Brooding Stories

Bella Callahan has spent every holiday at Briar, quietly in love with Carter Fletcher, the boy who has never noticed her. College at Sparrow should be a fresh start, a chance to escape the lake, the memories, and the ache of wanting him. But everything changes when she runs into Carter's best friend Jasper at her new school. Handsome, charming, and completely unexpected. Suddenly, Bella is caught between the boy she has always wanted and the one who makes her heart skip in ways she never imagined. A trip home for fall break brings Bella back to Willowbend, where her heart collides with Carter in ways she never thought possible... but Jasper isn't far behind, and the tension between past and possibility threatens to overwhelm her.

Raina Wilson has three unbreakable rules: No more broken boys. No more fixing anyone. And definitely no falling for the sarcastic, dark hoodie-wearing best friend of her toxic ex. Mateo Diaz knows the rules better than anyone-he wrote his own version years ago: Never fall for your best friend's ex. Never believe you're worthy of someone like her. Never let yourself hope. They've spent years circling each other-bickering in hallways, stealing glances during group projects, pretending the tension is just old neighbour rivalry. She tells herself he's off-limits. He tells himself he's not good enough. But when a college project forces them together, every sarcastic jab, every accidental touch, every late-night coffee run starts chipping away at the walls they've both built so carefully. The closer they get, the more it hurts to stay away. Because some rules were made to be broken... and some hearts were made to shatter before they can finally heal. - COMPLETE -

Princess Marjorie Blackmere was never meant to inherit the crown. She was the spare daughter. The quiet one. The princess raised to smile politely while her sister ruled. Until her sister was executed for treason. Now the king has revived an ancient tradition: noblemen from across the kingdom will compete in deadly trials for Marjorie's hand. The court expects a marriage. Marjorie has other plans. Because hidden beneath silk gowns and courtly manners is a mind sharpened by grief and ambition. While the suitors fight for her favor, Marjorie studies them-searching for someone ruthless enough to stand beside her. Then Hayes Velmora arrives. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. The heir to a powerful house with secrets buried deep in the kingdom's downfall. Hayes intends to manipulate the princess and claim the throne from the inside. Marjorie intends to use him. But as the trials grow bloodier and the court's conspiracies deepen, one thing becomes clear: Together, they are far more dangerous than either of them alone. And the crown may not survive them.

She was light, laughter, and daisy chains. He was silence, storms, and a past he refused to speak of. Lila Hart believes in silver linings, handwritten notes, and the kind of love that feels like a summer morning. She fills her sketchbook with colour and lives her life in full bloom-even when it hurts. Caelum Knox is a closed door with a warning sign. He's moody, brilliant, and untouchable-known on campus for his silence, not his feelings. When they're paired together for a college project, neither is thrilled. Lila's all about collaboration, creativity, and new ideas, while Caelum would rather keep to himself, hiding behind textbooks and staying out of the spotlight. But as ink stains on the midnight page and silence turns into stolen glances, Lila begins to see the cracks in Caelum's storm-and he finds himself chasing the warmth he thought he didn't deserve. But some skies carry lightning. And some suns burn out. What happens when the storm starts to love the light?

Despite being complete opposites, Hanan and Amal Muhtesan are as tight as sisters can be. That is until Hanan is approached by a handsome stranger who warns her about her sister's boyfriend, someone Hanan didn't even know existed, leaving her in a predicament until she figures out what she has to do. As goes the Russian proverb 'Trust, but verify'. Zulfi Anderson believes that if he inherited something from his rich and estranged father, it was his innate nature of being a recluse. Then one phone call alters that forever as he finds himself living with his dysfunctional family, being a father figure for a four year old and fighting attraction towards a certain female and even helping her out, none amongst that which he ever wanted but maybe , just maybe it would turn out to be something that he needs.

