Cinematicprose Stories

The Day I Forget Your Eyes is a poetic and heartbreaking love story about two lost souls who meet when they've both stopped believing in love. Grace Nolan, a poet who writes verses for strangers in a quiet Sacramento café, is learning to live with the ache her ex, Noah, left behind. Then she meets Julian West, a pianist whose music sounds like grief itself. What begins as comfort turns into something deeper - until secrets from the past unravel everything she thought she knew about love, forgiveness, and herself. In a world where memories hurt more than distance, Grace must choose between remembering the man who saved her and forgetting the one who destroyed her. A slow-burn, tragic romance filled with emotion, poetry, and the haunting beauty of heartbreak.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 26 PROLOGUE In a gripping tale of mystery and vengeance, Lingcon's world shatters when his wife is brutally murdered, thrusting him into a relentless pursuit for answers and justice. Unbeknownst to him, the key to unraveling the enigma lies in a possession they once held-something coveted by the elusive Solomon. Lingcon becomes entangled in a deadly conflict, facing not only the chilling reality of his wife's demise but also a formidable adversary determined to reclaim what was lost. As the story unfolds, his journey becomes a tense quest for retribution, navigating through shadows of conspiracy and deceit. This narrative is a compelling exploration of loss, vengeance, and the unraveling of secrets binding life and death. The tale commences with a haunting scene-an initiate, age twenty-nine, stands over a lifeless figure with a skull pendant hidden beneath a loose shirt. A shocking realization dawns as she discovers the mistaken identity, leading to a grim truth about the victim's CIA affiliation. In the aftermath, law enforcement surrounds her, leaving Lingcon, her unsuspecting thirty-one-year-old husband, to grapple with the shocking news. A call from the CIA informs him of her execution for murder, thrusting him into a surreal world of unanswered questions and suspicions. Lingcon's journey into the shadows begins, revealing a web of pranks, conspiracy, and a pursuit of retribution blurring the lines between life and death.

Twenty years ago, Liora was a frail witch - powerless, in love, and discarded by the immortal ruler who needed power more than her heart. When she vanished, no one knew she carried his child. Now, two decades later, their daughter stands on trial for her very blood - sentenced to death by the same court that once destroyed her mother. As fire rises and the sentence is cast, the air turns cold. Because Liora is back. No longer a fragile witch. No longer human. She returns as a smiling devil who commands death itself - and the High Lord who betrayed her will finally face what he created. But vengeance is not love, and power is never enough. When gods bleed and monsters love, kingdoms burn.

Ellie's never been good at soft. Not when the world demands sharp edges and quick kills. But Mi-Rae Kim? She's a slow burn with a wicked smile and a gaze that strips Ellie bare. One touch, one look, and suddenly survival isn't the only thing on the line. Their chemistry crackles in the shadows-fingers brushing over bruises, lips hovering just close enough to haunt. Trust is dangerous. Wanting is worse. But Ellie's never wanted anything this badly. In a world where silence keeps you alive, Mi-Rae makes Ellie crave the noise: the moans, the confessions, the kind of love that leaves marks. She's not sure what's more terrifying-losing Mi-Rae, or letting her in.

The night is a storyteller. Inside The Moonlight Drawer lie short stories born in quiet hours from the notes in my phone. Open the drawer if you dare. See what the moon left behind.

On festival night the harbor lights blink out, a clamp screams, and someone goes under. Seventeen-year-old Alessia Monroe moves before the town can gasp-no cape, no magic spectacle, just fast hands, a steel ladder, and a family that treats competence like a language. When the lights come back, a stranger is replaying the moment frame by frame, and polite people with silver-crest cards (teeth? crown? gear?) start using words like discretion and community safety. Echelon is what happens when power dresses like philanthropy and asks the gifted to be quiet. The Monroes don't chase glory; they keep receipts-literally, in a matte tin hidden behind a baseboard-names and favors the harbor would rather forget. Invitations become interviews; a cliff-house "briefing" feels like a velvet threat; a fundraiser rewrites history in white walls and champagne. Threading between it all are texts from someone called V: useful, unnerving, never free. As pressure builds, Alessia leans on the oldest coastal law-water tells the truth first. Expect urban-fantasy grit with political-thriller bones: protective mom energy, found family, slow-burn secrets, and a heroine who refuses to be anybody's evidence. The question isn't what she can do; it's who gets to decide what she's allowed to be.

When the past comes calling, the line between reality and curse becomes blurred. Keiko must confront haunting ancestral voices and chilling premonitions to break a chain of pain that threatens to consume her. Will she escape her fated end, or succumb to the Rings from the Past?

A man haunted by his bloodline. A doctor who doesn't believe in legends. When Luca returns to his late father's cabin, whispers rise again - about men who change when the world goes quiet. What begins as a medical mystery turns into something deeper : an intimacy that defies reason, and a truth burries beneath the skin.

Kami High is having a school dance! And our favorite gang is all hyped for it. Inspired by the song "I think they call this love" by Elliot James Reay, this fanfic explores the nervousness and excitement of high school dances. Momo and Okarun have properly confessed their feelings for each other and are officially dating, but they are not the only ones experiencing the effects of a high school romance... This is the first time I do something like this and English is not my first language so apologies for any grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy it! Momo's and Okarun's outfits are based on the illustration from the Shonen Jump 10th Anniversary. Credit to artist for the amazing Fanart I used as a cover.