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In a city where love is forbidden and silence is survival, Han sings only when the world is asleep. By day, he ladles soup in a nameless restaurant-his hands marked not by scars, but by unwritten letters and unsaid goodbyes. By night, he writes. Not to be heard, but to remember. Then Jae-hwan appears-a man with eyes like a stanza held too long. A soldier. A stranger. A quiet revolution. Their lives begin to fold into each other-through shared glances, almost-touches, and the aching gravity of what can never be spoken aloud. In a world where names vanish and love is punished, every silence becomes a sacrifice. Told through letters never meant to be read, Letters to My Beloved is a quiet requiem for the love that history tried to erase- a story of longing that lingers like perfume in an empty room, of devotion that survives in shadows, and of hearts that speak, even when their voices can't.

In a world of candlelit halls and whispered reputations, Elias Montrose-boyish, noble, and burdened by a frailty he must keep hidden-finds himself trapped in the rituals of courtship and society's relentless gaze. When duty binds him to the daughter of a powerful family, he resigns himself to a future of performance and pretense. But everything shifts when Valentin Moreau steps from the shadows-an enigmatic gentleman of charm and unsettling allure, draped in secrets and velvet words. Some whisper that there is something otherworldly in him, a darkness too elegant to name. Drawn into his orbit, Elias begins to question the weight of expectation, the hunger beneath civility, and the dangerous longing that flares between them. Love, in such a world, is perilous. Desire is unspeakable. And yet, by candle and vein, two souls entwine-torn between duty and the shadows that promise both ruin and salvation.

it's an omegaverse with a male omega and a strong female alpha Content & Trigger Warnings Beneath Her Shadow is a dark omegaverse romance set in a modern world where power, hierarchy, and desire intertwine in painful ways. It explores trauma, emotional manipulation, healing, and the thin line between love and control. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

When a star fades from the sky, the world forgets what could have been. Seventeen-year-old Cael Rune awakens from dreams that don't belong to him-fragments of lives never lived, loves never found, and deaths that never happened. Each night, he sees stars vanish from the heavens, and with them, the quiet unraveling of forgotten timelines. Memories that once shaped people, cities, entire histories-erased. Drawn to a place that exists outside time, Cael discovers the Archive of Forgotten Stars-a crumbling library where lost dreams are preserved as starlit fragments. Its sole guardian, the immortal Curator Astrelline Virelle, has watched over the Archive for centuries. But something is changing. Stars aren't just fading now-they're being devoured. A void is coming, and Cael may be the key to stopping it. As Cael uncovers truths about his fractured soul, he must confront grief that isn't his, memories that cut like knives, and a destiny written in disappearing ink. To save what was never meant to be, he must choose between remembering-and letting go.

Fiona Reed always thought the creatures in her dreams weren't real. Until they started watching her. Fiona is drawn into a hidden war between reality and the Rift as the Veil between worlds begins to shatter. Told she's the Key to what holds the worlds apart-or tears them together-Fiona must choose: fight the unravelling... or become part of it. But some doors were never meant to open. And the Rift is calling.

this is a fictionalized story of the Buddha resisting and fighting off demonic and fierce entities in order to gain more enlightenment and peace not for himself but for the whole of mankind. intros story he doesn't just meditate but also goes into hand to hand combat with his demons to save the world. art work by me

My reflection smiled at me. I didn't. She never believed in haunted houses-until she moved into one. Her dead parents left her a mansion... and a cursed mirror with a sinister secret. Now she's bleeding, blacking out, and losing something worse than her mind. She didn't die. She became the reflection.

"Some stories stay on the page. Hers came to life-and fell in love with her." Some stories are written in ink. This one? In blood, secrets, and soul-binding magic. When 18-year-old Lyra Quinn discovers a forgotten book in her late mother's attic, she thinks it's just a relic from her childhood-a journal filled with half-finished fairytales and imagined monsters. But when a silver-eyed stranger steps out of a dream and into her world, calling her by name and claiming she wrote him into existence, Lyra realizes the stories were never fiction. They were memories. Now hunted by shadows born from her imagination and tangled in a legacy of forbidden magic, Lyra must finish the story her mother died protecting-before it consumes her too. And Lucien-the boy she once dreamed into life-is the only one who can help her. Even if loving him could rewrite everything.

There is a place that exists between here and the beyond. A place that is neither heaven nor hell, neither dream nor waking. Some say it is a waiting room for lost souls. Others believe it is a refuge for those who have nowhere else to go. But all who step through its door know one thing-this is Eden Hall. The bar is never the same twice. To some, it is a grand establishment, with chandeliers casting golden light over polished mahogany counters. To others, it is a small, dimly lit corner of the world, smelling of aged wood and forgotten memories. The air is always just warm enough, the drinks are never quite what you expect, and the bartender... well, the bartender is always there. R stands behind the counter, an enigma wrapped in a crisp shirt and steady hands. His presence is calm, his expression unreadable. He pour drinks for the troubled and the at peace, for the remorseful and the content. He listen, but he do not judge. He observe, but he do not interfere. A soul enters. Their footsteps are hesitant, uncertain. R looks up, meeting their eyes. There is no welcome, no farewell-just a quiet invitation to sit. A glass is placed on the counter. The drink inside is unlike anything they've ever seen before. "Every soul has a story," R says, voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Tell me yours." And so, the story begins.

