Library Stories

"He was the nation's 'Ice Man.' She was a poem he didn't know how to read."💌 Neil Malhotra, is the Captain of the Indian Cricket Team-a man defined by statistics, strategy, and a cold, impenetrable public persona. He lives in the roar of stadiums and the flash of paparazzi.❤️‍🩹 Nidhi Sharma, is a Literature student who lives for the quiet corners of the university library. She know a 'cover drive' from a 'leg-break,' and she prefers the company of dead poets to living legends.🩷 When a chance encounter in a dusty library aisle turns into a secret friendship, the Ice Man begins to melt. But in a world where every move is scrutinized and every headline is a weapon, can a love written in the margins of books survive the glare of the floodlights? From secret "chai dates" to "national scandals", this is a journey of finding a 'thikana' (a home) in the most unlikely of hearts.☕🏏 Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine | Secret Romance | Opposites Attract | Slow burn ❤️‍🔥

The college library was always quiet, yet within that silence, countless stories were quietly unfolding. They shared the same place... long before they shared a moment. Bemi lives in soft stories, quiet smiles, and little pieces of happiness she finds in ordinary days. Venshiro lives in sleepless nights, unspoken pressure, and a constant fight to prove he's enough. They don't know each other. They've never seen each other. Yet, on a silent library desk, their worlds begin to collide-through a few written lines, through questions, doubts, and gentle replies that slowly turn into something more. What starts as anonymous words becomes comfort. Then habit. Then... something neither of them expected. In a world where they both feel unseen, they unknowingly become each other's safe place. But how long can two hearts stay connected without ever meeting? And when they finally do... Will they recognize the person who understood them better than anyone else ever could? Or will reality change everything they quietly built between mornings and nights?

Hana doesn't speak much. She just reads. Every Thursday, she sits in the corner of Alif Corner behind her niqab, a hazel notebook in her hands and eyes that have carried more silence than words. Rayyan owns Alif Corner. He doesn't speak much either. He just notices. The way she sits in the same spot. The way she holds a book like it's the only thing keeping her steady that day. So he starts leaving notes in the books he sets aside for her. He never signs them. He never approaches her. Hana doesn't know who writes them. But she keeps every single one, folded carefully like a treasure, Because after a betrayal that left her heart guarded and her name spoken in whispers, these small, unsigned words are the only things that make her feel seen again. Rayyan doesn't know she keeps them. He doesn't know she rereads them on the nights her own home feels heavy. He only knows that her calm deserves to be protected, not disturbed. What begins as silence slowly becomes something else. A connection built in glances, in shared books, in prayers whispered at 2 AM. It's not fast. It's not loud. But it's real. This is a story about a love that never needed to be spoken. About patience that outlasts doubt. About two people brought together by qadr, when neither of them was looking. But some promises aren't meant to last a lifetime in this dunya. Some are meant to leave a legacy that does. It begins with a note left on a shelf. It ends with a heart that learned to trust again - even after goodbye. ••••••• " Threads of Qadr In Love " is a story about healing in quiet places, about faith that holds you when you can't hold yourself, and about love that doesn't need to be spoken to be felt. #1 in niqabi - 14.05.2026

This is book 2 of The Night Library. This book CANNOT be read as a standalone. It WILL spoil book 1. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Some doors are not meant to be found again. The library is gone. Whatever remained of it has slipped beyond reach, leaving behind only silence- and the uneasy sense that something has not been left behind at all. Isla should have answers now. Instead, what she carries is heavier: fragments that don't fit, truths that refuse to stay buried, and the growing certainty that the story didn't end where it was supposed to. Because something has shifted. What was once hidden begins to surface in ways it shouldn't, and the deeper Isla is pulled into it, the more the world around her begins to fracture. As if something is trying to find its way back. And this time, it isn't alone. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Please do not upload any part of this story to AI or language-processing platforms. All content and rights belong solely to me, and sharing it with such systems may compromise my ownership/ copyright. Thank you

A boy searching for meaning. A girl hiding behind laughter. A book no one touches-until their words collide inside it. Nothing between them is accidental and nothing is as simple as it seems.

neither of them were supposed to fall. but one accidental encounter was all it took to crack the calm, and marked out the world khalid had built for himself. zainab was meant to be a fleeting distraction; loud where he was quiet, reckless where he was deliberate, a walking contradiction to every rule his precise-and-tradition-bound-life obeyed. the thing about fire? once it kisses your skin, control becomes nothing but smoke.

