Aestheticwriting Stories

𝓘𝓼𝓱𝓺 𝓑𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓪 [𝓓𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓵 𝓣𝓪𝓴] ✧𐙚✧ ✧𐙚______________𓂃♡𓂃____________ 𐙚✧ 𝒜𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒮ℯ𝒽𝑔𝒶𝓁 doesn't lose. Not in class, not in life, and definitely not to anyone-especially not to 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓇𝒾 𝑅𝒶𝒿𝓅𝓊𝓉, who lives to break rules, annoy the perfect Akshat, and drive him absolutely insane. Every time their worlds collide, sparks fly-sometimes literally-and neither can decide if they're furious or... something dangerously closer to obsessed. He's too disciplined to give in, she's too chaotic to care. Yet every stolen glance, every sarcastic retort, every accidental brush of hands drags them deeper into a war neither can win. 𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝐶𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎. ^᪲♡✧__________𓂃✧✦✧𓂃__________✧♡^᪲

A little universe made of characters who showed up in my brain and refused to leave. This is where I keep them all - the soft ones, the chaotic ones, the heartbreakers, the healers, the ones who feel too real at 2 a.m. Think of this book as a moodboard in motion: backstories, aesthetics, drama, and all the little details that make my OCs breathe. Welcome to the chaos. Welcome to the cast.

She has millions of readers, a bestselling pen, and a business empire built on discipline and brilliance. But outside the glossy covers of her books, she is... a walking chaos - soft-hearted, emotionally tangled, and carrying stories she never meant to write about her own life. When an unexpected friendship enters her world - one that feels too comforting, too genuine, too dangerous - her carefully built walls start cracking. Between deadlines, late-night conversations, hidden fears, and unspoken laughter, she learns that even the strongest women need someone who sees them beyond their success. This is a story about emotions that spill over, friendships that anchor you, and the quiet softness that survives even in the messiest chaos. Not romance. Not drama. Just a journey of two souls learning what it means to choose peace, loyalty, and the courage to be understood. Started: 10, January 2026. Time: 9:03 pm

This is not a love story. This is not a fairytale. This is a quiet space filled with the words I kept to myself- the late-night thoughts, the silent heartbreaks, the questions I never asked, and the feelings I was too afraid to say out loud. Thoughts I Never Said is a collection of raw, honest pieces- from overthinking moments and quiet realizations to fragments of joy, sadness, hope, and healing. These aren't perfect words. They're just real. If you've ever felt too much and said too little, maybe you'll find a part of yourself here too.

A deeply personal piece about one-sided love, self-doubt, and the quiet pain of "almost hope." It captures the fear of repeating old heartbreak while still holding onto a fragile maybe. It's about knowing the truth-but not being able to let go.

Non sempre si scappa da qualcosa. A volte si scappa da sé stessi. Keira non ricorda l'ultima volta in cui si è sentita davvero presente. Le giornate scorrono, i pensieri si sovrappongono, il corpo resta - ma qualcosa dentro si è fermato. Così un giorno, senza pensarci troppo, si ritrova al mare. Il sole brucia, le onde si rincorrono, le voci si mescolano al vento. Tutto è vivo. Tutto si muove. Eppure, dentro di lei, qualcosa resta immobile. Tra riflessi che si deformano e sensazioni che non trovano nome, Keira si perde - o forse si avvicina per la prima volta a ciò che è rimasto. Perché a volte basta un istante, fragile e impercettibile, per cambiare il modo in cui esistiamo. TW • Dissociazione • Disagio psicologico • Possibile contenuto emotivamente pesante

Two strangers, each quietly unraveling in the wake of deep personal loss-one grieving the death of someone they loved, the other reeling from the slow-burn devastation of a long-term relationship ending. They meet not in a burst of chemistry, but in stillness: mutual avoidance of their own feelings, shared routines, and the quiet company that doesn't demand anything... until it starts to mean everything.

"I blamed the correspondence of the twirling, mourned blood." A poetic monologue unraveling the aftermath of emotional war-where memory is fractured, truths are venom-laced, and even the moon feels too far to touch. This is not a love poem. This is a reckoning. As the speaker grapples with deception, mythology, and the remnants of a relationship that once felt divine, the past returns in waves-sweet, eerie, devastating. 🌌 What do we do when the person we trusted most becomes the ghost haunting our own reflection? For readers who crave: Emotionally raw lyricism Dreamlike imagery & metaphoric depth Themes of betrayal, myth, femininity, and self-reclamation You are invited into the ruins. Read slowly-some truths only bloom in the dark.

