Strangerstosomething Stories

You read my books like you recognize the language of my wounds, seeing beauty in the parts of me that once felt too ruined to write about.

A bold, deadpan, sarcastic british heiress gets bitten by her own unending curiosity, and gets sent to a boarding school all the way in small town Brookridge- Evermere Prep for the gifted. Except she doesn't know how she's suddenly gifted and why she's being haunted by unwanted friends, alliances, a long lost aunt and a 70's ghost who won't leave her alone.

FLIGHT: EK202 GATE: A16 SEAT: 1A (Window) The airport never sleeps-just like the ache in Callum's chest. At twenty, he's a pilot in training, chasing the sky like it might fix something inside him. He's all logic and flight paths... until her. Ruelle is thirty-one, a creative director with art-stained hands and a heart that's learned how to let go. She's not supposed to notice the boy with storm eyes. And he's not supposed to feel grounded by the woman who walks like she owns gravity. But one look. One spark. One gate they shouldn't both be at. They were never meant to meet-but here they are, caught in a moment between departures and decisions. He's destined for the clouds. She's buried in color and deadlines. And yet... something between them lingers, dangerous and magnetic. This wasn't in the itinerary. And neither of them is ready for takeoff. A fleeting connection. An impossible chemistry. Maybe some flights aren't meant to land. --- ✈️

A fleeting yet profound moment between two strangers alters the narrator's perspective on control, unpredictability, and human connection. As he walks a spontaneous and enigmatic girl to class, he recognizes a familiar pain in her-the same hidden struggle he has long carried. Haunted by a childhood memory of nearly drowning, he vows not to let her sink unnoticed. Will he find a way to reach her before she drifts too far?

A man named Sebastian sails out for fish, but finds something way more interesting. Dragging himself, and sometimes his friend (Richard) into exciting interactions with the discovery, he finds himself enthralled. Ps: I never write so don't be surprised if this is trash lol

A flight to London. A chance encounter. A connection neither of them expected. Ankita is leaving behind everything familiar-her home, her family, her past-for a fresh start in England. Determined to make her own way, she's ready for challenges... but not for the sharp-witted stranger seated next to her. Taeoh is on his way to yet another business meeting, drowning in a life that never felt like his own. Music once defined him, but now, expectations weigh him down. He has no interest in distractions-until an accidental coffee spill and a quiet connection change everything. Two strangers. One shared moment. And a melody of emotions that lingers long after the flight has landed. Will this fleeting encounter fade into the background, or is it the beginning of something neither of them saw coming?

"Isang gabi lang 'to." Gemini meets Fourth on the night they both almost gave up. No promises, no labels - just milk, a chocolate bar, and quiet understanding. A story about grief, guilt, and choosing to stay. Not a love story. But maybe the start of something softer. (written in taglish)

It was just another rainy morning. Until it wasn't. A missed step. A quiet apology. A face that lingers in memory longer than it should. He didn't ask for her name-he should've. He didn't expect to see her again-he did. But not everything returns the way it left. Set in the spaces between moments and the silence after goodbyes, "Half a Heartbeat Late" explores how the smallest encounters can echo the loudest.

He molds the earth with steady hands. She molds the sky with fragile words. Elior lives in silence, speaking through clay. Lyra lives in verse, speaking through poetry. When their worlds meet-soil and ink-they discover a love as tender as pottery, as enduring as words written on the heart.

She came to the Middle East to work, not to fall in love. After nearly a year working quietly in Mr. Al Rashid's house, Nia has learned to keep her head down, her heart guarded, and her past buried. But everything shifts when the boss's eldest son returns from Europe - confident, half-European, and everything she was warned about. Luca is drawn to her immediately. Soft-spoken but strong, Nia becomes the one thing he can't ignore in a home full of rules, secrets, and expectations. But in a house where love is forbidden, walls are thin, and traditions are thick, how long can they pretend nothing is happening? A slow-burn, cross-cultural love story about longing, duty, and the kind of passion that can't be spoken aloud. - Featuring African and Arabic proverbs, real Saudi customs, and a romance that dares to breathe behind closed doors.

"The First Moment I Met You" is a heartfelt novel that captures the power of unexpected encounters and the quiet moments that change everything. When two strangers cross paths in the most ordinary of days, a spark is lit-one that neither time nor circumstance can extinguish. As their connection deepens, they must navigate the complexities of love, destiny, and the wounds of the past. Told with raw emotion and poetic tenderness, this story reminds us that sometimes, one moment is all it takes to change a life forever.

