Quietromance Stories

She didn't want to go to the football game. He wasn't looking for anyone when he looked up. What starts as a glance turns into something slow, deep, and impossible to ignore. A love story built in quiet moments, stolen looks, and the kind of connection that grows before either of them is ready to name it. When Our Eyes Meet is a college slow burn romance about finding love while feeling lost,choosing softness in a world that's unforgiving and cruel, and learning that some people don't enter your life loudly, they simply change it by staying.

They don't mean to stand this close. It just keeps happening. A glance held too long. A shoulder brushing without apology. Silence that says more than words ever could. Jacob notices first - the space shrinking, the quiet tension, the way proximity starts to feel deliberate instead of accidental. Zach doesn't ask questions. He doesn't rush. He just stays. Nothing is named. Nothing is taken. Everything is felt. Standing Too Close on Purpose is a slow-burn story about restraint, awareness, and the quiet gravity of two people learning how close they're willing to stand - even when they're not ready to say why. TRIGGER WARNINGS * Emotional slow burn * Prolonged unresolved tension * Intimacy through proximity and restraint * Touch-adjacent scenes (PG-13) * Quiet emotional conflict (No explicit sexual content) AUTHOR'S NOTE This story lives in the space before anything happens. It's about restraint, about noticing, about choosing not to cross a line even when you could. Touch is minimal. Silence matters. Proximity carries weight. If you're looking for instant payoff, this isn't that story. If you're looking for slow tension, quiet intimacy, and moments that linger longer than they should - welcome. Please be respectful in the comments. No pressure for escalation. Let the stillness speak. Thank you for reading.

East L.A. a place build on family, culture, long memories, and unspoken rules. Love lives here. So does violence. So does loyalty. Thailaiiani Ortiz watching more than she speaks, carrying her name that comes with history she never chose. People think they know her before she even opens her mouth. This isn't a love story. This is a real life. Los Santos Vs Prophet$. Perception Vs Truth. Grief, denial, and the quiet qork of learning the difference between what feels familiar and what is real. Somethings are temporary. Somethings only pretend to be.

Some people arrive after the fall. Not to save you but to stay while you learn how to rise again.

Ollie Ashcroft has always worn his emotions where everyone can see them. At sixteen, his eyes change colour with every feeling - fear, sadness, joy, overwhelm - betraying him long before he can find the words. In a world that asks him to be quieter, calmer, less, Ollie learns to survive by shrinking. Then Elliot Mercer transfers from Canada. Eli doesn't stare. He doesn't ask Ollie to explain himself. He simply stays - steady, observant, and unafraid of what Ollie's eyes reveal. What begins as shared silence grows into something quieter and deeper than either of them expected. As Ollie learns that calm doesn't have to be earned - and Eli learns that love doesn't mean rescuing - they're forced to confront what it means to choose each other without losing themselves. Set in the late 1990s, The Colour of Staying is a slow-burn coming-of-age story about emotional truth, gentle love, and the bravery it takes to remain present - even when leaving might be easier. Trigger Warnings / Content Notes * Emotional overwhelm * Anxiety and panic responses * Sensory overload * Themes of mental health and emotional vulnerability * Discussions of homesickness and change *(No sexual content. All romance is PG-13.)* This is a quiet story. There are no grand declarations here - just moments of choosing to stay, again and again. The Colour of Staying is about emotional honesty without spectacle, love without urgency, and learning that calm doesn't mean empty. Please read gently. Please comment kindly. This story is PG-13 and centred on emotional growth, not explicit content. If you're here for softness, steadiness, and slow-burn connection - you're in the right place. 🤍

Two strangers. Two anonymous writers. Two academic rivals who would rather set the school on fire than work together. Yahvi The girl who looks untouchable but writes about wanting to be soft. Teachers trust her, freinds depend on her and she always has her shit together She writes: > "People expect me to be strong. I wish someone would let me be soft." Kaiz The one who jokes with teachers, charms every auntie,but bleeds emotions into every line he types. Artsy, Emotional, Daydreams in class and writes poems on the back of his notebook He writes: > "Some people feel like home before they become a home." Their anonymous messages turn into obsession. Their rivalry turns dangerous. Their feelings get messy. And the truth? The truth changes everything. A story of rivals, secrets, anonymous words, and the slow-burn love that starts between the lines.

