Softboy Stories

"You still don't say much, huh?" Suzu smiled, skipping a pebble across the water. "...You always said enough for both of us," Riku murmured, eyes fixed on the ripples. She turned to him, quieter now. "I missed you." He paused, then finally met her gaze. "I never stopped." IN WHICH- a boy returns to the village where he spent a large part of his childhood to spend his holidays and finds the girl who once made the world feel safe, his best friend and first love. ═══════ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : ONGOING. 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 : 23/07/2025 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 : XX/XX/202X @ktty_mocha

Léonie Durand has always felt too much. Music, moments, silence ,everything settles in her chest like a melody. At eighteen, she studies music in Paris, trying to turn her emotions into something beautiful. Emmanuel Maroun is the opposite. Soft voice, clear glasses, gentle eyes ,he speaks only when he needs to. Freshly arrived from Lebanon to study art, he's still learning how to exist in a city louder and faster than his quiet heart. They come from different worlds, different rhythms her storm of feelings, his calm thoughtful silence. Paris is big. But not big enough to keep two souls like theirs from colliding. Somewhere between his silence and her storm... something begins.

Yoona's summer plans were simple: survive the history exam, avoid awkward small talk, and recharge by the sea with a good book. Falling for her brother's best friend? Not on the agenda. But when quiet, bookish Nate offers to help her study, late-night cramming sessions turn into beach walks, stolen glances, and something she never expected-real connection. Between heart-to-hearts under the stars and slow, tender moments that make her chest ache, Yoona starts to wonder if this summer might mean something more. As college approaches and the end of summer looms, friendships shift, love blooms, and secrets unravel-including one that could change everything about the bet they made during the first week at the beach... "I knew that if I wanted to make a move, this was the moment. I snuck a glance at her-her skin glowed under the soft radiance of the lanterns' flickering light. She looked so beautiful. I didn't want to ruin it by saying anything. Instead, I looked down at her hand. Slowly, I shifted mine toward hers, careful not to startle her. She seemed deep in thought, mesmerized by the beauty above us. My hand brushed against hers, then I pulled away instinctively-but when I reached out again, this time a bit more bravely, she didn't retreat. Instead, she moved closer. And when our fingers finally intertwined, I closed my eyes and let the happiness rush through me. The tension in my chest evaporated, and I finally exhaled." New chapter every day - double updates on Fridays!

What will happen when Soobin meets a particular pink-haired man while choking on sand?

Twenty two year old (Y/N) falls in love with who she thought was the sweet bubbly Caleb Finn, but maybe the dark TikToks he made weren't all an act....

"Noona?!" "Hey buttercup." Where he befriends BigHit's major sponsor. feat. Jeon Jungkook and Vincenzo Cassano

Seo-jun lives a happy and simple life. Helping out his grandparents with their tea shop, living not far away from them with a fluffy black cat. He loved his job, he loved talking to customers, and he loved the peace. It was heaven. Until it wasn't. One day, his grandma falls ill and ends up in the hospital. The medical bills turned out to be high and Seo-jun realised that his and Grandpa's only job at the tea shop was not enough. Having no other option than to look for additional jobs, Seo-jun begins his search. After a while he painfully realises that it's a hard task; a fast-applying job with good pay was impossible to find! That continues until Seo-jun accidentally stumbles upon an interesting offer... Saya doesn't live a simple life, at least not the way she ideally wished at the beginning. Saya is a famous writer, and the world is loving her books! Saya lives the life of her childhood dreams, what seems to be wrong? Well, Saya has a major problem; she can't speak to people. Correction: she is afraid to speak to people even though she hates them. For five years, Saya remained in her apartment and rarely went out. Due to her unusual temper, many housekeepers resigned with complaints, and thus the offer was always active. The young writer is willing to give good money for this job, in hopes that the next housekeeper will stay permanently. What will happen when Saya hires Seo-jun? Will she be able to stand him? Will Seo-jun be able to stay in her awfully quiet world?

