Historias de Subtleromance

Maxwell Angelton has lived through multiple reincarnations since the tragic accident that first ended his life. Every return brings him closer to the goal of making a time machine and becoming a celebrated inventor, but he is hiding things.... I post a new chapter weekly I will be releasing the official book soon, I'll share the link when it is out Fan Content Permission: You can make AUs, fanfics, edits, art, memes, and even merch. Selling fan merch is allowed as long as you credit "Lilac Blossom / TLOMA." Commercial adaptations (anime, manga, official merch, etc.) are NOT allowed unless I give permission.

In a quiet town where everyone seems to know each other but doesn't, William meets Catherine, a mysterious girl from the town who's that same type of artistic soul he is. She speaks in roses and violin notes. She comes like a soft and warm breeze and vanishes just as quickly. William is left holding a single rose and asks: Can someone touch your heart and soul and truly disappear?

She carries scars no one sees. He carries secrets no one survives. When their paths collide, it isn't fate-it's a collision of two broken histories trying to rewrite themselves. She's spent years running from the shadows of her past, the memories that claw at her mind when the world goes quiet. He's spent just as long hiding behind masks, illusions, and the lies he tells to keep everyone at a distance. But the closer they get, the more their pasts begin to unravel-thread by dangerous thread. Every touch feels like a promise. Every silence feels like a confession. Every truth they uncover threatens to destroy the fragile bond forming between them. Because loving him means facing the darkness he's buried. And loving her means confronting the ghosts she's never escaped. Together, they must decide whether their love can survive the weight of the illusions around them... or whether their pasts will pull them back into the shadows for good.

Junhee seeks to disappear, but Seungho sees him. Their connection blossoms in shared silences and the unwritten words of a blank notebook. A quiet story about being truly seen.

Some love stories begin with sparks. Theirs began with a name written in a register. This is not your typical love story. For Avani, love was just a four-letter word-a trap designed for the weak-minded. She believed it was a myth spread by romantics and dreamers, a beautiful lie told too many times. Marriage, to her, was a suffocating cage, and love nothing more than a short-lived illusion. And yet, whenever she came across stories of true love, her eyes would light up-if only for a moment-before she scoffed at the idea of it ever finding its way into her own life. Daksh, on the other hand, is a hopeless romantic. He believes love can conquer all. He dreams of a love story bold enough to rewrite rules, gentle enough to set hearts free. For her, love is a puzzle piece she never believed existed. For him, it's the one piece that fits perfectly. This is a story of fire and water- Will one melt the other? Or will their union ignite something entirely new? Two people. Two completely different perspectives. Set in India, this is a slow-burn romance shaped by time, distance, and quiet emotions.

Four individuals embarked on a mission constrained by the rigid boundaries of a precisely measured thirty-day period, their objective shrouded in the pursuit of a legacy that has long been concealed beneath countless layers of elapsed time and obscured history-an endeavor once undertaken by a larger collective whose numbers have since diminished. In a realm apart, two others existed within conditions vastly removed from the immediacy of that mission: one engaged in ceaseless labor under the weight of an ever-present, undefined tension, influenced only faintly by distant and indirect signals; the other dwelling in a place forsaken and left to quiet abandonment, its circumstances marked by stillness and detachment. Neither belong to the earliest iterations of their kind, their existences marked by solitude and persistence. Outside these narratives, another pair moved without formal acknowledgment, unbound and operating beyond established oversight, their presence observed by a controlling authority yet barely intersecting with the lives led in isolation and toil.

Min Yoongi and Doona go to a reality show together. Yoongi didn't expect to fall for a girl so full of energy and likes her coffee exceptionally sweet. The last thing Doona wanted to add in her chaotic life was to fall for a grumpy man who also looks very cute..? Even though they didn't have much in common, they were good friends but now that their hearts want something more.... Friends to lovers Oc x minyooongi 🕳️Use of violent language

Reign only has one goal: Get back to her home. There's just one problem. Scratch that. There are multiple problems and too many unanswered questions. Where is she? How did she get here? Why is she here? How will she ever return? Wasn't she in her room before this? Considering the unfamiliar surroundings and her lack of knowledge of how she got on the train, her chances get slimmer by the minute. The world forces her to make allies with their own ulterior motives and sacrifices she never imagined. Is she going to make it home or will she die trying? Note: - This is my first time writing a fic - Some (a lot) of the characters may be OOC -Updates VERY inconsistent -Horrible grammar -I made this fic instead of sleeping -The direction of the story may or may not change a lot depending on my decisions (which can be pretty random) or mostly due to my OC -Read the tags carefully plsssss

Sable Travingdale hates summer. And summer seems to hate her back. Between floods, grief, and ghosted friendships (literally and hypothetically), every summer feels like a rerun of something she didn't ask for. But this year, she's enrolled in summer classes at Bluegrass Valley Community College. Partially to avoid her house, mostly to prove to summer that she'll keep fighting it. There, she meets Nova: a plant-obsessed chaos engine with quirks for hobbies and a jungle for an apartment. Alongside Elowen: quiet, observant, possibly psychic; and Jesse Moore, the boy she remembers too well, who doesn't seem to remember her at all. But memory has sharp edges. And when Jesse starts showing up more often: annoying, chatty, and completely unaware, Sable is forced to confront what it means to be remembered wrong... or not at all, all while being pulled into a summer of playlists, plants, and emotional detours. Even then, summer keeps dragging her in. Hope you brought your boots, 'cause it's gonna be a messy summer!

