Literary-fiction Stories

He didn't go missing. He stepped away. When Rohan disappears from an elite boarding school in the hills, the institution closes ranks. No questions. No blame. No story. But Siya can't accept the silence-especially when fragments of Rohan's thoughts begin surfacing in the wrong places. As pressure tightens and memories blur into longing, Siya is forced to confront a terrifying truth: some disappearances are deliberate-and loving someone doesn't mean being protected from their choices. The Quiet Vanishing is a slow-burn literary mystery about power, absence, and a love that leaves questions instead of answers.

Every Halloween, a candle is lit for the dead to find their way home. Liam returns-barefoot, younger, and alive-to a family that has already buried him. Some promises are kept only once a year. Some goodbyes burn brighter than grief.

Elias Rowe transfers to a school unlike any other, it is an institution where students remain from high school through university, where time layers itself into the very architecture, and where knowledge is only half the battle. As a transfer, he must navigate a world of hidden hierarchies, unspoken rules, and faculty whose authority is quiet but absolute. One encounter with a senior professor forces him to confront the system's subtle power and the costs of being observed-and judged-without consent. In a school that blends Victorian halls, futuristic corridors, and untamed woods, Elias learns that calmness is not the absence of struggle, and belonging comes at a price. A story about observation, hierarchy, and the quiet tension between freedom and conformity, Silent Placement explores the ways we survive in a system designed to outlast us.

There are loves that do not end with goodbye- they simply learn how to stay quiet. Ma, I'm Still Talking to You is a reflective monologue novel about a daughter learning to live with the absence of her mother. Through memories, unspoken gratitude, quiet regret, forgiveness, and prayer, this story explores grief not as something to overcome, but as something to carry with grace. Written in calm, poetic prose, this book does not offer loud sorrow. It moves gently-like someone learning how to breathe again after loss. This novel is a tribute to mothers, and a safe space for anyone who has loved deeply, lost painfully, and is still learning how to continue without forgetting.

Some houses shelter you. Others teach you how to disappear. In Part One: Then, Paris is a teenager navigating high school, first love, and loyalty to a family that is quietly unraveling. Inside a house ruled by control and unspoken fear, she learns how to stay alert, how to endure, and how to look steady even when nothing feels safe. What happens there will change her forever. In Part Two: Now, Paris is older-and no longer willing to let the past speak for her. With clarity and distance, she revisits the memories she once survived without understanding. She examines what silence protected, what it cost, and what it took to finally unlearn it. This is not a story about waiting to be saved. It is a story about what happens after survival-about memory, agency, and reclaiming the voice that was once forced underground. The House That Taught Me Silence is a powerful, emotionally layered novel about growing up inside harm, stepping beyond it, and choosing where the story lives next.

this story is about boy staying in his uncle house. after problem with his uncle, he went to meadow by his trumpet. but as he blow the trumpet, he met stars that talked to him. the stars followed him and the stars invited him to the surrealist, dreamlike world where the labyrinth shouldn't existed. inspiration from J.L Borges, M.C Esher illustration and the owl house character.

Some loves don't end - they go quiet, until they find their voice again. Between "I have to" and "I love you," Athens keeps breathing, and the air still smells like old jasmine. A single comment under a forgotten photo wakes time up - before/after, before/after, like a pendulum. Andreas learned silence to survive. Charoula walked through fire - and stayed standing. Two people on the same avenue, in different lanes. Athens, at night. Bouzoukia, loss, second chances - and a love that keeps testing its own limits. Part of a broader narrative cycle. If this story stays with you, new chapters are posted every Wednesday and Saturday. A new novel is in progress. It will be released when it's ready. Thank you for reading. ✍️ Odysseas Nostos Part of the #JustWriteIt Challenge #odysseasnostos #athens #love #memory #drama #relationships #secondchance #nostalgia

