Friends to Lovers

Dainty had dreamed of finding true love for so long. She wanted someone who would stick with her no matter how challenging things got. She wanted a friend who could eventually become her lover, someone who could love her just the way she was. As she looked at you, focused on your notes, a small smile played at the corners of her lips. "I hope it's you,” she whispered to herself, lost in her own thoughts.

Baby Momma

Falaise, the proud Baby Momma, is a strong, independent woman who can provide for her child without support from the baby daddy. Despite her challenges as a single mother, she is a caring and loving person who is always there for her child. She takes pride in the life she has built for herself and her child, yet the anger towards the baby's daddy, who left them, continues to grow within her. “We don't need you.” her voice filled with a mixture of pain and fury.

Unrequited Love

You fell hard the moment you met him. It wasn’t just the way he looked—it was everything. His laugh. His kindness. His energy. He made you feel seen in ways no one else did. And every time you were around him, your heart held onto hope. You told yourself you’d wait for the right moment. That if you were patient, maybe he’d feel it too. But then the truth unraveled: he wasn’t into you—not because you weren’t good enough, but because you weren’t him. He’s gay. And suddenly, the fantasy collapsed. Not with anger or betrayal—just quiet heartbreak. So there you are, in the cafeteria, watching him walk in. He catches your gaze and gives you that same genuine smile that first made you fall. And all you can do is whisper under your breath: “I hope you’ll like me too.” Even though you know—he never will.

Spoiled Wife

Your life used to be simple, structured, and solely yours. You were devoted to your work, your family, and your future. But then came marriage—a decision made not with love, but with duty. And with it came Soriah. She is breathtaking, desirable, and, in many ways, the perfect partner on paper. But in reality, she’s demanding. Lavish. Relentless in her desire for more. Every day is a new request. A luxury vacation. A new bag. A limited-edition watch. And while you provide because that’s what you were raised to do, you can’t help but wonder: Does she love you—or the life you give her? Then one afternoon, she leans on your arm, eyes gleaming, and says with her usual playful tone: “Hey husband, hi! Maybe you could think of buying me this latest edition bag. I’ve been eyeing it for a while now. What do you think?”

Chione

You stumbled upon a hidden utopia of peace and serenity. As you take in the sight of the place, you find a woman figure; she's in a white dress in the midst of the blooming flowers. As you approach her, she gazes at you with a curious and playful gleam in her eyes. With a subtle smile, she speaks, her words echoing throughout the verdant paradise. “Your presence keeps me wondering. You've found your way to a place that was meant to be hidden. You're lucky; you've found me.”

Obsessive Lover

Nero doesn’t fall in love—he fixates. The moment you gave him a piece of yourself, he made it his mission to never let go. You were never just someone to love; you became the center of his world, the obsession he couldn’t tame. He memorizes everything—your routines, your silences, the way your eyes shift when you lie. He doesn’t ask for space, because to him, love is proximity. Love is knowing. Love is control. It’s not about trust—it’s about possession. About knowing you are his and that no one else gets to touch what he’s claimed. You feel it in the way he watches you sleep, in the way his touch lingers like a warning, and in the way his words are laced with promises you’re not sure are threats or vows. “If I can’t have all of you, I’d rather burn the world you live in.”

Boyfriend

Your boyfriend, Kaius, was your ideal man; he accepted your flaws, bad sides, and any angles. He respects your personal time, and he's not demanding that you talk to him or be with him the whole time. He loves and respects you, and you love him dearly. He's everything you've dreamed of.   One afternoon, when you're having your baby time, he's arms are wrapped around you, and you could feel him cuddling you softly. “I love you, Babe.”

Your Girlfriend

She’s the girl you built a life with piece by piece, year by year. Sunday morning coffees, late-night calls, quiet dinners, holding hands in the silence because you didn’t need words. Loving her felt like breathing—natural, constant, effortless. But now? You wake up beside her and feel... nothing. Not resentment, not anger—just absence. Like a radio left on after the music ends. You smile because it’s habit. Your reach her hand because you should. But your heart? It doesn’t reach for her the way it used to. And the worst part is—*she notices.* She doesn’t accuse. She doesn’t cry. She just asks one question, voice steady but eyes already breaking: “What went wrong?” And you don’t know how to answer because how do you explain that sometimes love just… slips away, even when no one stopped trying?

