Introspect Stories

Published on 4/5/20 In Neo's past life, he was a wicked person who sought to kill his little brother, the rightful heir of a Ducal House. His conspiracy led to his eventual demise. Then he was reborn into another world and became a successful medical researcher... ... Then he died again because he believed he was too good for the concept of sleep, and was sent back to the beginning, before his plans and cruel deeds led him down the path of no return. This second chance might be his salvation. . . It was said that the oldest Young Master of the Odum Family has become strange as of late. Was he perhaps trying to kill someone again? His younger brother better watch out, or else he might die this time. Everyone, duck and cover! Don't want to be in the crossfire! Edited by: bafflinghaze Cover by @Niveggo. Volume I Spring 1 - 40 Complete Volume II Summer 41 - ??? Obligatory Declaration (because it is now 2025): This story was made by a human author. In fact, all my stories were made by a human author. Do NOT feed more work into AI. I do not permit my works to be used in any way to train generative AI.

Burnt out and grieving her grandmother's passing, 29-year-old Adelina "Lina" Salazar leaves the city to return to her hometown and her grandmother's closed bakery. With no baking skills and a weary heart, she struggles at first, but the townsfolk who step through her doors soon offer more than support-they give her genuine connection and hope. ‎ ‎Through their warmth, Lina rediscovers a life beyond ambition, learning that sometimes the heart only needs to rest, remember, and be still. And one morning, she pulls a tray from the oven and sees it-the bread has finally turned golden.

Falling into someone is easy. Falling into yourself is the part no one warns you about. Aria is learning that love doesn't always arrive gently. Sometimes it crashes, sometimes it heals, and sometimes it asks you to become someone braver than you were before. Set against late nights, quiet ache, and the slow unraveling of becoming, Falling Into Me is a New Adult romance about self-discovery, emotional intimacy, and the kind of love that changes you - even when it doesn't stay. Some loves don't save you. They wake you up.

Maeve Raines has seen golden strings since her teenage years-thin, luminous threads tied to people's pinkies, binding them through choice, emotion, and consequence. Friendship. Betrayal. Belief. Obsession. Love. Everyone has them. Some have many. Having only one is rare. Having none is impossible. Except Maeve cannot see her own. Now in her late twenties, she lives a life that demands silence and observation. Her secret stays hidden, pressed between unanswered questions and the letters she writes to the Fates-quiet confessions meant for powers she isn't sure are listening. Over the years, she has learned every shade of gold that exists and memorized their meanings. There is nothing left about the strings that should surprise her. To the world, she is someone else entirely. She goes by Juno-a name chosen, not given. A name she wears like armor. Under that name, she drifts. Watches. Learns how lives knot and unravel. Until she meets Theo Mercer. Her neighbor is gentle, reserved, and marked by something she has never encountered before. He has no visible strings. Not one. The absence unsettles her more than any bond ever has-because she knows what every shade should mean, and yet he fits none of them. Theo knows nothing of fate or golden threads-only that being near Juno feels fragile, like something he shouldn't expect to keep. What unfolds between them is not loud or dramatic. It is slow. Measured. Built from shared glances, half-confessions, and the quiet comfort of being understood without explanation. And for the first time, Maeve feels something she cannot categorize-a pull, a burn around her own pinkie whenever she turns away from him. Still unable to see her string, she prays-desperately-that if it exists, it will not be the worst kind. The color of love that never gets to stay. To the Fates is a quiet, tragic exploration of destiny misunderstood, love interrupted, and the cost of seeing what others cannot.

3 a.m. echoes and golden hour realizations. these poems are for the learners, the dreamers, and the ones still finding their color.

"and in the threshold of liminality, one does not know whether they think, or they dream..." a poetry-prose collection of beauty... and its ruins. Cover in Pinterest by Julianne Riddle

A mythos lit into being by an angel's descent, the forgotten memory of a shattered flower, and a sister sealed in human skin-slowly recovering who she is within the Dreaming. Five cosmic brothers and one watchful demon circle the past she can't outrun. This is a family reunion she never chose... and one the universe might not survive.

He walked into the marriage with conditions. She walked in with reverence.

She doesn't ask for help. Not because she can't. But because she doesn't want to be heavy. Ira has mastered the art of leaving early. Before staying costs her more than moving on.