The plan was simple: press the bell and run. Easy. Except... I didn't even get to touch it. The door opened. I froze. A girl stepped out-older than us, maybe by a year or two. Long straight hair, calm expression. Casual, but perfect. And painfully familiar. Yusuf's sister. From Instagram. From that Eid post. Panic hit. My brain: static. Useless. "Uh... does Beenish aunty live here?" WHO. IS. BEENISH. AUNTY. She blinked. "No." "Okay, sorry! Wrong house. Allah Hafiz!" I spun around and half-tripped my way to the nearest bush-where Zainab had already thrown herself like the absolute traitor she is. I started smacking her. "YOU SAID YOU'D STAY WITH ME!" She was wheezing. "Your face! Oh my God, your FACE!" "I panicked! I asked for a fake aunty!" We were still giggling when- The door creaked again. Slower. Heavier. Zainab's laughter stopped. "Zainab," I whispered. "I think... it's him." I turned-just slightly. And there he was. Saif. Plain black tee, sweatpants, and that same cap from his profile. Tall. Calm. Phone in hand. He looked sharper in real life. Taller too. Like the air around him knew who he was before I did. His eyes scanned the street, slow and aware, like he felt something was off. I forgot how to exist. Zainab leaned in. "He's hotter in real life." "Shut. Up." He hadn't seen us. But I saw him. And seeing him like that-real, breathing, quietly magnetic-was something else. He wasn't just a pixelated post anymore. He was here. And somehow, even across the street, he had that pull. Zainab started poking me. qt qt qt on repeat. I elbowed her so hard she nearly fell. Then-his eyes swept the street. Paused. On a cat. He bent down, gently scratched behind its ears. Like they were best friends reuniting after war. We ducked. Hard. And in that moment, I knew two things: One, I was going to murder Zainab. Two, I was absolutely going to remember this forever. And that's how I met him.

[Completed Novel] Burned by his past, Adrian is a salty human with a knack for avoiding romance like it's the plague. But destiny has other plans for him, specifically a girl with laundry detergent eyes and a serious addiction to waffles. It's life's funny way of saying, "Oh honey, you better buckle up." [contains themes of abuse and trauma] Now available on Amazon in hardback and paperback!! Properly edited too, so you should buy yourself a pretty book to put on your bookshelf ;)

He gave her roses that wilted by morning. The other boy - the one who never said a word - simply held the door open. Ira waited six years for love. What she found instead was betrayal, silence, and a hand that never tried to hold her... but never let her fall. A slow-burn story of broken truths, quiet glances, and what it means to be truly seen.

Rafaele Xavier Murillo-Raffy to the people who barely know him, Raffa to the ones who never stayed-is eighteen, broken in quiet ways, and obsessed with flowers because they don't talk back or leave. Orphaned at six, raised by siblings who already gave up too much, Raffy learns early how to disappear: come home late, sleep light, ask for nothing. By day, he's the six-foot-three basketball captain nobody cheers for. By night, he's a boy selling flowers under city lights, bleeding pride for survival. Valentina Alison Garcia-Vale-is fire wrapped in silk. Short, sharp-tongued, beautiful, and impossible to love. Poor but proud, angry but talented, she leads the art club like a war zone and keeps her heart locked behind annoyance and attitude. They've known each other since second grade. They don't hate each other. They just never learned how to be kind. Two broken kids. One city that eats the soft alive. And flowers that bloom even when stepped on.

It's been the end of the world for about a hundred years now, give or take. A magical apocalypse something or other, and nothing is the way you and I remember it. Except for a Starbucks. There's always a Starbucks, even when there's no world to advertise to anymore. And in that Starbucks lives a quiet, bookish wreck named Kona. His life is thrown into disarray when a robbery gone awry gives him a chance to find his father, the man controlling the world. And maybe, he might be able to put the world back. Or get himself and his knew friends killed trying.