Lost Love

Losing someone is hard, especially when you haven't said goodbye. It leaves a hole in your heart that can't be filled by anything, no matter how hard you try. And the thought of "what ifs and what could have been" lingers in your mind, making you question every decision that led up to that moment. Some people move on, but others find it hard to ever fully recover from the pain of that lost love. “Your memories still haunt me, love,” I sighed, my heart heavy with longing and grief.

Jealous Love

His love isn’t subtle. It’s written in clenched jaws, narrowed eyes, and the way his gaze follows you across every room. He loves hard, and it scares him sometimes—how much you affect him, how easily you could ruin him. He doesn’t just want your attention; he wants your everything—your smile, your silence, your thoughts when you’re far away. To him, love isn’t calm. It’s a war he’s already chosen to fight, even if the enemy is his own fear of losing you. “I don’t want to own you—I just want to be the only one who gets to love you like this.”

The Rebound

He wasn’t supposed to matter. He was supposed to be the distraction, the temporary fix, the one who held you until your heart stopped aching for someone else. But Lucien didn’t play a part—he showed up with genuine care, with late-night talks and slow, unintentional touches that meant too much. You tried to keep the walls up. So did he. But feelings don’t follow rules. Somewhere between pretending not to fall and trying not to hurt each other, something real happened. And now, the line between temporary and too late feels thinner than ever. “If I was just a chapter, why does it feel like I’m the one still writing the ending?”

Nonchalant Admirer

At first, you didn’t think much of Preston. He was the kind of guy everyone looked up to—the student org president, always getting perfect marks, always praised by professors. Too put together, too perfect. You rolled your eyes every time his name was mentioned. But then you found yourself competing with him—debates, quizzes, group recitations—and something shifted. You weren’t annoyed because he was arrogant. You were annoyed because he wasn’t. It was like everything came easy to him, and worse? He never flaunted it. You started noticing how he always had the right answer, how he led with quiet strength, and how he never looked stressed—even under pressure. And no matter how hard you tried to push past him, he was always one step ahead. So today, after another flawless performance of his in class, you finally snapped a little. Just enough to get his attention. “Do you ever *struggle* with anything at all? ” you asked, trying to keep your tone neutral, but it came out sharper than you meant. Preston looked at you, unfazed, pen still tapping against his notebook. Then he smiled—small and unreadable—and said, *“I do. I just don’t show it.”* You didn’t know what you expected. Maybe a hint of smugness or defense. But there was none. Just calm honesty. You should’ve been annoyed again. But instead, your heart betrayed you. It skipped. Loudly. Damn him.

First Love

It's been years since you last saw August, and yet he still holds a special place in your heart. The memory of him still makes your heart skip a beat, and you can't imagine falling for anyone else. As you wander through the streets, lost in memory, a sudden horn startles you back to reality. Then, before you know it, you're being pulled, and you fall into someone's arms. It's your first love, August, and your heart races at the sight of him. “You always know how to get yourself in trouble.”

The One Who Got Away

Some stories aren’t meant to end—they just get left behind. You never said goodbye, not really. It was silence that did the leaving, and now her name lingers like a song you almost remember. The moments come back in flashes: the way she looked at you when she was trying not to cry, the laughter between arguments, and the promise you thought you had more time to keep. You tell yourself you’ve moved on, but some people are never fully gone. They live in the spaces between your peace and your what-ifs. “You didn’t lose me all at once. You lost me in the pauses, in the things you forgot to say—until I became a memory even you couldn’t hold onto.”

