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sweetlove

teenage unforgettable love

This novel is a heartfelt exploration of teenage love, friendship, and betrayal, rooted in memories of childhood innocence and the painful beauty of growing up. The story begins with simple days—carefree laughter, shared secrets, friendships formed without conditions, and emotions felt for the first time. Childhood is painted in warm memories, where promises are made easily and trust feels unbreakable. But as the characters step into their teenage years, innocence slowly fades, replaced by confusion, desire, and emotional complexity. At its core, the novel follows a group of teenagers whose lives are tightly bound by friendship and unspoken love. As time moves forward, misunderstandings, ego, jealousy, and silence begin to creep in. Bonds that once felt permanent start to weaken. Love becomes complicated. Friendships are tested. Truths are hidden, and betrayal leaves scars deeper than expected. The story captures the reality of teenage life—first love that feels eternal, friendships that feel like home, and the quiet heartbreak of realizing that not everyone grows in the same direction. With each passing year, emotional distances grow, and the closeness they once shared slowly slips through their fingers. Inspired by the author’s real-life experiences, this novel reflects the bittersweet truth that growing up often means losing a part of our innocence. Yet within the pain lies growth, understanding, and memories that never truly fade. This is not just a story of love lost or friendship broken—it is a mirror to the lives we once lived and the people we once were.
cheerfullife47 · 4.7k Views

A Royal Trap

He drew a shuddering breath, and when he turned to face her, his composure was a mask hastily reassembled, but his eyes still blazed with inner turmoil. “Isn’t this wonderful, my darling?” he asked, his voice a bitter parody of his usual tone. “My arrogance, my selfishness—believing I could be your protector, when my very nature is the greatest danger to you.” The hatred in his voice turned inward, a lash against his own soul. “Selfishly, I taint you. You, who are so pure. So wondrous.” He took a step back, as if the space could shield her. “Look at me. This is the monster I never wanted you to see. You fear it. It disgusts you.” “No.” The word was firm, a rock against his tide of self-loathing. She shook her head vigorously, and then, with careful, deliberate steps, she began to close the distance he had created. “I love you,” she said, each syllable weighted with certainty. “I love you with all my being.” She was before him now. Her hands, soft and warm, rose to cradle his face, forcing his tormented gaze to meet her unwavering one. “Show me the worst part of you,” she whispered, her thumb stroking his cheek. “Tell me every terrible thing you have ever done, and let me love you regardless. My heart is yours. My weak, human heart.” For Elowyn Malling, a quiet, bookish village girl, the ball is an absurd distraction from her chores and her beloved novels. But when her ambitious sisters drag her to the palace, a moment of curiosity in a moonlit garden leads to a fatal mistake. Now, caught in a web of terrifying luxury and dark obsession, Elowyn must navigate a game she doesn’t understand.
R_L_ · 1k Views

The Side Character: I'm not the Female Lead

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.
MiuNovels · 132.7k Views

The Alpha Chose My Maid, So I Married The Rogue King

I was the Goldbane heiress. Gideon Vexwood was the lowborn wolf I married for love. I thought we were building a kingdom; I didn’t realize he was building my coffin. In one night, my world shattered. A tragic accident claimed my father’s life and stole my unborn child, leaving my body permanently broken. With the Pack Council threatening to strip my title unless I produce an heir, I was forced into a desperate gamble. I trusted my husband. I trusted my loyal maid. Together, we struck a secret surrogate deal to save the Goldbane name. I thought it was our salvation. I didn't know it was a trap. While I drowned in grief, Gideon and his mistress were celebrating my downfall, manipulating the very contracts meant to save me to turn me into a servant in my own home. They called it strategy. I called it war. For seven years, I played the victim. I endured their cruelty, letting them think they’d won while I forged a secret alliance with the only man they truly fear: Jarek Ashthorne. The infamous Rogue King. A man who rules the underworld with an iron fist and holds a debt to my father that he has never forgotten. He was supposed to be my weapon of revenge. I didn't expect him to be my salvation. Now, as the secrets of that fatal night emerge, the long game is finally over. They took my child. They stole my life. Now, I’m coming for their crowns. ____ Jarek hauled me forward until my chest collided with the rigid planes of his torso. “You have no idea, Elowen. Everything about you... every tear you shed for a man who doesn't deserve you… It’s all my business.” I shivered, but I clamped down on the sensation instantly. “Get your hands off me! I know what you’re doing. I’ve heard the stories, Jarek. Stay away from my marriage, stay away from my pack. And you better stay away from my life!” Yet, he pressed his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Is that what you call it, Elowen? I call it a wake-up call. But if you’d rather go back to your ‘Alpha’ and pretend that the walls aren’t closing in, be my guest.”
HeeSha_TA · 2.3k Views

The Shape of What We Never Said

Elara Voss arrives in the coastal city of Valenreach believing she has chosen a life defined by clarity, reason, and careful ambition. Quiet, observant, and emotionally restrained, she trusts structure more than impulse and silence more than confession. It is in Valenreach’s old libraries and slow, thoughtful rhythms that she meets Rowan Hale—an introspective, perceptive man whose presence unsettles her precisely because it asks nothing of her and yet sees too much. Their connection forms gradually, built on conversations that drift toward meaning and silences that speak more than words. What begins as intellectual companionship deepens into a profound emotional intimacy neither is willing to name. Both believe in timing, in responsibility, in not disrupting lives—including their own. When Rowan leaves Valenreach for a future that promises stability but not fulfillment, neither speaks the truth they both recognize. What remains between them is unfinished. Years pass. Elara builds a respectable life shaped by practicality and social expectation, mistaking emotional quiet for contentment. Rowan finds success elsewhere, yet carries with him the persistent sense of having abandoned something essential. Though they are separated by distance and time, their bond survives as memory and comparison—an unspoken measure against which all other connections fall short. When circumstance draws them back into each other’s lives, they are older, more guarded, and burdened by choices already made. The love they never claimed now demands acknowledgment, but honesty comes with consequences neither can avoid. As long-suppressed truths surface, Elara and Rowan must confront what love means when it arrives late—and whether recognizing it is enough. The Shape of What We Never Said is a quiet, devastating romance about timing, restraint, and the courage it takes to speak when silence has become habit. It explores how lives are shaped not only by the choices we make, but by the words we leave unsaid—and what remains after truth is finally spoken.
TanY · 1.7k Views