Historias de Introspect

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.

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

25-year old Lee still hasn't figured out why they could not form any long-lasting relationships, even friendships for that matter. Aside from family members, which they are obligated to talk to, there is no one else Lee had even come close to calling a friend. Well, maybe except for one. -------- Submitted for ONC 2026 @OpenNovellaContest Using the following prompts : 29. You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints in your heart. 104. While wandering in the woods, you dismiss the rustling behind you as nothing more than wind through the trees until you turn around and realize it isn't the wind at all. 106. After waking at 3AM to a freezing room and a door you're certain you closed, you find wet footprints and melting snow leading from your bedroom into the hall. Realizing someone or something is inside your home, you follow the trail to uncover the truth. ------------- © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. All rights reserved. Cover design © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. Images used in this work belong to their respective copyright holders and are used under license or in accordance with applicable Creative Commons terms. Edited or altered images are copyrighted by the author in their final form.

Another RL adventure, just like I promised! Because honestly, can we ever get enough of them? But this time, it's a special collection of one-shots. So dive in, enjoy every twist and turn, and have fun along the way!

YN is a Filipino nursing student living in Sydney, balancing study, work, and a close family life. One impulsive night leads her to a movie event where she sees Ariana Grande in person for the first time. They don't meet or speak, and YN leaves thinking it was just a passing moment. But for Ariana, something about the quiet presence of someone in the crowd stays with her. When their lives eventually cross again, two very different worlds begin to overlap. What follows is a slow burn romance built on patience, emotional safety, and the comfort of being truly seen. A story about timing, missed connections, and love that grows softly, without rush.

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.

Tanner Thomas has a reputation. As "Tinder," he's the life of the game-charming, untouchable, and always just out of reach. In the world of Banana Ball, where every moment is a performance, he's learned how to give people exactly what they want without ever giving too much of himself. Sierra Callahan isn't interested in any of that. She lives a quieter life, one built on intention, stability, and the things that last. She has no patience for someone who treats connection like a game. But when they meet during a summer baseball camp, what begins as something light quickly turns into something neither of them can ignore. The problem? Tanner doesn't know how to be real. And Sierra won't settle for anything less. As distance, expectations, and the weight of his carefully built persona begin to pull them apart, Tanner is forced to choose: Keep playing the part everyone loves-or risk everything for something real.

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.

Ivan Guillermo de la Vega knows how to write about people. He just doesn't get involved. As a writer for the Indiana Daily Student, he's built his life on observation-clean, precise, and always neutral. Until one late night, when he answers a simple AI prompt and creates something he doesn't expect: An ideal. Calm. Consistent. Someone who stays. He closes the tab and forgets about it. The next day, he walks into a café and meets him. Owen Maverick Turner isn't loud. He doesn't try to impress. He doesn't interrupt. He just... stays. And somehow, without trying, he matches everything Ivan wasn't supposed to find in real life. What starts as coincidence becomes pattern. What feels manageable becomes undeniable. Because Ivan can write about people. But this time, he's no longer neutral.

November 2022. Something was sent into the sea --- It carried nothing but a message... and the quiet hope that someone, somewhere, would read it. What followed was not a fairytale, but something softer... slower... and far more real. This is a story of distance, timing, and two people learning how much of themselves they are willing to give --- before the tide changes again. Based on real messages. Written from memory. Felt, more than remembered. -

Some people leave before they go. Elian has built his life around absence so carefully that he stopped noticing the shape of it - the cold room, the counted coins, the mornings that continue without him. In the fog of Baguio City, he is invisible by choice. Unremarkable. Enough. Then Mara arrives. Not to save him. Not even trying to. And that's the problem. Because she shows him - without meaning to, without asking - exactly what he's been missing. And Elian makes the mistake that lonely people always make: he reaches for the feeling instead of understanding where it came from. The Shape of What Remains is a story about what we project onto the people we love, what we lose when we hold too tight, and what survives when everything else doesn't. Some things don't end. They just become the weight that tells you where the ground is.

Supergirl arrives in Midvale guided by a sensation she cannot name - echoes of something ancient that the town insists on hiding. Between missions and silences, Kara Zor-El investigates a threat that doesn't announce itself, but gathers on the fringes. Kenneth Donovan is in town for a festival, trying to keep his own mysteries under control. The story follows his point of view - not as a hero, but as someone observing the myth from far too close. As the shadow grows, the extraordinary and the mundane begin to touch. And in Midvale, being seen can cost more than flying.

He doesn't know when it started. Not the moment. Not the reason. Just that somewhere between a new school, familiar routines, and conversations that didn't seem important- something stayed. She wasn't supposed to matter. Not like that. But some people don't leave when they're gone. They stay in the way you think. In the things you remember. In the silence between everything else. This isn't a love story. It's about something quieter than that. Something you don't notice until it's already real.

Jo's life is simple. Same routine. Same places. Same days. Nothing's wrong with it. Nothing's really happening either. Then-quietly-something shifts. Not in a big way. Just enough.

'Once those gates close, they're closed for good.' Those were the last words Money heard after the door slammed shut. Now, the Zero-Star Hotel is a tomb, and Nightmare Island is the only world left. No contestants, no recovery centers, and no way out. Just one bill, alone in the dirt, waiting for a forever that has only just begun."

Lin Zeyuan has seen emotions his entire life. Not in words. Not in expressions. But in colors. Joy glows gold. Anger burns crimson. Loneliness drifts in pale blue. To him, every human feeling paints the air like an invisible storm. What once seemed like a strange gift slowly became a burden, a world where no emotion can truly be hidden. Now a psychiatrist, Ze Yuan spends his days listening to people whose pain no one else can see. But understanding pain is not the same as healing it. When a patient's death shatters his belief in his own ability, Ze Yuan is forced to confront a truth he has tried to ignore his entire life: Even someone who sees every emotion.... cannot always save the person carrying it. And sometimes the most terrifying moment is not the chaos of color, but the silence that comes when the colors disappear. (@soulbridge). All rights reserved.

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

Disclaimer: This is raw, unpolished, and deeply personal. It explores themes of loneliness, resilience, and identity. © 2026 Nyxerose. All rights reserved. This work is original and may not be reproduced, distributed, or used without permission from the author. Published on Wattpad, Inkitt, Reddit and Tumblr under the username Nyxerose. Will be posted on RoyalRoad as well

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