Poeticprose Stories

Fire and Frost || A Kim Taehyung FF || Previously known as Crimson Thrones She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to halt the carnage. A union between Princess Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, a ruthless king. Yet beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs. A curse born of love, betrayal, and death. As their hearts learn to bleed for one another, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them.

Elliott and Erynel met at a friend's cafe years after they parted ways. With this fated encounter transpiring, will any of them still have residual feelings for each other? Or will they be able to just move past each other like nothing had happened to them in the past. Sequel to "She's Thunderstorms".

Chiedozie Nwosu is a brilliant young African engineering student with a flawless future ahead of him. Elara Whittemore is the daughter of a desperate, debt-ridden British Lord, trapped by the expectations of her class. When a malicious lie places Chiedozie's life and freedom at the mercy of the local constabulary, a brutal bargain is struck in the dark. To buy his silence and unlock a hidden family fortune, Lord Arthur forces an impossible union: Chiedozie must marry Elara, becoming a prisoner to the estate, or face a life behind bars. Bound together by a cold contract and a shared betrayal, two solitary souls must navigate the sharp frost of post-war England. Can love grow from the soil of coercion, or are they merely collateral damage in a nobleman's game? AUTHOR'S NOTE "I wanted to write a story that felt like a lost classic-where the prose is as heavy as the Essex mud and as sharp as a Lagos sun. This is for the dreamers who found themselves in a world that wasn't built for them. Expect chapters that breathe, settings that bleed, and a romance that earns every single spark."

Everyone feels her breeze. No one stays for her rain. Elna has spent her whole life being quiet. At university, she is just another shy first-year student hiding behind awkward smiles, careful words, and a future she has planned down to the smallest detail. Good grades. A scholarship. A career in science. No distractions. Then Noah happens. Charming, guarded, and impossible to read, he becomes the one person she cannot stop noticing the boy she has loved silently since the beginning. But Noah has his own storms: a past he refuses to speak about, a family that returns only when it needs him, and a heart he does not know how to open. To everyone else, Elna is gentle. Easy. A comforting breeze. But underneath, she is full of rain. Will Noah be the one who finally sees the girl beneath her silence? Or will loving him teach her that being seen is not the same as being chosen? A slow-burn, emotional campus romance about love, silence, ambition, and the terrifying beauty of being truly known.

"𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐢, 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐕𝐲𝐚𝐬. 𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. update on every tuesdays and fridays.

Book Three in "Daughters of Eve" Trilogy Ruthie Mae grew up knowing exactly what faith was supposed to look like. Then she lost her parents, lost her home, and found herself in a city that didn't follow a single one of the rules she was raised on. Eli never had that certainty to begin with. No faith handed down to him. What he does have is an eye for structure; for what a thing can hold, and what it can't. He's spent his life building instead of believing. Neither of them wants to change the other. But grief has a way of remaking the people it touches, and faith, once it begins to stretch, rarely returns to the shape it had before. Faithless is a slow-burn literary romance about grief, belonging, and discovering that the strongest foundations are often the ones we choose for ourselves.

Quiet Girl x Patient Healer | Small Town | He Falls First | Slow Burn | Soulful Romance "Grief and love use the same hands to hold things." Twenty-four-year-old Rudra hides her true self behind the quiet shelves of Kitaab Ghar, her late grandmother's decaying riverfront library. An artist who keeps her unfinished canvases stacked facing the wall, she believes her silence is her safest armor. Then comes Kabir-a man who spends his days managing business ledgers and his evenings in a workshop, carefully fixing broken clocks, radios, and mechanisms with his grandfather. Kabir doesn't ask Rudra to be louder. Instead, he learns her quiet. One cold cup of chai at a time, through rainy afternoons, secret sketches, and lost family truths, he enters a silence she didn't even know she was keeping. Every Tuesday, Since is a deeply atmospheric, poetic slow-burn Indian romance about two unraveled souls learning that being chosen and truly seen is the sweetest form of healing. #slowburn #hefallsfirst #indianslowburn #desiromance #artist #comfortcharacter #smalltownromance #foundfamily #aesthetic #healing

We spend our whole lives begging strangers to handle us with gentle hands. We write grand rules for how we want to be loved, yet we never stop to ask the only thing that actually matters: "When was the last time you were gentle with yourself?" This is not a story about finding your other half. It is a sharp, surgical look at the quiet execution we mistake for romance: the decision to carve away your own landscape just to purchase an hour of quiet in someone else's shadow. Stop starving yourself to feed a stone.

"Unanswered letters between two entirely different worlds." Murhaf is a young woman living in a war-torn city in the Middle East. She could neither escape the walls of this cursed place nor overcome the years of horror, trauma, and loss. Shortly after the war ended, she chanced upon Lilium on social media-a famous girl living in the Far East. Murhaf knew nothing about her except for what she shared online. Yet, Lilium's breathtaking beauty, elegance, and pure spirit left Murhaf in absolute awe: Is it possible that we share the same planet with such souls? Driven by this wonder, Murhaf begins to write elegant literary letters that weave reality with imagination, pouring out everything hidden in her heart and mind. But they remain unanswered. How could a girl from a harsh, distant reality expect a response from someone living a beautiful, fairytale life? Yet, Murhaf does not wait for an answer. She doesn't want to burden Lilium's heart or disturb her world. She writes simply to survive-to feel human.Her greatest wish is for the world to feel the beat of her heart and the depth of her words.