--- Ananya Rai is one step away from finally receiving her CPA license-a dream she's worked years for. But while she waits, she's drowning in shaadi pressure, annoying "perfect rishtas," and her ever-chaotic, over-involved Indian family. Enter Aaryan Singh Rathod, brooding billionaire, the human version of a storm cloud, and-unfortunately-her best friend's older brother. He's tired of his family throwing prospective brides at him like confetti. So, at a family function, he blurts the one thing that makes everyone stop breathing: "I'm already seeing someone. Ananya. I was going to propose soon." Ananya nearly faints. The lie spreads like wildfire. Now, she's fake-engaged to the grumpiest, most intense man she knows-and the scariest part? He promises to help her career in return. One deal. Six months. No real feelings. Only, their chemistry is real. His protectiveness is real. The way he looks at her? It's terrifyingly real. But what happens when the lie starts to feel like the truth? When the man who swore off love starts acting like he never did?

An anthology series of random stories I come up with. Themes range and vary, with no real direction. It's just a way to express how I feel in a certain period. Or ideas that I think up randomly. Anyways, enjoy.

Some love doesn't know when to let go. She thought love meant safety. He thought love meant possession. It started with small things - the way he stood too close, the way his hand lingered a second too long, the way he noticed every habit she didn't realize she had. He didn't cage her. He didn't control her. He just held on. Too tight. And the more she tried to pull away, the more intense he became - quieter, darker, more deliberate. Until one night, she realized something terrifying: He wasn't afraid of losing her. He was afraid of who she'd become without him. Now she has a choice - Stay where it's suffocating but familiar. Or cut the ties and see if he survives the fall. Because some love protects. And some love refuses to loosen its grip.

Hotshot music journalist Miranda Wilde loves a scoop. She uncovers a career-maker: Britain's golden boy of pop is cheating on his pregnant wife. The story goes viral within minutes, and - of course - she waits for her promotion. Except she's made a rookie mistake. Trisha Collins, the half-naked beauty splashed over every tabloid, is a major advertisers' daughter. Now Trisha is out for blood. Miranda's not exactly fired, but her fast-paced career falls off a cliff edge. She's shoved far from the limelight to work for a stuffy magazine, Classic, where she's been given an impossible task. Beau, Classic's handsome yet brooding editor, is angry at the world because circulation is declining. Aren't people interested in real music anymore? Beau insists that Miranda is unqualified to even be a music journalist. She doesn't know the basic construction of a pop song, let alone an orchestral ensemble. Miranda sees things differently. She believes Beau's a music snob. And worst of all, an uninspiring writer. Will Beau and Miranda be able to put their differences aside to save the magazine?

Never call your boss a prick, asshole, and sunshine on the first day of your job. I repeat never. Because after that he will make your life hell How did I know? Guess what, I did just that And it was not cool, I swear. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ DIANA JORDAN: A 23-year-old girl married to a drunkard Allen with a copper ring. She just graduated from the prestigious Thomas University and is making ends meet by waitressing in a cafe while searching for a real job. You will always find her nails beautifully decorated AIDEN BRIAN: A 27-year-old billionaire having abandonment issues, runs various clubs while having government in his pocket. He loves to read romantic novels but will kill anyone who comes to know this. Saudade: it is a Portuguese word meaning the feeling of longing or melancholy for someone or something. First published on 18th September'22 🥇1st in Aster Awards 2022 *PLEASE DON'T COPY MY WORK*

He told me to stay away. And I probably should've listened. Zane Carter's the kind of boy who keeps everyone at arm's length - all dark eyes, sharp words and that look that says he's already halfway gone. People at college talk. My brother hates him. And I knew from the start that getting involved would be a bad idea. But there's something about him I couldn't ignore. He's angry, distant a complete nightmare some days - and yet, when it's just the two if us, it's like he's someone else entirely. Someone kind. Someone real. They all say he'll break me. Maybe he will. But for some reason, I'm still standing here. And I don't think I'm ready to walk away. ~pls don't mind any grammatical errors, I will edit all of this once it is complete ~All characters are completely fictional and do not represent anyone in real life ~All credit to pinterest for the pictures Thank youuu

If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? - Williams Shakespeare I let it simmer , like a volcano, it grew slowly ,rising and wrapping around my heart like a vice. It was cold, hungry and deadly . I was out from the dungeons and now it was time for revenge. I don't care if I'm the villain in your story, I was the mother fucking hero in mine.

