Love

The Boy Who Loved Too Much
In a city where individualism reigned supreme, where parents were seen as mere advisors rather than guides, lived a boy named Yusuf. He was fourteen, a quiet soul with dark eyes that held deep thoughts. His home was his sanctuary, a place where love was spoken in the language of care and respect. His mother, Amina, was the warmth of the house, always ready with a gentle hand and wise words. His father, Farid, was his pillar, strong and steady, guiding him with firm but loving discipline. And then there was his little sister, Leila, a bundle of joy with giggles like the morning breeze.
By Ling about a year ago in Fiction
A Love Written in the Stars
Alex met Jenny on a crisp autumn afternoon, the type of day when the wind picked up fallen leaves and danced them in a slow waltz across the streets. He had slipped into a tiny bookstore to avoid the chill, and there she was — sitting cross-legged on the floor and paging through an old poetry book.
By Ripon Ahmedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Coffee Shop Symphony. AI-Generated.
Not the absentminded kind of humming people do when they’re alone—this was a full-bodied, unapologetic melody that made the air around her shimmer. Her voice tangled with the hiss of the espresso machine, the clink of porcelain, the murmur of strangers. For a moment, the entire coffee shop became a concert hall.
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
The Magic of Understanding Love
''Can't we just stop time for a day in a place like this..?'' ''Why is that..?'' ''No, you'll never be able to come and hug me like this and stay with me until I get it.''
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Realizing the Damage in Love
"Miss, I put a lot of pressure on my husband/wife, I always hurt her heart, now I understand that. He doesn't love me anymore. I don't understand what I'm doing."
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
80 Year Old Love Letter A Heartfelt Mystery
80 Year Old Love Letter A Heartfelt Mystery Can a love letter lost in time change someone’s destiny decades later? Read this incredible story of love time and fate!
By Adnan Rasheedabout a year ago in Fiction
Life in paradise. Top Story - March 2025.
I wake up on our anniversary to see those eyes, his beautiful blue eyes. And the way the sun glistens off his ebony skin, it could stop anyone's heart. Still I don't believe he is mine. He has always been too good to me. He gently brushes a strand of hair behind my ear and his touch still sends electricity through each nerve ending. He is fucking incredible. I remember our wedding 20 years ago, I was a true bridezilla. He says I was perfection, but of course the other person is always viewed as perfect in the puppy love phase. Yet, to this day he still calls me perfection. He made me breakfast in bed. A BLT with extra bacon, my favorite. I kiss him and thank him for the thoughtful card, then I reach in the desk and hand him his. The dimples in his smile never get old. We cuddle and make sweet passionate love for the next hour. We would stay in bed all day if we could, but we have to get Zoe up and ready for school. She's in her senior year of highschool. My god how time flies. I will always be grateful I was lucky enough to raise such an amazing girl. I'll miss our cuddles and dance offs forever. Now I get the basic hugs, but that's enough for me. Her sweetheart Jayden Is the one who gets her love these days. He's such a great kid. They were accepted into the same college. I really think they might marry one day. Zoe comes into the kitchen as I'm making her eggs, and what's left of the bacon. Wow, she looks so much like her father. Long black hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples a little smaller than his. I'd almost be jealous of him if she wasn't so beautiful. *** Another 20 years have passed. We aren't the same youthful couple we once were. Yet he still calls me perfection. And I was right, Zoe did marry her sweetheart. Now they have their own little one, Isabelle. Somehow it must have skipped a generation, because she looks so much like myself. I smile as I watch them play. I look over at my husband, and he is already looking at me. We smile and communicate our love non-verbally. He grabs my hand, and places a gentle kiss on it as we- *** I feel like a jolt of electricity just hit me, and I see nothing but white light. I call for my daughter and husband, but I hear another familiar voice. My sisters yelling something. After a moment my vision starts to clear, and when I see my surroundings, reality starts sinking in. “Why did you do that??” I shout at her. It's dangerous to disconnect without finishing the simulation!” I yell. But that's not really why I'm angry with her. “Your husband and Zoe are gone… you can't keep living in a fake future." “Please sis, let me just one more time.”
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
What Brooklyn Discovered About Friendships After Losing a Lifelong Friend
Brooklyn never imagined a day without Harper in her life. They had been inseparable since they were seven, bonding over shared secrets, late-night talks, and an endless stream of inside jokes. From grade school to college, their friendship was the constant thread in Brooklyn’s life, weaving through every milestone.
By MIGrowthabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Beyond Light"
"The Beyond Light" By 3085, the human race had conquered the stars, settling far-off worlds and discovering technology that were unthinkable. The Lucid Device, an artifact discovered on the moon of a far-off planet in the Zorin system, was the most significant of these finds. This mysterious apparatus possessed the power to peek into other realms, bend space-time, and reveal secrets. It was a technology that could reveal the universe's darkest secrets. However, nobody had been able to utilize it in spite of its potential.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
We Are Boys, Sir
A boy was born in a middle-class family, in a home where love existed, but dreams were always measured. Where desires had a cost, not just in money, but in endless scoldings, in being told, "You don’t need this." A home where the weight of expectations was far heavier than any burden he could carry.
By Dipamabout a year ago in Fiction
Little Don. Content Warning.
Don entered his home, tossed his keys into a bowl on the table by the door, and removed his jacket to hang in the closet. When he closed the closet door, Juliet was beside him, smiling big. Kissing her, he asked how her day had been.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Fiction
That One Time I Found a Life-Changing Book by Accident
Okay, so picture this: I’m deep into one of my least glamorous tasks—doing keyword research for Amazon. I’m tired, I’m scrolling, and my brain is about as inspired as a blank Word doc. Then, out of nowhere, this title pops up like it knows me personally: Hearts Run from Broken Lies: A Journey Through the Labyrinths of Truth.
By Svein Ove Hareideabout a year ago in Fiction