Cansada, harta y enferma de cortesanos cobardes que desean obligarla a casarse y renunciar a la corona, la reina Iriselle opta por adoptar una dragona de luna como su heredera.

"In life, hardship is inevitable. Some will suffer. Some will distress. And some will close their hearts. However, you have proven there is still hope to be found amongst mankind. You set free [...] and shed light on the hearts of many. Should you ever lose hope, should you ever be too weak to stand, remember that you are not alone. Search your heart for your true self. In doing so, you will be able to stand against even the most violent of tempests." "Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." ---------------------------------- Following the events of Persona 5 Royal and Persona 5 Strikers/Scramble, The Phantom Thieves of Hearts discover that their leader has developed a Palace of his own. Will they be able to steal Akira's distorted heart, or will this finally bring an end of their journey? Joker's Palace Artwork (created by me): https://imgur.com/WWhHpqf https://imgur.com/6nSRSjU

Love stories are often loud and dramatic, but the real ones? They're hidden in the unspoken words, the subtle gestures, the comfortable silences. Zoya and Ayan's story isn't a whirlwind romance, but a quiet understanding that blossoms between the lines of friendship. They navigate expectations, fears, and the unspoken feelings that draw them closer, proving that sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones left unsaid... until now.

A quiet library, built in a large, abandoned castle. Thousands of books, covered cover to cover in words, stories, lives that haven't been lived in this realm. Fierce nights, seductive mermaids, beautiful queens, animal-like humans. Anything you could ever read, everything you could ever want to. And yet, this new librarian, Oliver Eastwood, is drawn to the chess boards. The simple, old, beat up chess boards near the check out. One night, he decides to play. He meets a friend because of this. A friend to alleviate the tedium of the labyrinth. It's enjoyable. For now, at least. Join our dear friend Oliver as his relationship with his new friend unfolds over a series of chess games.

In a classroom full of noise and chaos, he was the quiet one-always watching. Between stolen books, playful arguments, and unexpected confessions, a subtle connection begins to form. She never paid much attention to Smit, the ever-serious representative. But lately, his quiet glances and unspoken words have been harder to ignore. A lighthearted, slow-burn high school romance about small moments, unsaid feelings, and the boy who always watched.

Bella is a 15-year-old girl in yr 10 at a public school. When she sees government helicopters and trucks heading towards her school she has no idea that from that moment on, her life will never be the same. A romance, action, mystery and science fiction book which makes you think, what's going to happen next and who can Bella trust? Side note: This story has choices that will impact the story so choose wisely.

Some stories don't ask to be understood, only felt. Short Stories is a quiet collection of moments: a look held too long, a goodbye left unsaid, a love that arrives softly and leaves even softer. Within these pages are tales of fleeting connections, slow-burning longing, and the kind of heartbreak that lingers not in grand declarations, but in silence. Told with restraint and emotional honesty, these stories explore the spaces between people. The pauses, the hesitations, the almosts. From melancholy mornings to wordless partings, each piece is a small echo of something once held and gently lost. For readers who find comfort in sadness and beauty in what slips away.

[WARNING: The story gets dark very quick. TW: murder, death, claustrophobia] Davina St. Rose was supposed to be the main character but things changed when the villainess started to change the storyline. I have transmigrated- no, trapped- into her body that only functions as a means for the story to progress, and there's nothing I can do as I watch Davina's life come to a ruin .

The Storm That Chose Us A storm unlike any in history. A phenomena that should have claimed eight lives. Instead... it chose them. After surviving an impossible disaster, eight ordinary students find themselves bound by a secret that no one else can explain. Strange changes begin to consume their lives, forcing them to question everything they thought they knew about the world. But Earth is only the beginning. Drawn into a mysterious realm where strength determines fate and ancient powers shape the course of history, they soon learn that returning home is no longer an option. Not until they discover why they were chosen. Not until they fulfill the destiny the storm awakened. In a world of cultivation, forgotten legends, dangerous enemies, and impossible choices, the eight must decide whether to fight the fate forced upon them... or become the very legends history has been waiting for. (I will be publishing new chapters every Friday by 7:00 PM - UK Time ) Thanks for your interest in this story. :)

Some people leave without saying goodbye. Some loves end before they're finished. Riya was seventeen when Swapnil walked into her life like a Mumbai afternoon... warm, reckless, and impossible to look away from. He taught her how to feel alive. Then he walked away smoking into the night, and she had to learn how to survive. Years later, she is Riya Mehra, corporate lawyer, rebuilt from scratch, loved steadily by a man who never makes her earn it. But when her past walks back in as her biggest client, old wounds surface, old claims are made, and two very different kinds of love collide. Marasim is a story about the loves that break us, the ones that hold us together, and the moment we finally choose ourselves.