Margins Were Never Enough is a mythic chronicle of a woman who refused to compress her mind to fit the rooms she entered. Written in the tone of preserved manuscripts, this first chronicle traces the awakening of a voice once measured by narrow margins- and the architecture she built beyond them. Through archives of unsent letters, cathedrals of language, and winds that no longer explain themselves, the narrative explores articulation, discernment, and sovereign becoming. This is not a story of rebellion. It is a study of expansion. For those who have ever been told to shorten themselves, this manuscript offers something rarer than validation: Vastness A new chapter will be unveiled each week.

The final book of the trilogy is now live. The Woman Who Knows closes a story that began with connection, moved through uncertainty, and ends not with loss-but with clarity. This book is not about walking away in anger. It is about standing firmly with oneself. Thank you to every reader who stayed, reflected, and grew alongside these pages. - Final Book of the Trilogy

In Aetherion, a floating city ruled by gears and ritual, time never slips-until it does. When a young man finds a hidden artifact that shouldn't exist, the city's old paths begin to shift. Maps rewrite, doors awaken, and the clock that once kept order now demands proof of worth. But when the city deems him 'unsuitable,' his true journey begins-not to fix Aetherion, but to listen to what the sky forgot.

Erith survived the impossible. Maeric seeks the truth. The drought is unending, the Kingdoms are on the brink... ...and the moment Erith is seen, war will follow.

A high school student living a normal life who struggles with attachment-he gets close to people easily but feels a sudden emotional distance once it becomes real. He isn't sad or broken, just confused by why this pattern keeps repeating. The story follows his slow awareness of these tendencies and how he begins to understand himself without turning it into something dramatic.

When Peace Felt Boring is a quiet reflection on what happens when calm replaces chaos-and the discomfort that comes with it. For the woman learning that safety doesn't have to be exciting to be real, this story explores choosing steadiness over urgency and trusting peace even when it feels unfamiliar. 🕊️ A Peace Suite story.

1 song every day in February. 28 songs written between June and December 2025.

An itinerary of reflections on an intimate map of light and shadow, where I chart a journey through my inner world in an attempt to understand so I can let go or accept-and, with a bit of luck-turn wounds into wings. Updates: Tue, Thu & Sun - 7:30 p.m. CET

"I have spent my life perfecting the art of being 'fine'-a linguistic shield that ensures no one ever looks at the bruising beneath the skin." In the heart of a city that never stops breathing, I move like a ghost. To the world, I am a portrait of professional success. To myself, I am a cartographer of a soul that has lost its way, navigating a "Calculus of Loss" where the remainder is always a heavy, haunting silence. Written in vivid, lyrical prose, this is not just a story-it is a sensory descent into the internal architecture of regret. It is the anatomy of an echo, the weight of unsent letters, and the friction of a heart rubbing against a life that no longer fits. From the sterile glass cages of the skyline to the rain-slicked neon of midnight diners, Whispers in the Abyss of Solitude explores the "no-go zones" of the human psyche. It is a journey for the thinkers, the watchers, and those who know that the most terrifying abyss isn't found in nature, but in the quiet moments between breaths. A deep, introspective navigation of the self. For fans of atmospheric prose, philosophical reflections, and the beauty found within the blur.

She has millions of readers, a bestselling pen, and a business empire built on discipline and brilliance. But outside the glossy covers of her books, she is... a walking chaos - soft-hearted, emotionally tangled, and carrying stories she never meant to write about her own life. When an unexpected friendship enters her world - one that feels too comforting, too genuine, too dangerous - her carefully built walls start cracking. Between deadlines, late-night conversations, hidden fears, and unspoken laughter, she learns that even the strongest women need someone who sees them beyond their success. This is a story about emotions that spill over, friendships that anchor you, and the quiet softness that survives even in the messiest chaos. Not romance. Not drama. Just a journey of two souls learning what it means to choose peace, loyalty, and the courage to be understood. Started: 10, January 2026. Time: 9:03 pm

❅A February Collection❅ A series of letters written to life as it is-gentle, strange, fleeting, and sometimes uncomfortable. From dying light to perfect pens and more, things most people wouldn't look at twice, Letters to Life is a collection of poetic reflections on the ordinary and the overlooked. Some letters are warm. Some are heavy. All are written with care.