Contemporaryfiction Stories

In a ruthless corporate empire, overlooked assistant Lisa is trapped under the control of her cold, perfectionist boss, Jennie Kim. In a world where weakness is never tolerated, can they ever truly escape the roles they've been forced into?

Lisa kept her feelings buried, until Jennie's new boyfriend hit the headlines. Finding out the same time as everyone else. Now she's left wondering... was it all lies, secrets, or something worse?

Power decides everything at Hanseong International Academy. And Lalisa Manobal word is bible. This time, she chose Jennie Kim.

After a night of wild weather, two neighbours wake to find their fences down, their roofs battered, and their insurance companies determined to make them share the inconvenience. She's practical, tired, and quietly furious. He's polite, awkward, and just as stranded. Between them lies a garden that somehow escaped the storm - calm, untouched, and far too interested in their business. As the repairs drag on, the garden begins to behave oddly: blossoms blooming out of season, petals falling with deliberate timing, a scent that seems to follow them both. It isn't magic, exactly. But it isn't ordinary either. A story of quiet connection, neighbourly kindness, and the small, uncanny places that bring us back to ourselves.

Bob Luce turns fifty on April Fool's Day and realizes the joke may be on him. A successful dentist with a loyal wife and daughters, he should be content. Instead, a motorcycle, a young hygienist, and restless thoughts push him toward trouble in this funny, sharp look at midlife temptation.

Power rules everything. Two dynasties at war. Jennie Kim lives in a cage. Lisa Manoban was raised to destroy. They were never meant to meet. They were never meant to love.

They called her basic. Basic is a language. She learned it. Then she taught herself something he'll never read. Naomi Williams was 19 when she walked down the aisle in a secondhand dress and a heart full of "I do." Marcus Okafor Sr. was everything her mother wanted for her: wealthy, church-going, handsome in that dangerous way that makes women forgive things they shouldn't. The wedding kiss was too hard. She thought it was passion. It wasn't. Fifteen years later, Naomi is a ghost in her own life. Three children. A nursing degree he dismantled piece by piece. A body he comments on, manages, and uses. A bank account with $73 that he doesn't know about. But Naomi was paying attention. She studied his ego. His patterns. His specific species of male fragility. She learned that a man who calls you "too much" is admitting he is too small. She learned that silence is not weakness it's a room she's building without him in it. And she learned that ice burns. Now: · She has a secret boutique that's about to go viral. · She has three lovers who serve three different purposes. · She has seventeen folders of evidence and a presentation ready for the dinner party he doesn't know is his reckoning. He thinks she's a good wife. She's actually a great actress. And the final performance? It's going to be dinner theater he'll never forget. Ice Burns is the story of what happens when the lamb learns to bite and keeps going until the wolf runs out of blood. Not revenge. Record keeping.

The anniversary was supposed to be simple. A day like any other, except it wasn't. Cole had no money, a vendor's number saved in his phone, and a girl who deserved more than he could give - yet somehow always got it anyway. But standing in that apartment, watching Jade open a box she never expected, Cole found himself thinking about a birthday long before this one. A time before dates and anniversaries. Before everything. Before them.

At Northwood High, silence is a survival tactic. Becky is a ghost haunted by a past she can't escape. Freen is a new girl who refuses to be invisible. When Heng, the school's charming tyrant, sets his sights on them, their worlds collide. Bound by a shared secret and a growing danger, they must choose to remain silent victims or become the voice that exposes the truth and shatters the silence for good.

There is a version of this story in which nothing happens. In which two teachers share a room on a school ski trip for five nights, maintain a professional distance, and say goodbye without either of them doing anything they can't take back. This is not quite that story. The Mountain is a novella about the gap between wanting something and being allowed to want it - and about what it costs to be decent when decency is the last thing you feel.