Wren has been traveling around the country wth her loyal Border Collie, Puck, when she lands a temp job as a mechanic on the sprawling Teller Farm and Estate in rural Montana. Everyone on the farm is warm and welcoming with the exception of her new boss, the handsome and brooding Lance Teller. The more Wren gets to know everyone at the farm, the more she realizes she isnt the only one trying to escape from their own past...and keep their own secrets.

Wattpad is notorious for their romantic cliches; the brothers best friend, the brooding bad boy and the jock. Yet, for the most part each cliche seems to exist separately in their own stories. But what will happen when Zali Peterson attracts the interest of all three? Will she find herself returning the favour and falling for them too? Or will 4 broken hearts await at the end of this love story?

Bios for all the boys ranging from 17y ears old to 4 months old

He is surrounded by darkness. He hides behind his beautiful mask. Zayne Ambrose is a ruthless vampire incapable of love. She is kind and compassionate. Her morals are strong, but how strong? Ivy Thorne is a fairy, a creature of faith and love. Ivy is forced to move to the Briarwood School for supernatural beings. A place where vampires, witches, fairies and werewolves all coexist. She is repulsed by the evil that is Alex Ambrose, yet fate always brings them together. Murders and secrets engulf the school. Ivy's curiosity and wonder will only be a detriment

So this is not another timid damsel in distress meets brooding werewolf story. (Although it makes for an excellent love story plot.) This is more along the lines of warrior damsel (still in distress, coz why not, right?) meets her match... or does she? With darkness and misery following her does she have enough courage to tame the beast ahead of her as well as the one inside?

My life was happy, sad, crazy, calm, hard, easy, boring and fun. In other words my life was Perfect. Until it wasn't and then it was over and everything I knew was a lie from the very moment I opened my eyes. My happy life was just a prison

When her parents die, teenager Gail Dorjee retreats into an angry, sarcastic shell. She hopes it will ease her pain, but all it gets her is a one-way trip from Kansas to a Seattle boarding school, the elite Osland Academy. As soon as she arrives, Gail clashes with Diana, the leader of the school's most powerful clique. The Winged make Gail's life hell until she find allies: her airhead roommate; a cowardly fellow victim of the Winged; and, bit by bit, Diana's boyfriend, the seemingly heartless Nick. Gail soon has bigger problems than Diana. One of her teachers hates her. Glasses shatter and fountains erupt around her. She can't swear no matter how hard she tries. An unseen force is keeping her on campus. And worst of all, she uncovers a plot that will give one person a precious gift at the cost of thousands of lives. Now Gail and her friends must stop the plot--not just to save lives, but to win a brain, the nerve, a heart and a home. Note: I'll be putting up the full novel here. I'll be posting new chapters every Saturday and Wednesday. Enjoy.

A forbidden love story between a brooding, dark immortal assassin and his ever-reincarnating soulmate, who is killed in every life before they can truly be together. ------------------------------ What would you do if the hooded man you've been dreaming of since you were 7 showed up out of nowhere, claiming to be your soulmate? That he was immortal and you had been re-incarnated over a hundred times. That's exactly where Aurora finds herself. He was the perfect predator, seemingly dark and light and the same time. He knew the playing field when it came to her. He seemed to just know her in a way she never thought possible. From the first moment, she was instantly drawn to him like a moth to a flame, but she could never place why. What she didn't know was that he felt her connection, too, and it was a bond tethering both of them through eons of time and space. ~*~ Excerpt: "I want to know, Quinn." Her eyes fluttered up to his face, half expecting to be able to see him, but as always, he was hidden. Quinn's breath hitched at the sound of his name on her tongue, and he made a low noise. "This is the first time you said my name." His voice had gotten softer, gentler. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the pain, or perhaps it was some primal instinct, but she liked the effect she had on him. Much to her internal protest, his gloved hand left her knee. However, it wasn't all a loss since it found a new home resting on her cheek. Aurora closed her eyes and leaned into his hand; her hand reached up to cover his own. "Quinn." She let his name land on her lips, soft and slow, smiling just a little. Perhaps she was a bit of a brat, but she had been trapped by him for years. She thought it only fair that she get some of that power back. A low guttural groan emanated from the back of his throat, and he shifted his body closer to hers. His other hand rested on her thigh. "Come with me."