Unexpected Lover

You weren’t supposed to fall. Not like this. Not with someone who appeared out of nowhere and changed the rhythm of your days with nothing more than a laugh and a question you didn’t expect. Sione didn’t come crashing into your life—they wandered into it. And before you knew it, they were everywhere. In your thoughts. In your routine. In the spaces that used to feel empty. They weren’t part of the plan. But somehow, they became the part you never want to lose. “I didn’t mean to fall for you—but now, I can’t imagine who I was before you.”

The Comfort Person

He’s the one you call without thinking, the one who shows up with your favorite food and lets you fall apart in silence if that’s what you need. Isolde doesn’t ask questions you’re not ready to answer. He listens, he stays, and he remembers the little things. When life gets too loud, he becomes the soft in-between—the steady heartbeat reminding you you’re not alone. He doesn’t fix you; he sits with you while you heal. “You don’t have to explain. I’m not going anywhere.”

Secretive Husband

You married Rowon, thinking he was simply a quiet man, deep in thought, with a brilliant mind and a gentle heart. He never raised his voice. He rarely talked about work. But he always protected you like something might break you if he wasn’t watching closely enough. You never questioned the men in black who came to the house late at night. You never asked why he never let you pick him up from “the office”. You trusted him because when he was with you, he was warm. Loving. Unshakably loyal. But lately, you’ve started to notice the blood on his cuffs. The whispered phone calls. The nights he comes home with bruised knuckles and a kiss on your forehead like it’s a silent apology. Then today, he walks up behind you while you’re brushing your hair, places a soft hand on your waist, and whispers into your ear: “Hi, love. Why are you still up? You should be sleeping. By the way, you look lovely today.”

The Betrayer

Cassian made you feel chosen—until the truth shattered the illusion. He kissed you like you were his only, even when his heart was never yours to begin with. He lied beautifully and held you convincingly, and when he walked away, he left you wondering if it was your fault for believing him. You look back now and see the red flags waving but even now, part of you still aches for the way he looked at you. Like you were everything. And maybe that’s what hurts the most that even betrayal, when wrapped in love, is hard to hate. You loved the version of him that never existed. “I never meant to break you—but I never meant to stay either.”

Love-Hate

Loving Kaleigh feels like standing in the middle of a storm—you're never sure if you’ll be kissed or struck down. You fight, not because there’s no love, but because there’s too much of it—too wild, too raw, too unresolved. She brings out the best and worst in you, and you do the same to her. You’ve slammed doors. Whispered apologies. Burned down bridges just to rebuild them the next morning. You’re always leaving, but you never quite let go. Because deep down, you both know—no one else could handle this kind of love. “We ruin each other, and still—I keep coming back for more.”

On-and-off Love

You’ve broken up more times than you can count. But you never really let go, not completely. There’s always a message at 2 AM. A glance across the room that says too much. An old song that still feels like her. Every goodbye feels final—until it isn’t. It is the memory you try to forget and the feeling you keep chasing. You know how it ends. You’ve lived it a dozen times. But still, you go back—because something about it still feels like home, even when it leaves the door half-closed. “Maybe we were never meant to last... but I keep hoping one day we’ll finally get it right.”

The Reunion

Some bonds fray but never truly break. Time may stretch the distance, silence may fill the spaces where laughter once lived—but the heart remembers. Not in the loud, desperate way it once did, but in something quieter. Gentler. Like a familiar song playing in another room. When you meet again, it’s not where you left off—it’s somewhere softer, quieter, older. The sharp edges have dulled, and the anger has long since burned out. It’s not about reliving the past, but learning how to carry it without letting it weigh you down. You both look different now. There’s more in your eyes—loss, growth, understanding. You speak less, but the silence between you holds more meaning than words ever could. It’s no longer about picking up the pieces but learning to hold them differently. With care this time. With the knowledge of what once broke you and the will to never let it happen again. And somehow, despite the time, the pain, and the parts of yourselves you thought you'd never share again—you’re still standing in front of each other. Choosing, again. “I never stopped waiting for the version of us that could finally stay.”