📘⚖️ ABOUT THE BOOK - THE PEOPLE'S JUDGE The People's Judge is a gripping cinematic legal drama that explores the thin line between justice, control, truth, and power in a system that claims to protect the people but often protects itself instead. At the center of the story is Kang Ji-Hoon, a former top judge whose life is shaped by a painful childhood experience that exposed him early to the cruelty of unchecked power. What begins as a personal tragedy slowly transforms into a lifelong pursuit of meaning inside the legal world. As Ji-Hoon rises through the ranks of the judiciary, he becomes known for his intelligence, precision, and emotional distance. To the public, he is the perfect judge. To the system, he is an ideal instrument. But beneath his success lies a quiet conflict-one that begins to grow louder when he starts noticing inconsistencies buried deep within "finalized" legal outcomes. Alongside his small legal aid team, Ji-Hoon begins investigating cases that were declared closed, only to discover something far more disturbing than corruption-a hidden structure where outcomes appear to exist before trials even begin. What starts as legal curiosity gradually turns into a dangerous confrontation with a system that does not tolerate contradiction. The story expands beyond the courtroom into a layered world of legal manipulation, memory control, reconstructed realities, and institutional silence. Every case Ji-Hoon touches reveals another layer of truth that should not exist, and every truth brings him closer to becoming the very thing the system cannot classify: an anomaly. At the heart of the story is not just law, but humanity itself-questioning whether justice is truly about truth, or simply about what systems are allowed to recognize as truth. Through emotional tension, courtroom battles, psychological depth, and high-stakes moral conflict.

Sometimes it's nice to lead a normal life, but that can be hard if you are not normal. | Sometimes things that sound wonderful are not wonderful at all. This is the story of Sera. She is trying to fit in and be happy, but she cannot escape from her past.

Jane's life was never quiet. Not with two kids, a town full of opinions, an ex that still lingers like a storm cloud, and a heart she swore she'd never hand to anyone again. Then Caleb happened. Quiet in all the ways that mattered. Patient. Observant. Dangerous in the way he looked at her like she was still worth loving after everything. What starts as accidental slowly becomes unavoidable. Late nights. Inside jokes. Hands brushing. Children getting attached. A connection built in silence that somehow says more than words ever could. But love doesn't erase the past. And healing doesn't happen in a straight line. Especially when the whole town is watching for them to fail. Where the Quiet Lives is a slow-burn contemporary romance filled with tension, heartbreak, humor, family chaos, small-town drama, and the kind of love that arrives softly... then changes everything.

˚ ༘♡ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎-𝐏𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❀ "Kuch mohabbatein bas lamhon ke liye hoti hain, zindagi bhar ke liye nahi..." "کچھ محبتیں بس لمحوں کے لیے ہوتی ہیں، زندگی بھر کے لیے نہیں..." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── In a city far from home, two hearts find love across borders, faith, and fear!!! When 𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙍𝘼 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙆𝙃, an Indian Muslim student, crosses paths with the quiet yet captivating 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙕 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙃, a Pakistani business major ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Sparks fly between them but not the kind anyone expected ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ What begins as accidental run-ins and reluctant collaboration soon spirals into something deeper, something dangerous ༄.° In a world where loyalty to one's country runs as deep as love itself, Maira and Maaz must decide what lines they're willing to cross, and what prices they're willing to pay ༯ Because some LoVe stories aren't written to last. They're written to be remembered 𓂃🖊 Only to discover that not all LoVe stories are meant to last foreverﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ෴ﮩ______ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ~ Chaotic Sunshine X Selective Grump ~ He fell first She fell harder ~ Cross Border Love ~ Desi Romance 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ ⟢ It's a University Romcom Contemporary Fiction ⟢ Happy Reading 🧸ྀི ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶 𝐌𝐊💋

🏆 CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE WINNER - THE NANOWATT AWARDS 2024 🏆 Nagara Rin's life is a simple line---get a job, save up, find a wife, start a family, retire, and be happy. Until he gets stuck in a dead-end job with responsibilities, and living from one paycheck to the next, he finds out life isn't as simple as he thought. Joon Hye-Jin's life is a complex wave. As an aspiring game developer, she is prepared to ride the currents and achieve her dreams. But when she gets trapped in a chaotic house with real problems to mind, she finds out she is drifting from what she wants out of life. As resentments build and the love they thought they shared crashes and burns, Rin and Hye-Jin are left with a choice: to salvage their ties or save themselves. Either way, something vital is meant to break. From the author of 𝘐𝘯 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘢𝘳, this companion book to 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘥 tackles the war between love and life. The only thing standing between saving or losing them is a choice; and there is a path where one loses everything. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2023 (First Edition) [50,000 - 55,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby]

The swing next to hers used to move. Now it's still. Chloe was five when she learned what friendship felt like. She was eight when she learned it could disappear. By thirteen, the only person she trusted was a stranger on her phone. This is not a love story. It's just the space between two swings. TW: Grooming, suicide, bullying, depression, anxiety, major character death.