She's not a mystery-she's just unread. Iris has always lived in two worlds: the one where she smiles, laughs, and blends in-and the one inside her head, where chaos, love, fear, and beauty exist all at once. This is the story of a girl trying to become the version of herself that only she has ever imagined-graceful, bold, free. Through friendships, quiet heartbreaks, mirror talks, body struggles, and wild dreams of another country, she begins to write her own fate-one August at a time. This isn't just her story. It's yours too-if you've ever felt like you were almost something more. Because some girls don't break. They become.

We had the timing, the connection, and the dreams-just not the ending we wanted. Maybe in another lifetime, holding hands would mean forever. We weren't perfect, but for a moment, we made each other believe we could be. We laughed like we had all the time in the world, whispered promises under fading sunsets, and held on as if that could stop time from moving forward. But love isn't always about who stays the longest-it's about the people who make you feel alive, even if it's just for a while. Maybe we were never meant to last. Maybe we were only meant to meet, to change each other, and then let go. Still, if I could turn back time, I'd choose you again... even if the ending stays the same.

A raw piece about the stuff we bury deep - pain, hope, grief, healing - and the weird, quiet strength it takes to keep going. It's about not having to do it alone... even when it feels like you are. Inspired by moths, darkness, and finding your own damn light.

Grief settles heavily on Freya's shoulders as winter nears. With only a raven for counsel, she faces the silence of loss, the ache of memory, and the fragile light of hope. This is a story of love, farewell, and the strength it takes to keep moving forward.

A collection of short stories across every mood and genre from sweet romances that make you giggle, to confessions that ache with grief, to eerie tales that keep you up at night. Each chapter is its own world: some read like diary entries, some like secrets, some like daydreams, and some like nightmares. This isn't just fiction it's a mix of emotions we've all felt but rarely say out loud.

When I am with others, he doesn't even exist... But... when we are together... We are...just... Him & I...

It started with a message in an online game. A random stranger. A late-night conversation. And somehow, he became everything I didn't know I was searching for. We talked every morning, laughed at the same silly jokes, and dreamed of a bridge that could connect our worlds - mine and his, miles apart. And just when I thought he felt the same, he disappeared. No goodbyes. No explanations. Just silence where his name still echoes. They say first love never really fades. Maybe they're right. Because even after the silence, even after the pain, I still find him in every sunrise, and in every part of me that dares to believe in love again. Some people don't stay to love you for a lifetime. they stay to show you what love could be.

She was the kind of girl who carried storms in her silence - intuitive, mysterious, and too broken to let anyone in. After losing her parents in a tragic accident, Aaraya learned to hide behind calm smiles and unspoken words. Her world was quiet... until he walked in. Rivan wasn't ordinary. Behind his calm eyes lived the echoes of his own nightmares - the night his mother's death changed everything. Haunted by guilt and sleepless memories, he never believed he deserved peace... until he found her. When two fractured souls collide, the universe listens. They find solace in each other - until one misunderstanding tears them apart, leaving their hearts whispering across time and distance. Six months later, fate gives them one last chance. But can love heal what pain has already claimed? Or are some stars meant to shine together only in another lifetime?

this isn't a love story. it's about the almost, the maybe, and the hearts that met at the wrong time. he liked me. i didn't. and then one day, i did. this is for the ones who loved quietly, and lost even quieter.

Between life and death, between memory and forgetting ; a voice speaks from beneath the flowers laid too soon. A metaphor for how isolation transforms into healing when the weight of sorrow turns into light.

"she was nothing." ©all rights reserved 2022 (vaulce) -[ 1O / O1 / 2O22] -[ 22 / O1 / 2O22 ]✓ : current cover by me.

To the girl who never knew, these are the pieces of my heart I could never say out loud. Fragments of moments, thoughts, and emotions I could only write down. Maybe one day, if she stumbles upon this, she'll realize she had her own chapter in someone else's story.