Longing Stories

Almost three years after going their own separate ways, Gon and Killua ache for each other and want to see one another now more than ever before. When the stars seem to mysteriously align just right, the two cross paths, but find that everything they once thought they felt for each other is gone. Facing unknown feelings, strange thoughts, and many, many obstacles, the two find that they want something more, but, as it seems to always work, the world won't let them. Will Killua and Gon manage to navigate their way past these struggles, or will they let everything they once loved burn to ash? Read if you want to find out. (First book ever, might be terrible. Also, first chapters won't be great, it gets better after possibly the fifth or sixth chapters. Cover is not mine, all rights to the artist. The characters aren't mine nor is HXH.) WARNING: Contains Boy Love, swearing, A LOT of angst, violence and blood, alcohol, occasional smoking, and mentions of suicide, no smut. Enjoy reading!~

What if they have to separate because of a child ?

"They were supposed to be friends. But somewhere along the way, they became everything." Jules Maybank has spent her whole life surviving-surviving a broken home, an abusive relationship, and the kind of pain that never fully leaves. She's mastered the art of pretending: perfect smiles, brushed-over bruises, and telling everyone she's fine when she's falling apart inside. She's the tough one. The quiet storm. The girl with sharp eyes and softer scars. John B. Routledge has always been her constant-ever since she ran into him in the third grade with juice box hands and wide-eyed wonder. He was her secret first love, her middle school boyfriend, the one who saw her before the world broke her. But that was then. And this is now. Now, she belongs to someone else. Now, she's the girl behind guarded eyes and walls too high to climb. And John B? He's just trying to keep his own world from falling apart. But as fate keeps pulling them back together-late-night conversations, unspoken glances, shared silence where words don't reach-John B starts to see what's been right in front of him this whole time. That maybe Jules Maybank isn't just his past. Maybe she's his future. And Jules? She starts to realize that love doesn't have to hurt. That maybe she doesn't have to shrink herself to be wanted. That maybe, just maybe, she can be loved like she's the only girl in the world-by the one boy who always saw her, even when she couldn't see herself. In a world that's torn them down, can they choose each other? Or will love slip away before either of them is brave enough to reach for it? He was the calm in her storm. She was the light he didn't know he needed. And together? They might just be everything.

This is the direct continuation of 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒐𝒏: 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒑 (𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 2). What really happened that day in the hospital? Was confronting Dewraj a mistake? And why did everything change after that night? The answers lie in the final chapter of the Longing Series. No one is the same anymore. Abhi carries the weight of a mistake that was never truly his. Ansh shoulders responsibilities far heavier than his age should allow. Adhir burns with anger toward the person he once called brother. Aarav stands in the middle, trying desperately to keep his family from shattering completely. And the rest... they are surviving in their own silent ways. But one thing binds them all together. Grief. The grief of an absence that echoes in every corner of the house. Someone's father. Someone's friend. Someone's brother. And the one who once held their fragile world together.

☾ ♡ ✧ not a story- just a collection of feelings we just couldn't place ♡ poems about quiet love glances, pauses, unsaid things ✧ about missing someone even when they're near about knowing them before touching ☁︎ some warm, some aching, some words you've never spoken ♡ ⋆｡˚ if you've ever loved softly, silently, too deeply- this is for you ☾ ♡ ✧

Fragments , of things that sometimes haunt me things that are..... i try to run from but they haunt my mind and force me to confront them.Some of them good , some of them not so good , sometimes donr make any sense , but I write them down.

A journey through two sides of Love, the feeling that catches you off guard, and the meaning that teaches you patience, understanding, and letting go.