Fourteen-year-old Lanjo Zampa perceives the world in jagged edges and electric hums. To him, the local fairground isn't a place of fun-it's a sensory minefield of thundering machinery and blinding neon. Protected by his older sister, Cherry, and his trusty green noise-cancelling headphones, Lanjo braves the chaos for one goal: to see the world from the top of the "Star-Gazer" ferris wheel. But when a mechanical failure strands them at the very peak, the siblings are thrust into a sudden, forced silence high above the suburban sprawl. In the stillness of the night sky, Lanjo finally confesses his deepest fear-that his brain is "broken" and needs fixing. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Cherry reveals that her own bold aesthetic isn't just a style, but the "armor" she uses to survive the same loud world. Together, they discover that their differences aren't disabilities to be cured, but strengths that simply require the right environment to flourish.

For those who are being crushed by "rightness." For the things you cannot say. There is a place where they can simply sink. Above ground, the world is overflowing with blindingly righteous arguments and suffocating pressure to conform. That is why, sometimes, people have to descend all the way to the bottom just to breathe. Hidden quietly in a back alley stands **bar DESCEND**. A place reached only by flesh-and-blood people who have slipped through the order of society. This is the story of someone who could be anywhere- and yet, whose story would never surface. When the doorbell rings, a quiet night of colorless, transparent time begins. A serene human noir where wounded adults pass one another in the dark. With tonight's tune, your seat is waiting.

"It is not the Earth that belongs to us; it is we who belong to it." Among the wild paths and timeless scents of Tenuta Agata, life flows to the slow rhythm of the seasons. Here, amidst the work in the fields and the wisdom that only nature knows how to whisper, a young woman lives with her family. In this place, which bears the name of a mother never forgotten, every fruit tastes like home and every wound finds its healing. But among the vineyards, the centuries-old olive trees, and the silences of dawn, a deep feeling lies hidden, rooted like an oak: a love that defies time, made of glances, waiting, and a silent understanding that grows alongside the lessons the Estate offers to those who know how to listen. This book is not just a story, but a journey of the soul; an invitation to find oneself in simple things and to believe in the strength of one's dreams. Author's Note This story was born from the desire to leave a message of hope and authenticity for the world. I want to dedicate a special thank you to José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. Even though this book is not a fan fiction about him, his incredible tenacity in pursuing his dreams gave me the push I needed to start. Observing his strength gave me the courage not only to bring this story to life but also to overcome every fear and finally publish it here with you. A thank you to my family-as wonderful as they are crazy-the true source of inspiration for these pages. And finally, but not least, to my dear friend Gigi: thank you for believing in me from the start. Without you, this book would never have existed. I would also like to apologize if the English translation is not perfect. COPYRIGHT NOTICE This is a work of fiction. All characters, places (including Tenuta Agata), and events narrated are products of the author's imagination. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any way without prior authorization.

This novel came out of years of denial, self-doubt, and emotional weight that had nowhere else to go. It is a full work of fiction built from small bites of reality and lived experience, and it took far longer to write than I would like to admit. One ordinary afternoon, during the most mundane stretch of my life, I felt the story pressing against me from the inside and decided, without any grand plan, to open a Google document and begin. I did not know then what it would become. I am not entirely sure I know now. I do not know who will read this. But this novel belongs, in some quiet way, to the real people who loosely inspired it. They will know who they are. I hope they receive it in the spirit it was written. Aman ki Asha means Peace's Hope in Hindi. The name is borrowed from a peace campaign launched by activists between India and Pakistan in the early 2000s, a sincere and beautiful effort to close a distance that history had made very difficult to close. There is still no concrete peace between those two nations. The border remains. But the attempt was real, and that is where I found my allegory: two names, Aman and Asha, a union that was temporary and tragic and genuine all at once. The beauty, if there is beauty in it, is that they were perhaps only ever meant for a small piece of time. Until the clock ran out of minutes. These characters are deeply flawed. They make choices that are hard to defend and harder to forget. I hope you love them anyway, the way I came to love them while writing them, which is to say imperfectly and completely and without quite meaning to. This was a labor of love. The labor was real. So was the love.