Elara arrives in a quiet coastal town carrying a grief she does not speak about. The town watches closely, remembering houses, names, and histories long after people believe they have moved on. Rowan is the boy everyone avoids but never forgets. Noah is the one who offers warmth without questions. Between whispered observations, half-spoken truths, and a lighthouse that refuses to stop shining, Elara begins to realize that being seen is not the same as being known-and that some stories only reveal themselves when you stop running from them. A slow-burn story about memory, loss, and the quiet choices that change us.

He didn't follow her. He didn't speak to her. He didn't even know why his heartbeat changed when he saw her. Hiba Qureshi lives a quiet, disciplined life-grounded in responsibility, strength, and boundaries she refuses to break. Love isn't something she seeks. Control isn't something she gives. Aahil Siddiqui has everything-money, power, influence. Raised in silence, he learned early that words are unnecessary when presence alone is enough. He doesn't chase. He observes. A fleeting moment at a traffic signal changes nothing... or so it seems. No confessions. No promises. Just glances that linger longer than they should and silences that start to feel heavy. This isn't a story that rushes. It's a story about obsession that grows quietly. About control without touch. About a girl who won't bend-and a man who doesn't need words to claim space in her world. ......

Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with silence. In a quiet school classroom, where rain taps softly against the windows, Rihaan sits by himself observant, guarded, and more comfortable with sketches than words. He notices details others miss, speaks only when necessary, and carries a pain he never explains. Priya arrives without noise, but with curiosity. She doesn't try to fix Rihaan or force him to open up. She simply notices the empty seat, the unfinished drawings, the silences that feel heavier than words. Slowly, without meaning to, she begins to care. We Never Said It First is a slow-burn story about first attachment the kind that grows quietly, before anyone dares to name it. It's about: missing someone without calling it love understanding before confession pain that enters softly, without explanation and connections built through shared silence rather than spoken promise There are no dramatic declarations here. Only rain, empty benches, unfinished sketches, and feelings that arrive long before words do. This story is for those who believe that love doesn't always begin with happiness sometimes, it begins with concern... and the things we never said first.

She doesn't fear death. He treats life like something sacred. An INTJ woman raised on distance and control. An ENFJ man shaped by faith, warmth, and staying. And an ENFP boy who stayed when the world didn't - becoming family long before love ever arrived. Goa wasn't on the itinerary. It was a collision. Some safars change where you go. Some safars quietly decide who you survive as. Safar is a love story - not everyone's, not forever, not safely.

He smiled like he already knew what I was thinking. "You're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Thinking instead of talking." "I like thinking." "I know," he said softly. "But I'd really like to hear you." My heart started racing. "There's nothing to hear." He laughed under his breath. "That's a lie. Your eyes talk way too much." I looked down, trying to hide my smile. And that's when he knew he'd won.

Two introverts. One forgotten meeting. A memory only one of them remembers. Vida never liked crowds. College was supposed to be a quiet beginning-until she crossed paths with Aarav, the youngest professor on campus. Calm, reserved, and unreadable, he felt oddly familiar in ways she couldn't explain. What Vida doesn't know is that their story didn't begin in a classroom. A year ago, on the day Aarav became a professor, fate played its first trick at a restaurant-an accidental meeting Vida forgot, but Aarav never did. Now, surrounded by corridors, lectures, and unspoken moments, two silences meet again. This time, neither of them can walk away. A story about introverts, quiet bonds, unspoken memories, and the kind of connection that doesn't announce itself-but stays.

"If things were different..." Jeff's voice trails off. Ivy finishes it for him: "We would've been something, right?" He fell for her when she was still learning how to let people close. She fell for him when he'd already learned how to stay safe behind silence. They walk the same campus, smile the same polite smiles, and avoid the same memories they both keep replaying at night. Jeff doesn't blame her for falling late - he thinks she deserves a love without hesitation. Ivy keeps drifting toward him anyway - a little too curious, a little too attached to the version of him she once imagined. Some stories don't arrive loudly. Some slip in quietly, in the hesitation before a confession, in the space between two hearts that almost touched. A tender, aching slow-burn about timing, courage, and the love that waits in the quiet.