Huijin raised the boy. Watched him step, hesitant, into the place meant for his older brother. But the boy is no longer a boy, and Huijin no longer knows how to reach him. After the haunting at Caodi village, Yin Yue returns to Yuchi Court changed. The old monk Huixin believes a strange talent stirs within him, a power Yin Yue refuses to name. But there is little time to seek answers in the quiet arts of Sheng. When an honored friend is taken by brigands, tensions with Clan Mao threaten to ignite a war. Yin Yue, ever softer than the world allows, pleads for peace. But peace is brittle in a land so full of ghosts. What awaits in the brigands' lair is not mere man's cruelty. When an ancient presence awakens, not all leave the mountain alive. In the aftermath, wounds fester. Trust fractures. And as whispers spread, a question begins to form: Was this misfortune, or design? And who, unseen, is shaping what's to come? SYNOPSIS VOLUME 1: Grief is a restless ghost. Left untended, it festers. Left unspoken, it haunts. Yin Yue was never meant to lead Clan Ming. That had been his radiant brother's fate, until the former zongzhu of Ming met his end in disgrace. Now, the weight of the disgraced clan rests on his narrow shoulders, his every step watched by Huijin, the man who raised him and the man who cannot forgive him. Alongside them walks an aging swordmaster, oathbound to a boy he knows he cannot protect. When a village is stalked by the ghost of a beast, Yin Yue is obliged to intervene. But the land remembers what men forget. Old wounds seep beneath quiet soil, and not all spirits can be banished. As the past sharpens its teeth, Yin Yue must ask himself: is the haunting in the village, or in the people he calls his own?

In 19th Century Berlin, Victor Harmann is a talented but unsuccesful artist, desperate for inspiration that he cannot manage to find. Drunk, and about to get kicked out of his small apartment, he stumbles upon a mysterious, elusive woman who seems to haunt his every thought. As Victor embarks a journey of self-discovery, passion and even obsession, he becomes a recognised painter. But Eveline isn't at all who he imagined. *All rights reserved*

He was typing... She waited. The dots disappeared. The train left. The number got blocked. The story ended. This is what happens when no one is brave enough to hit send. Finished. Permanently. If you hate open wounds and unsent messages, back out now. Still here? Good luck.

Everybody Looks Good on Paper is a contemporary family drama about power, perception, and the damage that hides behind success. From the outside, the Mason family is untouchable. A respected federal judge, a renowned psychology professor, a decorated LAPD captain, a brilliant lawyer, a famous actress, and a black sheep. Wealth, influence, intelligence, and prestige stacked neatly, flawlessly, as if designed for a magazine spread or a Wikipedia page. The kind of family people admire without question. But paper lies. Beneath the accolades and carefully curated public images, the Mason household is fractured beyond repair. Held together not by love, but by silence, obligation, and fear. Each sibling carries a different version of the same childhood, shaped by neglect, favoritism, and parents who understood control better than affection.

A half-brother disappears, leaving a family to confront the weight of his silent, unseen acts. Through repaired objects, blurred paintings, and small gestures, his presence-and absence-reveals the hidden balance he maintained, and the quiet depth of a life lived for others.

Eleanor has spent her life in the shadows of Everridge Hall, a quiet maid with a heart full of unspoken dreams. When William, the young heir of the estate, begins to see her in ways no one else ever has, their secret bond becomes a fragile rebellion against the world that keeps them apart. But war steals William away, and a long‑buried truth about Eleanor's past threatens to upend everything she thought she knew about herself. As letters go missing, loyalties shift, and grief reshapes her future, Eleanor must choose between the life she was born into and the love she cannot forget.

One ordinary girl wakes up inside a palace of colours. They call her princess. She calls it prison. Here, every room has a rule: speak soft, smile soft, want soft. She obeys-until the day she realises, If fitting means I vanish, then I choose to be the loudest thing in this loud kingdom. A quiet revolt. A girl who learns happiness isn't wearing their mask-it's burning it.