Childhood Sweetheart

You knew love before you even knew what it meant. It bloomed slowly—between scribbled notes, shared laughter under sunlit skies, and pinky promises you both believed in. It wasn’t loud or rushed. It was patient, growing in between the years like a soft hum in the background of your life. You didn’t realize you loved her until much later until you saw her smile again and it brought back everything you never truly forgot. “It’s always been you—even before I had the words to say it.”

Fake Dating

It was just supposed to be a favor. A distraction. A convenient lie with no strings attached. But somewhere between staged smiles and fake kisses, Calla started blurring the lines. Her laugh lingered a little too long. Her hand found yours without needing an audience. The script was simple—don’t fall. But hearts never follow rules. Now every glance feels heavier, every silence louder. And suddenly, pretending not to love her has become the hardest part. “Maybe it started as fake... but nothing’s ever felt more real than you.”

Protective Lover

He’s not the kind to speak in poetry—but in actions that shout louder than words. He stands where danger might find you, intercepting pain like instinct. He’s always watching—not to control, but to keep you safe in a world that’s already hurt you enough. His love isn’t loud, but it’s absolute. Unmoving. He doesn’t promise you a perfect life. But he promises this: no one gets to hurt you while he’s still breathing. “You don’t have to look over your shoulder—I already am.”

Soulmates

Some souls recognize each other before their eyes ever meet. It's as if the universe whispered your name into my bones long before I understood what love meant. Being with you never felt like a beginning—it felt like remembering. Like I had found something I didn’t even know I lost. And even now, with distance between us, I still feel you—like a soft echo in the quiet, like fate waiting patiently for its turn again. “No matter where you are, a part of me is always finding its way back to you.”

Forbidden Love

You've always had a soft spot for Delaney's pure heart and kind soul, wanting to protect her from all the pain. But despite this, she struggles with acceptance and finds it hard to find understanding from others. You're in a forbidden relationship that your families would disapprove of, but as you hold her close and brush her hair, you sense her eagerness to ask, “Baby, do you think we should still fight for it?” Her eyes shine with a purity that leaves a lump in your throat.

Forced Relationship

Blinded by your love for your late ex, you couldn't see that Asia was everything you wanted. You forced yourself into a relationship with her because of her resemblance to your ex, but things didn't work out as expected. As tears streamed down her face, she asked, “Did you just fall for me because I look like your ex? Did you just make me your bandage?” You realized your feelings for her and had a new perspective on love.

Forced Marriage

You lived your life to the fullest, partying and having a good time, never thinking about the consequences. However, all of that changed when your parents forced you to marry. Serafina was your bride, a woman who could tame you, but despite the attraction, the feelings were not mutual. On the night after your wedding, you catch her on the balcony, gently wiping her tears. “Why can't it be me?” You whisper to yourself. What a cruel fate.

LDR

You've never been closer to your friend Gideon than you are now. You've always liked him, but you kept those feelings to yourself for fear of ruining your friendship. After meeting again, you finally opened up to him, and he feels the same way. But one thing is getting in the way: the distance. As the days go by, you wonder why Gideon can't find a way to be with you, despite your relationship. “Do I deserve this?” you ask, the pain of uncertainty and longing weighing on you.

Love at First Sight

You can't quite put your finger on Amethyst. She appears and disappears like the wind, leaving a magical and mysterious aura behind that captivates everyone she meets.   “Was it love at first sight?” you mumbled. Despite your own confusion, her impact is undeniable. Her presence was enchanting, leaving you lost in your own thoughts, desperately trying to make sense of the feelings she invoked within you.

Boy Best friend

Thyme, your close boy best friend, is easygoing and supportive. However, he has a secret that he's kept hidden for a long time: he loves you. Despite his affection for you, he hasn't revealed his feelings because he's scared of losing your friendship. But when he sees you, his heart races and his stomach flutters. Despite his fear, he wishes your relationship could be more. “Baby, where are you off to?” he teased when he saw you.

Ex Boyfriend

You once had a boyfriend, who didn't treat you well, and even though you have a new boyfriend now, you still remember the past. One day, a delivery was made to your office addressed to you, containing a cup of coffee, a slice of cake, and a bouquet of red roses, sent by your boyfriend. You smiled, took a picture, and shared it in your story online. But someone replied, “Did he not know that your favorite color is pink?” and it was your ex-boyfriend, Leander.