After a tragic accident steals her younger sister and leaves her drowning in guilt, Phoebe moves to California with nothing but a promise-to chase her dream of opening a bakery, no matter how impossible it seems. Struggling to make ends meet, she takes a babysitting job for Dean Walker, a powerful CEO and widowed father who has long buried his grief beneath work and responsibility. His daughter, Lilly, once raised in warmth and love, is now left clinging to fading memories of her mother, doing her best to comfort a father who no longer knows how to heal. But from the moment Phoebe enters their lives, something begins to shift. With her gentle nature and quiet strength, she brings light back into a home that had grown too silent. What starts as a simple job soon becomes something deeper-filled with unspoken emotions, lingering glances, and a fragile connection neither of them expected. Because sometimes, healing doesn't come in grand moments... but in the soft presence of someone who chooses to stay... ₊˚⊹♡

Poetry Book by Rachel Nyx

He rules the world through control. She moves through it with grace. He is a man carved from silence and arrogance, feared for his dominance, untouched by mercy. Pain taught him to build walls so high that even love was never meant to reach him. She is a Kathak dancer-disciplined, divine, and dangerously gentle. Her feet remember stories the world tried to erase, and her eyes carry a softness that refuses to be afraid. When their paths collide, it isn't love at first sight. It is tension. Resistance. War. He wants possession without vulnerability. She offers devotion without surrendering herself. But she doesn't tear down his walls-she waits beside them. And in her stillness, he begins to unravel. The man who never needed love finds himself starving for it. The woman who believes in rhythm learns the cost of choosing a broken heart. In a world ruled by power and silence, their love is a slow-burning rebellion-dark, disciplined, and devastatingly tender. Because some loves don't save you. They ruin you... beautifully.

A chaotic story based on real dreams I've had compiled into one cohesive story for your enjoyment. Follow Aislinn a girl who defies logic just by continuing to withhold sustenance as she attempts to navigate a life she didn't choose

A story of a dragon who wanders a place that should not exist. Endless rooms. Shimmering water. No exits. This story is about adapting, remembering and becoming. Her name will matter-eventually.

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.

I chased everything and gained nothing, leaving only emptiness behind but when she came back, I knew I'd rewrite every mistake just to keep her.

Niyati is a story of intertwined lives-students navigating love, rivalry, and the quiet pull of fate, where emotions run deep and some connections are simply meant to happen. Their paths cross in unexpected ways, bringing together different stories and kinds of love, because sometimes fate doesn't choose one story... it writes many. Not every connection is planned; some are written by destiny, unfolding softly, profoundly, and unforgettable.

ORIGINAL IDEA BY @fictionbyvivi It's hard to love a k-pop idol who hates himself but she has enough love for the both of them BangChan x Fan

what the heart yearn is not heard from the sound of the mouth - but from the rhythm of its beating

'Out into the wastelands, travelling from nowhere to nowhere. Alone but not alone. A fellow kindred soul keeps Anita company in her disguised misery - a mutual unspoken understanding. He didn't speak of it and neither did she. That sadness that was always there, the ghost in the corner of the room.' Anita and Itachi are travelling together on one final long journey, leaving the heartaches of Konoha far behind them Original Character. Anita Original Character x Itachi (OC) Slow-Burn * #3 in serious * #12 in heartache * #14 in loneliness * #16 in itachi * #23 in soft * #26 in uchiha * #209 in naruto Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto characters. Naruto is a manga and anime by Mashashi Kisimoto.

"You know, when I was a little girl, I imagined you. Exactly as you are standing before me now." Seven things. Seven tiny, yet world-shaking details that make it impossible to let you go. This isn't just a crush, and it's not just simple love. It's the end of a lifelong search-a dream that finally took shape in reality. These are my thoughts to you. For you. About you. Because even when words fail me, every beat of my heart calls out your name. Even if we only get a single moment of eternity. A girl's honest, raw, and painfully beautiful confession to the boy who stepped out of her dreams.

Set during the First World War, the story intends to explore the different perspectives of two individuals through a series of letters. Some meant to be read, some not. This version shows a quiet life, marked by the memory of someone he could never forget. His letters remained unsent, his love folded away with the parts of himself the world was never meant to see. Another version, written in collaboration with @snxww_flxkes - a life cut short by war, with love and hope tucked away in his pocket. He died holding onto words meant for someone who would never know the truth.