's in NYC for one thing and one thing only. Nobody can distract her, Not even a strange dimpled man that she wishes to strangle. Or so she thought. ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

Karin counts. Steps to the door. Minutes until the bus. Nights since her mother died. It's how she keeps herself in one piece - has been since she was twelve, since the first time Hark called it love. She's seventeen now. Her father works two jobs and barely sees her. Her best friend doesn't reply to texts. She takes the late shift at the gas station and saves for university - somewhere far, anywhere far. Hark is twenty-six and isn't done with her. He left her book on the bench by the bus stop. Open. On the page she didn't read. Axi can't sit still. He's seventeen. His sister Teri raises him with bandages and silence. He gets in fights he doesn't start. He owes five hundred euros he doesn't have. He thinks in the third person when things get bad - someone is sitting on the bed, that someone is me, technically. He doesn't know what he feels, but he notices the ceiling has a crack in it now, and he didn't notice before. When Karin tries to compliment his backpack - they own the same book, the one with the silver lettering - he hears mockery and walks away. It goes worse from there. A dual-POV story about two seventeen-year-olds who can't get out of their own way long enough to be saved by each other - and a man from the past who isn't waiting forever. 📖 Light novel format - short chapters (1500-2000 words), alternating narration, slow burn, dry dark humor. ⚠️ Content Warnings: stalking and grooming (background threat from adult antagonist; the romantic leads are both 17 and the relationship contains no sexual content), physical violence, bullying, recreational drug use, references to past abuse, dissociation, parental absence, grief, strong language.

At eighteen, she was supposed to be living her life. Instead, she inherited a fortune... and a future she never chose. With her parents gone, she becomes the sole heir of a powerful company-along with a condition written in their last will; she must get married to secure her future and protect her younger brother. But she doesn't want a title. She doesn't want control. She just wants to breathe. So she makes a choice-to disappear in plain sight. In her university, she becomes someone else. A quiet "nerd." A girl no one notices. A mask so perfect, even the world forgets she exists. Because if no one knows her... no one can own her. Until she meets him. The one person who starts looking too closely. The one person who sees cracks in her carefully built disguise. The one person she was never supposed to fall for. But what neither of them knows is this: He is falling for a girl who doesn't truly exist. And she is becoming someone she swore she could never be. In a world of contracts, inheritance, and hidden identities... love was never part of the plan. But some hearts were never meant to stay hidden.

Seven years. Pitong taon na naging "resident martyr" si Autumn "Oti" Garcia sa relasyon nila ni Allen. Sa opisina, she's the favorite target ng mga bullies, pero okay lang-kasi lagi siyang "sinasave" ng boyfriend niya. Akala ni Oti, she's the damsel in distress at si Allen ang kanyang Knight in Shining Armor. Not until that one fateful night sa isang bar. Through the loud music and clinking glasses, Oti overheard the brutal truth. Hindi pala siya "The One" para kay Allen. In front of their colleagues, he bragged about his "free nanny"-an all-in package na girlfriend, cook, cleaner, at emotional punching bag.

Love isn't always about two souls finding each other. Sometimes, it's about one soul-broken, bleeding, but still standing-avenging every soul it was forced to leave behind.

Vezaias is the new kid in school. He has a reputation of being a delinquent and a criminal. This quickly gains him popularity and near teen royalty status at his new expensive private school. On his first day he meets Ephraim, a boy who is bullied for his albinism. Between drama at school, Vezaias's abusive home life, and Ephraim who is neglected at home, how will they ever survive? And will Vezaias ever figure out his relationship with Ephraim before it's too late? LGBTQ story. Multiple trigger warnings. Book one of nine of a very long multi-story fantasy sci-fi romance series.

He lives for music in a world that calls it a waste. When someone finally listens, it doesn't save him-but it begins something he can't ignore.

It all started with Psychofiesta. A psychology department event that was supposed to be about psychology somehow turned into emotional warfare, public breakdowns, and one very questionable leadership decision- Mine. Somewhere between directing a production that was falling apart, questioning whether I was in love with Voji or Russell or just emotionally unstable and dealing with Akash, things got complicated. Then Adrien Maxwell walked in. And suddenly, this wasn't just confusion anymore. It was a mess. A love triangle? No. More like emotional geometry- with too many angles and no clear answers. Because liking someone is easy. Figuring out why...is where things falls apart.