Ria has always felt it-that strange, unexplainable emptiness, like missing someone she never even had. She's never been in love, never had a "what if" to hold on to, yet there's a lingering ache, a longing for a connection she can't name. Then she meets Kenji-a guy who feels too familiar, too right, like he was meant to be part of her life all along. They click instantly, sharing late-night talks and stolen moments that feel like magic. But there's one problem-Kenji isn't real. He exists only in her dreams. As reality and fantasy blur, Ria is forced to ask herself: Is love about finding the right person, or just filling the void? If a love so perfect only exists in her mind, does that make it any less real? And in the end, is she holding on to something true... or to nothing at all? "Sa'yo Ba o sa Wala?" - A story about love, longing, and the thin line between dreams and reality.

She aimed her arrow at the monster's chest. He stepped in front of it-like a shield. Like a dare. > "Move." "Say please." Her fingers hovered over the keys. She hated his smirk. She hated that she knew he was smirking-miles away, behind a screen she'd never touched. > "You're infuriating." "And yet... you never log off." Outside, the rain kissed her window. Inside, her heart betrayed her. Their avatars stood close-too close for enemies, not close enough for lovers. Not yet. She shot anyway-just past his shoulder. Hit the monster. Missed him. On purpose. > "Next time," he typed, "aim for me. I'd survive you." She slammed her laptop shut- but only because her face was burning.

Rain, chai, and quiet streets-sometimes, that's all it takes for a story to begin. This is a story about two people who see the world differently, yet find little ways to collide. She's thoughtful, calm, and lost in her own little universe of words and ideas. He's loud, stubborn, and full of little habits that make people notice him even when they don't want to. It's not a story of grand gestures or filmi twists. It's about moments-the ones that make your heart pause for a second, the ones you remember long after the rain has stopped. If you like gentle monsoon afternoons, hot chai in hand, and the quiet stirrings of a connection that grows one small step at a time, this story is for you. Welcome to Chai Baarish Aur Tum. ☕🌧️

Some stories begin with a bang. A war. A prophecy. A blade through the chest. This one begins in a quiet room, with beige walls and the soft ticking of clocks-where feelings weigh heavy and words fall like raindrops on glass. Ziva had been coming here for three years. Always on time. Always with that small, stitched-on smile, like a patch covering something deeper. Sunshine, her therapist called her. A girl who brought warmth to cold spaces, even when her own heart sometimes felt like winter. Then one Thursday, a new name appeared on the appointment list. Rian. He didn't smile. He didn't speak much. He simply sat there-a tall shadow in the corner, holding silence like a shield. But the therapist, ever intuitive, saw something in their mirrored wounds-fractures shaped by different stories, but echoing the same ache. So the room shifted. The chairs were drawn closer. The space between them became a place of shared breath, shared silence. And the healing began-not with answers, but with questions. With glances. With the strange, slow magic of two people carrying storm clouds in different skies... learning how to weather them together. RIAN: 28 years old ZIVA: 26 years old

"A promise is not meant to be broken." Ira Sharma is twenty - fragile but fierce, a girl learning to breathe through the noise of Delhi and the weight of her own silence. Aarush Mehra is twenty-six - cold, composed, the kind of man who has everything yet feels nothing. They meet by accident. Two strangers, tied only by mutual friends and bad timing. She's chaos wrapped in warmth. He's order built on walls of ice. In a world that romanticizes perfect beginnings, theirs starts with indifference - not chemistry. Not connection. Just a café, a storm outside, and two hearts that refuse to sync. But life has a way of making opposites collide. And sometimes, the people we're meant to forget are the ones who end up haunting our quietest thoughts. A story about distance, silence, and the fragile beauty of strangers who were never meant to understand each other. -NYX

You weren't a god. You weren't a glitch. You weren't even part of the multiversal mess everyone else seemed tangled in. You were just the human bartender. No powers. No weapons. Just sarcasm, tired feet, and a strong pour hand. Pour drinks. Keep your head down. Don't ask about glowing eyes or murder in their bones. That was the deal. Then he walked in. Rough around the edges. Quiet. Didn't look at anyone- like someone who'd just been told to disappear. Not angry. Not dangerous. Just... quiet in a way that didn't feel like him. One of those guys you learn not to ask about. You gave him a drink anyway. He gave you a look that said: "You should've left me alone." But hey-he didn't say it out loud. So... it's probably fine. Right? 👉Putting a quick note this cover is AI, this story is just for fun! I'm just here to share vibes, not trying to profit or claim credit for any artwork. Thanks for reading 🫶