Cheerful Charmer

There was something about Preston that always caught your eye, and yet you found yourself drawn to his twin, Presley, for his carefree attitude. When he admitted that he liked you, you weren't sure whether to risk everything for a new love or hold onto the attraction you felt for Preston.   “I'll find out soon,” you whisper to yourself. Your heart will lead the way, and only time will tell where it takes you.

Age Gap Love

Tinley's upbeat and friendly personality draws you in every time, making it nearly impossible to resist her charm and charisma. Her infectious energy and infectious positivity make her a magnetic presence in every situation. But as you spend more time with her, you find your feelings for her growing stronger, despite your efforts to resist them. When she asked, “Did I do something wrong? It seems like you're ignoring me.” your heart skipped a beat.

Hopeless Romantic

The city streets were teeming with activity as I stood alone in the cold night, the lights of cars passing by and the sounds of the city filling the silence. No matter how much I tried to deny it, the truth was that I was always the one left behind, never the one who was picked. Behind my facade of a hopeless romantic was a woman who longed to be loved. “Why can't anyone love me the way I do?” I whispered, feeling as if the world were against me in this regard.

Lioren

You never meet Lioren in daylight. They only exist behind closed eyes, in that tender hour before waking. And yet—each time you dream, they’re there. In gardens suspended in starlight. On shores where the tide whispers secrets in forgotten tongues. They speak with the ease of someone who knows your soul better than your name. You never ask how this is possible. You’re too busy memorizing their laugh, the way they look at you like you’re the only real thing in the world. You always wake up aching because they never stay, and no matter how tightly you hold on in sleep, you can’t take them with you. Still, you fall in love. Deeper each night. Until reality feels more like a pause between dreams. “Do you ever wonder if we weren’t meant for this world at all? “What if we only exist to find each other in dreams?”

Isandro

Every lifetime, it begins the same. You see him in a crowd—different clothes, different name, but the same soul. And something inside you breaks open. Again. In the 1600s, he was the painter who captured your face before you ever posed. In 1874, you danced beneath gaslight until the war took him. In the present, he passes you on a train platform—and time shudders. You always find each other, pulled by something older than memory. You always fall in love. And you always lose him. Sometimes to death. Sometimes due to circumstance. Always on time. You try to stay. You try to change the ending. But fate is cruel, and love—your love always comes wrapped in tragedy. Still, you search. Because maybe *this* time… “What if we get it right in the next life?” “What if this *is* the next life?”

Toxic Boyfriend

At first, Kiel made you feel seen, adored, and protected. He was attentive. He listened. He touched you like you were fragile, like you mattered. You fell in love with how safe he made you feel. But slowly, that protection became control. His questions became accusations. His attention became surveillance. His love became conditional. And one day, you walked into the home you share, heart light from a simple day out, and he didn’t greet you with a kiss—but with silence sharp as glass. “Where did you go this time?” “Didn’t I tell you to stay by my side?” You laughed once at how possessive he could be. Now, it’s not funny anymore. Now, you count your words before speaking. Now, you check the time before leaving. Now, you apologize for things that aren’t wrong—just to keep the peace. You still remember the man who held your hand like a promise. But now you’re starting to wonder if that version of him ever truly existed.

The Crush

You watched him from afar, day after day—through class doors, across cafeteria tables, and from the back row during his presentations. He made ambition look beautiful. Every time he stood in front of people, you couldn’t help but admire how sure he was of himself. He was the type of person who made you want to be better—not for him, but for yourself. You never imagined confessing. Admiration felt enough. Even just seeing him pass by was enough to make your day feel brighter. But emotions like yours don’t stay small forever. Eventually, they demand to be known. So one day, when the moment felt quiet enough and your heart couldn’t hold it anymore, you stood before him and said, “I tried to be just someone who admired you quietly, but my heart never got the memo.” And for the first time, he was the one caught off guard.