She learned how to save lives during the war. She learned how dangerous mercy could be when the war ended. Batavia, 1942. Amara Wiratama is a civilian medic running a small clinic behind a market street during the final years of Japanese occupation. She treats anyone who arrives wounded, hungry, or collapsing, refusing to ask which side they belong to. In a city ruled by fear, her work becomes a quiet act of defiance. Captain Kenji Takahashi is an enemy officer trained to obey, yet increasingly unable to ignore the cost of that obedience. When their paths cross, there is no confession, no promises, no safe space for love. Only proximity, shared exhaustion, and the weight of choices that cannot be undone. As Japan's power collapses and revolution rises, violence changes shape. Justice becomes unstable. Mercy becomes a crime. Amara must decide whether survival means leaving, resisting, or staying to witness what history demands. The Wound We Kept is a historical war romance told with restraint and silence. There is no comfort here. No easy redemption. Only what remains when love is seen clearly, and still cannot be saved.

Some women disappear loudly. Others vanish into better lives. Serenity Lowes had everything-visibility, influence, desire. Sixteen million eyes watching her existence unfold in real time. A man who claimed to love her. A life that looked enviable from the outside and unlivable from within. After a violent unraveling-one she does not fully remember-Serenity disappears. She wakes in another world. Now called Aminha, she is a princess bound by ritual, protection, and quiet agreements. Married to a man who keeps her safe but distant. Watched by a brother-in-law who sees too much and says nothing. Living inside a structure designed to preserve order, not truth. As fragments of her former life bleed through-journals, dreams, flashes of blue beneath her skin-Aminha begins to suspect that her current reality is not a blessing, but a containment. And that love, when misused, can become a cage. You're Mine is a psychological noir fantasy about identity fracture, controlled intimacy, spiritual inheritance, and what happens when a woman remembers herself in a world that requires her not to.

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In the silence of the Haworth parsonage, Emily cannot write. Her inkwell is dry. Her gentleman will not come alive. So she dreams. And on the moors, a figure emerges. Heathcliff. But creation has costs. When Emily imagines a woman fierce enough to match him, she loses them both to each other. Night after night, she tries to unmake what she made. Night after night, Catherine will not dissolve. What remains when your characters outgrow you? This is my entry for The Wattpad "WutheringHeights" Movie Reimagined Contest. It is under 3000 words, rated for readers of all ages.

Ezryn exists in a world of quiet. For her, silence isn't empty; it's a refuge of clarity in a noisy, demanding world. She understands actions, not words. The weight of a door closing. The logic of a finished task. The sharp, clarifying pain of a burn. When the chaos of other people's emotions encroaches, her first instinct is to retreat behind her own walls. But a single, broken voice on the phone-Liora's voice-pierces that silence with a sound she cannot ignore. Liora is unraveling. The pressure to be perfect, to be strong for everyone else, has finally snapped. Huddled in the wreckage of a devastating family dinner, she is utterly alone, convinced her vulnerability is a failure. The last person she expects to see is Ezryn, a woman who communicates in gestures, not platitudes. Who doesn't tell her it will be okay, but simply sits in the dark with her, an anchor in the storm. This is where their story begins: in the quiet aftermath. It is a slow, aching journey between a woman learning how to fall apart and a woman learning how to hold the pieces. For Liora, Ezryn's steadfast presence becomes a shelter where she discovers that breaking is not the end. For Ezryn, Liora's trust becomes a quiet question she's never been asked before: what is the weight of a touch? The meaning of a heartbeat under her hand? Their connection grows in the spaces between words, in shared silence over morning coffee and the unspoken language of simply being there. But the weight of quiet is a heavy thing... Is it the beginning of peace, or merely a different kind of suffering? Can a person learn to live with their broken pieces, or is true healing something else entirely... © All rights reserved. This work is my original creation and may not be copied, reproduced, or distributed without permission.

I died at twenty. Ten years later, someone said my name like it hurt. This is not a love story. It's a story about memory, guilt, and what happens when the dead are not ready to let go.