To clarify this story is NOT and I repeat NOT for children.... Also I hope you enjoy it!😌 _______________________________________________________ Anastasia is what they call me. Yeah I'm that one woman you don't want to be enemies with. You either stand with me, stand beside me, or stand behind me. Men think just because I'm a woman they are already stronger than me, like hunny, your a dead man walking if you think that. _________________________________________ " You said you'd bow to no man....princess.." No I said I'd bow to no boy. "You said man." Your ruining the moment, you know that. "Sorry, princess," he says with a smirk. _________________________________________ -Im lokey excited to be writing this, it's about to get juicy, hehe😏-

In a world where power shaped destiny, every soul was born with a gift. Some commanded the oceans, others split the skies with lightning. From birth, strength carved paths-kings were chosen not by blood, but by flame, steel, or storm. The strongest ruled. The weakest bowed. And yet, in the heart of the crimson empire, where fire sat upon a golden throne, a love story began-quiet, fragile, and nearly impossible. One bore the sun in his veins. The other, a breeze barely felt. But sometimes... the softest wind dares to touch the fiercest flame.

Some emotions never fade. Some become weapons. Ren is a mercenary haunted by echoes of emotions that aren't his own. On a routine mission, he rescues a mute girl with a broken past-and unknowingly triggers a chain of events that will unravel both of them. Bound by silence, grief, and something far more powerful than fate, they travel a world ruled by gods of feeling... where the deeper your heart reaches, the heavier the price. But healing has a cost. And sometimes, regret speaks loudest when it whispers. "EchoHeart: Whispers of Regret" is a quiet, emotional fantasy that begins as a story of healing-but reality, like the heart, is rarely gentle.

Elliott is a 12-year-old stag-human hybrid; abandoned on the porch step of Hannah and Keith Addo with a note only containing his name and birthday. They took him in and raised him alongside their children, Anna and Benny, who almost immediately became best friends with him. A lot of bad things had happened in Elliott's past which affects him immensely in a negative way, but he almost never talks about it, Benny and Anna are extremely protective of him partly because of that. Elliott can not summon his Anima, but Elliott hangs on to hope that he will meet his Anima one day, but he can not use his powers until he can summon his Anima just like everyone else (even though most can summon their Anima at age 3 or 4). WARNING: This book will be discussing sensitive and triggering topics. I am not an expert in these topics so if there are discrepancies then please feel free to point them out. Triggering topics may include but are not limited to: Suicidal thoughts, Abuse, Cursing, Violence, Blood, Suicidal actions, Mental disorder/illness, and others that have yet to be named. If any of that triggers you please don't read for the safety of yourself.

Barefoot at Midnight She escapes to the rooftop to breathe. He's already there, hidden in the dark. No names. No questions. Just midnight, stars, and a slow, secret love that feels like home.🌸 A soft, emotional slow-burn about healing, connection, and falling for someone who sees the real you-when no one else does. "They met barefoot under the stars-no names, just feelings too big for daylight. 💞💞

Being a Formula 1 rookie means the whole world is watching. But this story isn't about lap times, podiums, or pressure. It's about the moments in between. This mini-series explores different "what if" scenarios with Kimi Antonelli - where each chapter stands alone, with no connection unless stated otherwise. One chapter, you're strangers. The next, best friends. Then maybe his girlfriend. Or a mechanic, engineer, strategist, or someone who never planned to fall for a rookie in the first place. Different worlds. Different dynamics. Different versions of how you and Kimi could meet. Same Kimi - soft-spoken, thoughtful, quietly intense. And sometimes... more than just a rookie.

We met online, which is how I've always imagined it. We poured our souls out in text. But meeting in person is terrifying. I've never had a real relationship. I've fallen in unrequited love and written about love since I was nine. But this is real. At least, I hope so.

Roy just wanted to be the bad boy when he went to high school, but to be a bad boy you must give up anything that is considered "girly". And sweets are definitely part of that category. But Roy has an obsession with sweets so what does he do? Drive an hour away from anyone he knows and goes to his favorite sweet shop of course. But just his luck Roy was found out by Carmen, and he will not let this chance to blackmail the bad boy go by.