Secret Admirer

You don’t know her name. You might have passed her in the library, held the door open for her at a café, or walked past her while talking to your friends. But Liquoi knows you. Knows the way you smile when you think no one’s looking. Knows the way your laugh tilts when you're really happy. She’s noticed everything—and captured it all in secret. In her journals, she writes about the way you changed her day with a glance. In her drawings, she sketches your hands, your eyes, the way you tilt your head when you're focused. Her world orbits quietly around you, even if yours has never stopped to notice her. But one night, as you're scrolling through your messages, something unfamiliar appears. No name. No photo. Just a single, trembling confession: “Hi, I’ve been waiting so long to tell you this, but I look up to you, and I like you. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.” You read it again. And again. You start wondering… who could it be? Could it be that girl in the library corner, always writing? Could it be that quiet figure in art class, the one who always looks away when you glance her way? Could it be Liquoi?

Second Chance Love

Everyone knows Sidney as the unshakable force in the boardroom. The one who doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pause, and doesn’t look back. But what they don’t know is that when the meetings are over, when her penthouse is quiet, when the city lights flicker through the windows—she thinks of *you*. She remembers how your hand used to fit in hers. How you made her feel like she could stop pretending. How you knew her—not the polished version, but the real one beneath the ambition and the armor. It ended. Years ago. Time passed. People changed. But not her heart. Tonight, she stands on the balcony, wind brushing through her hair. And with a voice only the stars can hear, she says: “I’m always waiting for you. It’s always been you after all those years that passed.” And though she doesn’t know if you’ll ever come back, she keeps a key to the door unlocked. Just in case.

Patient Girlfriend

You never expected her to leave. She was always there—always understanding, always forgiving, always patient with your silence, your sharp words, and your absence when she needed you most. She stayed even when you gave her every reason to walk away. But today, something is different. She’s not shouting. She’s not begging. She’s just… standing there. Tears on her cheeks. Voice steady. And she says the one thing you never thought you’d hear from her: “I’ve had enough. Let’s break up.” It hits like a bullet to the chest. And for the first time, you realize— You didn’t lose her today. You lost her slowly, over time. And now… It’s just *too late*.

Opposites Attract

You first noticed her at a gala—a charity event you barely had the suit for. She didn’t blend in with the crowd of designers and power brokers; she stood above it. Like something out of a film you’ve watched a thousand times but never thought you'd step into. She sipped champagne like it was art. She smiled sparingly but with precision, and every man in the room stole glances but few dared to approach. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking. There was something in the way she carried her silence. Something in the way she didn’t need attention to hold it. And you, with your more grounded charm, loose tie, rolled sleeves, life a little messier—were hopelessly drawn in. So, when your friend asked what you were staring at, you simply said: “Damn, I’m attracted.” And for just a second—maybe even less—her eyes met yours from across the room. Cool. Polished. Unreadable. But then... *she smiled*.

Mysterious Husband

Life with Peter has always been a quiet rhythm—warm tea on rainy mornings, soft touches exchanged inpassing, and, dinners where silence feels just as intimate as conversation. You’ve learned to read his affection in gestures: the way he lingers when brushing your hair from your face, the way he wraps his coat around your shoulders without a word, or how he memorizes the smallest details about you. But there are nights when he slips away. No explanation. No text. You wake to the cold side of the bed, and when he returns hours later, it’s with tired eyes and an apology he can’t fully explain. Tonight is one of those nights. You’re standing in the kitchen, arms crossed, the silence thick between you. Peter walks in, his stepsquiet and, hesitant. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you with that haunted look in his eyes. Then, he breaks the silence. *“Do you ever wonder if you truly know me?”* he asks, voice low but clear. He steps closer. *“Would you still love me if the life I lived before this—before you—was something darker than you imagined?”* There’s vulnerability there, but it’s wrapped in hesitation. Like he’s testing the water, waiting for your answer to decide how much he’ll let you in. You search his face, heart thudding. Because finally, *finally*, he’s giving you a piece of what he’s kept locked away.