She thought she knew how to protect herself. Stay quiet. Stay distant. Don't expect too much. It worked- until she met someone who didn't play by those rules. And now... the one thing she doesn't trust is the one thing that feels safe.

Being kind doesn't mean you'll be treated kindly. Shafiq learned that early in life. Branded by a past he can never escape, every good deed he does is questioned, twisted, and turned against him. The world sees him as a criminal long before it sees him as human.

Some stories don't start with something big. They start with small things. A seat in a classroom. A notebook that never gets finished. A pencil that was never returned. Aditya never really lost anything all at once. People just... left. Conversations got shorter. Moments passed before he could say anything. And somehow, that became normal. This isn't a love story. Not the kind you expect. It's about the things that almost happened. The words that stayed unspoken. And how some feelings don't go away, even when nothing ever really began.

It's a story of a middle-class boy, Ishaan, who isn't the cool guy of the class and Mayra who comes from a rich family.

Traviesa I type into the search bar. In slang, travieso (or traviesa) means naughty, mischievous, cheeky, playfully bad - often used for children or pets... Children. Or pets. I roll my eyes at my phone. Fck btches get money I type next. A music video pops up almost instantly. I click it. The screen fills with flashing lights, bass heavy. Girls. drugs. money. My heart drops a little. No- a lot- when a girl in a tiny bikini starts twerking on him. 1,024,388 views. This is what gets a million views. Analyssa Vega is just trying to get through her last year in a new city, a new school, and a life that still doesn't feel like hers. Then there's Diego- a name people are starting to recognize, a song pushing past a million streams, and a mindset that doesn't slow down for anyone. She's an artist too. And once she steps into that world, it doesn't feel like something you can just walk away from. Everything around him moves fast- music, attention, late nights, people always watching. And for the first time, Lyssa isn't just on the outside of it. She's in it. But the deeper she goes, the harder it is to tell what actually feels right- and what she's just learning to accept to keep up. Because it's not just about him. It's about who she's becoming in a world that doesn't wait- and whether she can keep up without losing herself in it.

He doesn't know when it started. Not the moment. Not the reason. Just that somewhere between a new school, familiar routines, and conversations that didn't seem important- something stayed. She wasn't supposed to matter. Not like that. But some people don't leave when they're gone. They stay in the way you think. In the things you remember. In the silence between everything else. This isn't a love story. It's about something quieter than that. Something you don't notice until it's already real.

This chapter is from the book CLAIRE - THE WOMAN I BECAME published on Amazon.

Young Heloise Winchester, takes over toy making for her father to provide while teaching her little brother all by herself, earning money by continuing to illegally sell dolls in a toy shop by pretending her father is still living. Lionel Lindenhurst, the future Duke, is presented with two toys from a certain toymaker to gift as party favors for an event he has coming up. He agrees on this craftsman, and when he goes to buy more at the shop, he notices it's not a man, but a young girl carrying a box of dolls with a little boy in tow. While entering into a business agreement, the two must navigate friendship, class disparities, secrets, and growing feelings. **UPDATES WEEKLY**

ක්‍රශ් එකක් කියන්නෙත් මහ මල වදයක් රෙද්ද! ඇයි ඉතින් හැරුනත් ඇතිනෙ මගුල. එපා වෙනවා! මමත් මේ සති ගානටම කල්පනා කරනවා ඇයි මේකාව මට මෙහෙම දැනෙන්නෙ කියලා. දෙයියන්ගෙ නාමෙට ඒ අර දොර නිසා නම් වෙන්න බෑ.. මොනා වුණත් ඒකා ලස්සනයි. තලඑලලු සුදක් තියෙන්නෙ. රවුම් ඇස්.. ම්ම් ඇහැ ගාව තියෙන ලස්සන උපන් ලපේ. ඔච්චරයි ඉතින් මම වැඩිය දේවල් දන්නෙ නෑ. දැන ගන්න ලොකු වුවමනාවකුත් නෑ. ඒක නිකන් ඇට්‍රෑක්ශන් එකක් විතරයිනෙ. රශ් වෙන්න දෙයක් නෑ.. [Pov : Introvert in love ] -Wild Orchids , Mine- Started : 2025.06.22 Republished : 2025.09.10 ONGOING [BL]