Long before time learned to count its hours, nestled beyond mortal stars and veiled in clouds kissed by ancient light, there lay a valley untouched by decay. Vaeloria-a realm not charted on any map, a place spoken of only in dream-laced murmurs and cradle-side lullabies. The land breathed with magic, but not the kind one wields-it was the kind that watched, that waited. It was here that Aurelia arrived, barefoot on dewdrop grass, her silver hair glinting under the twin moons. She had no memory of the world she came from, only the soft ache in her chest that whispered: You are meant to choose. The valley had long been sealed from time and tarnish, guarding two sacred spirits who bore opposing destinies: one was a phoenix, its wings ablaze with flames that flickered like stars. The other was a dragon, its scales shimmering in the dim light, eyes glowing with an ancient, knowing wisdom. The voice spoke again: "Choose. The flame of rebirth or the fire of destruction."

When the Sixteenth Dawn rises over Ravenmoor, the ward‑stones breathe-and Elara Veyne hears a second heartbeat under her own. A prophecy carved in blood binds hunter and Sovereign, law and desire, past and the girl who refuses to be chosen. As blackouts ripple through town and old ruins begin to exhale, Elara follows a trail of torn pages and waking stones to a truth buried beneath red snow: mercy can be a blade, and some doors only open for blood freely given. To save the people she loves, she must face the thing the wards were built to hide-an ancient gate that remembers her name, and a boy with silver‑violet eyes who is either her ruin or her way through the dark.

When a broken woman stands on the edge of a bridge ready to end it all, a stranger's voice stops her - a man named Faith, whose warmth feels too real to be human. What begins as a rescue spirals into a haunting love story that blurs the line between dream and reality. Flora wakes in a small orange hut surrounded by endless green fields - a world too beautiful to exist, yet too vivid to be a dream. As she and Faith build a fragile sanctuary of laughter, longing, and unspoken pain, she starts to question everything she remembers... and everything she's forgotten. Who is Faith? Why does he know so much about her? And when the truth finally surfaces, will love be enough to keep her alive - or will the orange hut become her final escape? "The Orange Hut in the Greenscapes" is a breathtaking tale of trauma, rebirth, and the thin, trembling thread that separates healing from hallucination - and love from illusion.

Mirror Love She found him in the reflection. But is he her salvation... or her doom? When Ayana stumbles upon an antique mirror hidden deep in her grandmother's attic, she doesn't expect to see a man staring back at her-a man she's never met but feels inexplicably drawn to. He speaks to her only through dreams and glass, pulling her into a haunting love story that defies logic and time. But as their connection deepens, so does the darkness surrounding him. Whispers from the past resurface, and Ayana must confront a legacy of secrets, sorrow, and a love that may cost her everything. MIRROR LOVE is a poetic tale of passion, identity, and the blurry line between reality and illusion. A story for those who dare to look beyond the surface into the heart, the shadows, and the soul.

What the Wind Remembers is a collection of poems that carry the weight of longing, the echoes of love lost and found, and the quiet ache of memories the wind refuses to let go. Each verse lingers like a whispered secret, unfolding stories of devotion, distance, and the unspoken words that linger between souls.

Fading Embrace is a hauntingly beautiful tale of love, loss, and letting go. Set against the backdrop of a moonlit meadow that holds the echoes of first love, it follows the spirit of Aarav-a young man torn from life too soon-who lingers in the place where he once carved forever with Meera, the girl he loved. Bound by memory but fading with every passing moment, Aarav watches as Meera learns to heal, to love again, and to embrace a future without him. Through three parts-The Moonlit Meadow, The Weight of Memories, and The Last Goodbye-the story unfolds like a bittersweet elegy. It explores the pain of being forgotten, the beauty of cherished memories, and the ultimate act of love: releasing someone so they may live fully. With lyrical prose and emotional depth, Fading Embrace is not just a ghost story, but a meditation on grief, memory, and the enduring truth that love never disappears-it only changes form.

Every night, she dreams of a man she's never met-his face just out of reach, his presence impossibly familiar. Every night, he finds himself chasing a girl through shadows and silence-waking with a name he can never remember. In the real world, their paths have never crossed. Or so they believe. But the dreams are not just dreams. They're echoes of a past life neither of them can fully recall. A love that was destroyed by betrayal. A story that never found closure. Now, in the present, fate is giving them one more chance- To meet. To remember. And to decide if they will rewrite their ending... or repeat it.

In a kingdom hidden beneath mist and moonlight, Aira Cruz holds the last spark of light magic - the kind that can save or destroy everything she loves. But when fate binds her to Kael Dela Vega, a knight cursed by shadows, their worlds begin to unravel. Light and darkness were never meant to meet... yet destiny has other plans. As ancient powers awaken and secrets rise from the fog, Aira and Kael must decide - will they fight for the kingdom's survival, or for the forbidden bond growing between them? 🌘 "Some destinies are written in light... others in the dark between."

Journal Entry : Elira Cain I keep telling myself I'm fine.That Draewyn is just quiet, not strange. That I'm just tired, not forgetting. But then someone calls me a name I don't remember giving, or I pass by a window and... my reflection doesn't follow. There are these two boys, Solon and Vere. I don't know how to explain it, but when I'm near them, I feel more like *me*... and less like *myself*. I don't know what's happening. I just know something is. We Three in the Reflection