In a world where hope is a forgotten language and love is a wound, Nikk Bleue survives behind quiet walls and tired eyes. She's the girl who never cries, never raises her voice- who stares into the night with silent battles inside her heart. Trapped in a cage of loyalty and lies, she's not waiting to be saved, but to be seen. But what happens when someone looks too closely? What if the one person who could break her walls to heal her... or might end up breaking her completely in the process? This story isn't entirely about healing- it's a story where her scars learn to yell and scream... [It's my very first book, so please ignore the errors] Thank you:)

Adi believed love meant waiting. Dom believed love meant leaving before it asked too much. They loved each other, just not with the same courage. This is a story about silence mistaken for maturity, about staying when it hurts, and about realizing that care without clarity can still wound deeply. About timing that never aligns and words that arrive too late. Some loves are not meant to last. They are meant to teach. Read and decide who you become when love asks you to stay.

At the end of it all, what matters most is how we vibe with one another. A small blue star is born with a secret frequency humming deep inside; soft, warm, and unmistakably pink. Surrounded by stars that demand it blaze louder, brighter, and bluer, the spark slowly begins to disappear beneath the weight of pretending. Then, in the darkest corner of the sky, it encounters a wandering constellation of colors that asks for nothing except its honest light. "frequencies" is a lyrical short story about identity, belonging, affirmation, and the quiet miracle of finding people who hear your truest note, and hum it back. Because even after a star is gone, its frequency may still be arriving.

It all began on a quiet autumn evening with a single, clumsy collision on an ordinary street. What followed was laughter that came easily, conversations that stretched deep into the night, and a bond that grew softer with every shared moment. This is a story about two people who found each other in the in-between. between daylight and dusk, between strangers and something more. A story about warmth, silence, and everything that lingers long after the last word is spoken.

I didn't lose myself overnight. It happened one piece at a time. One "yes" when I wanted to say "no." One smile that hid heartbreak. One version of myself created to make someone stay. Until one day, I looked in the mirror and couldn't recognize the person staring back. Insanity: Who I Became to Be Loved is an emotional journey through identity, self-worth, trauma, and healing. If you've ever questioned your value, hidden your pain, or felt like you had to become someone else just to be accepted, this story was written for you. Maybe losing yourself isn't the end of the story. Maybe it's where finding yourself begins.

Life is like a slam book. We open ourselves to others, inviting them to leave their mark. Their words - scribbles on our pages - reveal their thoughts and feelings. We can't control what they write; we can only read, turn the page, and move forward. Each entry becomes a testament to our shared experiences. We cherish them, learn from them, and grow through these interactions. And so, this book - Remain Unsaid... - holds the unspoken feelings I've gathered from the people who filled those pages, alongside my own moments of quiet futility. Feelings of love, betrayal, and blessings - too profound to express to the ones who wrote them - find their way here instead, poured into words that mirror my soul. To those who have walked similar paths, who have felt the depths of love, loss, futility, and longing - may these words validate your emotions, comfort you in silence, and remind you of your strength. - A'nonymous

What is sleep,if not innevitable? What is a meal, if not missible? What is a journey, if not memorable? What are friends, if not in comprehensible? What is drinking, is not a sad man's trance? What are drugs,if not a dreamers dance? What is a flame, if not ablaze? What is a riptide, if not diabolical? What is a chasm, if not deep enough? What is a knife, if not an intruitive thought? What is a rope, if not one's sorrow? What is the man, if not suicidal? What is death, if not a bliss? A stream of consciousness with a poetic prose novel :)

All lives are the first of their kind

Master book of bubbles and ecloes. Every bubble holds a piece of thought, a whisper of feeling, or an echo of memory. This master book gathers them all-poems, reflections, sparks of imagination-floating between silence and voice. Some drift softly, others burst in color, but each leaves ripples behind. Welcome to the ｡Bubble｡ Universe, where words rise, echo, and linger. Bilingual, English + Arabic

A letter from someone who loves too much. Someone who clings,Someone who isn't afraid to admit they're a little unhinged but in the sweetest, scariest way possible. If you've ever loved someone so much it scared you, this is for you. If you've ever felt obsessed with a best friend, this is for you. If you like your poetry dark, twisted, and a little too honest this is for you.

The Road Less Taken They say life is hard... But was it life- or was it the way we chose to live it? We forget that we're the ones holding the pen. Our choices, our silences, our small decisions- they write the story long before the ending arrives. This isn't a tale of heroes or grand fates. It's about the quiet roads. The moments that pass unnoticed. The chances we take-or don't. And the beauty found in the paths most people avoid. Life isn't all bitter. Sometimes it just asks us to listen... to notice the little things... to walk forward, even when the way is unfamiliar. So if you're here- maybe you're ready. Ready to take the road less taken.