In a narrow lane in Taipei, a family dumpling shop hums through summer: boiling water, cicadas, rain on metal awnings, scooters slipping past on wet streets. Wei Muyu has grown up inside this rhythm, her life shaped by steam, schedules, and the expectation that she will always be there. When childhood friend Yang Zhifeng drifts back into her days - helmet under his arm, rain on his sleeves - old memories surface alongside new silences. Between late-night rides, shared meals, and a lantern released into the sky, the city becomes a witness to everything they don't quite say.

Just friends- until love changed everything

Nine years of distance. One New Year's night. And a love that never really learned how to end.

NA2: We Were Never Just Curious Judul: We Were Never Just Curious Genre: Romance, School Life, Slice Of Life, Drama Sinopsis: Nesha Niskala Valesca tidak pernah berniat menjadi pusat perhatian. Sebagai murid pindahan yang lebih nyaman duduk di pojok kelas dengan earphone di telinga, ia hanya ingin menjalani hari-harinya dengan tenang. Namun kehadirannya justru menarik perhatian Adnan Nicholas Elvano-siswa populer yang terbiasa dikelilingi banyak orang, tetapi tak pernah benar-benar merasa dimengerti. Ketertarikan Nicholas bermula dari rasa penasaran, sementara Nesha memilih menjaga jarak, sadar betul akan reputasi yang mengiringi namanya. Seiring waktu, jarak itu perlahan menyempit. Kehadiran Nicholas yang konsisten membuat Nesha merasa aman, meski keraguan tak pernah benar-benar hilang-terutama ketika Ruby, gadis yang juga dekat dengan Nicholas, masih berada di sekelilingnya. Di antara rasa nyaman, cemburu yang tak diakui, dan luka keluarga yang belum selesai, Nesha dan Nicholas dihadapkan pada satu pertanyaan sederhana namun berbahaya: apakah ini benar-benar cinta, atau hanya rasa penasaran yang terlambat mereka sadari sejak awal? Cast Utama: - Nesha Niskala Valesca (Nesha) - Adnan Nicholas Elvano (Nicholas) ✦ Ia bilang hanya penasaran. Tapi perasaannya tahu lebih dulu.

Aurora. She is the daughter of Severus Snape. Not a secret - but someone he is determined to protect. With a Muggle mother and a Gryffindor heart, she grows up loved by her father, welcomed, and firmly rooted among friends who never question where she belongs. Hogwarts is her home in ways it never was for her father. And then there is him. A Slytherin boy shaped by his name, his family, and a future already narrowing around him. Someone Snape does not trust. Someone she was never meant to notice - and cannot stop noticing. - Note: I created the pictures to the chapters with AI

She didn't plan to fall apart, but maybe breaking was the only way to find something real. Between the quiet corners of Rome and the noise of New York, she begins to piece herself back together, one memory, one heartbeat, one hour at a time. Tender Hours is a story about love that lingers, loss that reshapes you, and the beauty of beginning again. #1 ArtGallery - 24 Nov #1 WomenWriters - 24 Nov #89 NewYork out of 30.9K stories - 24 Nov

Two artists. One sketchbook. A story about finding connection in a world that never felt built for you. Ash Lyren never planned to stand out. He prefers life behind the scenes - sketching stories, storyboarding dreams, and watching the world through a lens only he understands. Autistic, asexual, and quietly creative, Ash finds order in a life that rarely makes sense. Samantha Pyrel, on the other hand, shines where he fades. Artistic, witty, and secretly unsure of her place, she hides behind smiles and sketchbook pages of her own. When their worlds collide at Eastview High, what begins as a quiet friendship becomes something deeper - two artists learning to be seen for who they are, and to see each other beyond the noise. A story about art, identity, belonging, and the courage it takes to begin - because every connection, like every story, has to start somewhere.