romance story set in a futuristic imaginary world (with funny, emotional, and dramatic tones):
The sky above Sector 9 was a cracked mirror of neon and smog, flickering with static from the failing weather shields. Celia wiped the grease from her hands with an old rag that used to be a T-shirt, then tossed it over her shoulder. Her day had already been long, filled with dead batteries, busted exhausts, and one particularly rude scavenger who tried to pay her with expired ration chips. Then the sky ripped open. The ship was sleek, silver, and spiraling toward the scrapyard like a drunken star. Celia stood frozen for exactly three seconds before her survival instincts kicked in.
She ducked behind the rusted frame of an old hover truck as the ship smashed into the ground just meters away, sending dust and sparks into the air. A high-pitched alarm echoed across the yard. The ship's door hissed open. Celia crept closer, wrench in hand. She was not about to be blown up by some rich-boy death trap. But when the smoke cleared, the figure that emerged was not a soldier or a scavenger. It was a guy. A stupidly tall guy in a tailored coat that probably cost more than her entire shop. His hair was perfectly tousled, and his expression? Dazed and slightly annoyed. "Ugh," he groaned. "That landing was suboptimal." Celia blinked. "Suboptimal? You nearly took out half my yard, you fancy space clown!" He looked around, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time. His nose wrinkled. "Where... am I?" "Lower Nine," she said, arms crossed. "Home of the unwanted, the unwashed, and now, apparently, crash-landed morons." He coughed. "I'm Lawrence. Lawrence Everen." Celia narrowed her eyes. Everen? As in the Everens who ran the entire upper-tier tech grid? "Well, Lawrence," she said, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him toward her garage, "if you want to survive more than an hour down here, you're going to need a lot more than good cheekbones." And just like that, the mechanic and the elite were tangled in something neither of them understood yet-but the sparks had already started to fly. Oil, Secrets, and a Bloody Nose; Lawrence Everen sat on the edge of Celia's workbench, blinking as she dabbed a cold cloth to the side of his face. His once-immaculate coat had been thrown into a pile, revealing a black shirt stained with smoke and what might've been designer embarrassment. "You're lucky your face didn't break the windshield," Celia muttered, shaking her head. "Trust me," Lawrence said through clenched teeth, "the windshield's loss would have been far greater." She rolled her eyes. "Is this what passes for flirting in the upper tiers?" He smirked, then winced when she pressed the cloth harder. "You're not my type," she added quickly. "I prefer people who don't almost kill me with their falling spaceships." "You fixed the wiring on a power converter with a hairpin," he said, studying her. "That's not just impressive-it's borderline illegal. Where'd you learn that?" Celia froze for a second. "Around." It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't the whole truth. The truth was, she used to be a student in one of the tech academies up top-before her father was framed and "relocated" for crimes he didn't commit. Since then, her education came from survival, junkyards, and slicing into forbidden tech when no one was watching. "I've read about the lower levels," Lawrence said, interrupting her thoughts. "But I never imagined they were this... real." She raised an eyebrow. "What, did you think we lived in alleyways and hiss at sunlight?" "No," he said, chuckling. "But I didn't expect anyone to be so... sharp." He wasn't wrong, and Celia wasn't about to let him get comfortable. "You Everens think you built the world," she said, tossing the bloody cloth aside. "But we're the ones keeping it alive down here. With scrap. And spit. And duct tape." Lawrence's smile faded. For a second, she saw something flicker in his eyes-guilt? "Celia," he said carefully, "I didn't choose to be born an Everen." She tilted her head. "No. But what you do with it? That's on you." Before he could reply, a loud thud echoed from outside. Celia grabbed her wrench again and motioned for silence. Her eyes narrowed. "Was anyone following you?" Lawrence swallowed. "Depends. How mad do bounty hunters get when you steal a prototype engine from your father's vault?" Celia blinked. Then sighed. "Oh, great. You didn't just fall from the sky-you brought hell with you."
It's two friends that fall in love with each other's but didn't know how to say it
Sometimes an inspiring story helps us find out the strength within us. An inspiring story helps you inspire yourself and motivate yourself. It also helps find out what you can do and what you cannot. There are hundreds you may have read in your life. But how many of them actually made changes in your mind is a question. Here are some inspiring short stories that not only gives a powerful lesson, but can also be helpful to learn about some unknown truths about life.
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."