It reflects the growing up in village, struggle that comes from tea farmers and more of parents dispute and separation and the effects on children.

How Amelia and Nico fell in love!

You find a library in you new house, but were you supposed to?

When journalist Clara Bennett lands her first job in a busy newsroom, she expects ordinary stories and tight deadlines. Instead, she's given a single assignment: find a library that officially doesn't exist. No records. No location. Only rumors. People claim they've seen it. Some say they've been inside. None of their stories match. As Clara begins to investigate, the details start to shift. Sources go silent. Clues disappear. And the deeper she digs, the more the story begins to feel... wrong. Because this isn't just a place that's hidden. It's a place that shouldn't be found. And once it finds you- you might not find your way back.

Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamader's eldest daughter Maud is a squib. Nobody believes that, there is no child more magical than her. Yet she has been through a lot just due to her lack of magic. She learns to avoid it and makes a life for herself in the muggle world. But when the letter from Hogwarts asking her to be a librarian there arrives though, she just can't help but accept the offer. While she has accepted the offer to be at Hogwarts and experience magic, will she be able to to accept the magic, that is found in love, friendships and her own self?

Ivy Browning: a history major girl, living her life through books and avoiding real life at all costs. She breathes inside the stories of the past, leading to her avoiding the world around her and the problems consuming her. Rowan Carter: one of the best football players. He's tall, devastatingly handsome and charming with an outgoing personality. Despite all the love, attention and support - there's a deeper part or him that doesn't overcome the surface. Against all odds, Ivy's brother happens to be close friends with Rowan.. Do their paths cross or not? Read more to find out what happens next... 1#betting 1#blackcatgirl 1#bookworm 6#library 6#betting

He chose that seat because it kept people away. . Corner. Quiet. Predictable. . For a month, nothing changed. . Until one day, someone sat beside him. . Seat 79. . It wasn't the sound of her bottle. It wasn't even the interruption. . It was the way she looked up for a second- and then looked away. . And somehow... that stayed. . They didn't start with conversations. Just shared silences, small glances, and moments that meant nothing- until they didn't. . In a city where every hour counts, they became a quiet part of each other's routine. . Unplanned. Unnamed. But slowly... impossible to ignore. ⋆ ──── ✧ ──── ⋆ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐈 𝐀𝐊𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐄 ⋆ ──── ✧ ──── ⋆ - 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺... 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. ⋆ ──── ✧ ──── ⋆

In the quiet corners of a library, Isha never imagined she would run into the person who would change her life. What begins with shy smiles, shared books, and accidental meetings slowly turns into a love story built on understanding, friendship, and the little moments that matter most.

One day, Wyverna Dretch, the resident demon teacher at High Guardian Academy, and an archivist (among other responsibilities) decides to show her ethics class about the school's archives. After some class discussion, she brings them to this hallowed institution in a glass elevator, showing them what she does, while Snap and Rose are drawn closer together, either by purpose or accident, and Snap is curious about the "transition magic" section. Originally published on Squidge World (https://squidgeworld.org/works/68894). On May 11, 2026, I created a cover for this fic, using images from https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/high-guardian-spice/images/1/1f/Wyverna_Dretch_2d.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20211113171702, https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/high-guardian-spice/images/c/cc/HGS_Episode_2_RoseInClass.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1000?cb=20220306094423, and https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/high-guardian-spice/images/b/b0/Tumblr_f12f86700dd926047622dc7117826ed1_4677e4de_1280.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1000?cb=20211227165501.

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THIS IS INSPIRED BY THAT ONE COMMENT IN TIKTOK: @soph 📚🧚🏼✨:hear me out - we need fake dating enemies to lovers who are also academic rivals in a slow burn novel ‼️ EVERYTHING IS FICTION. ENJOY READING STARLITS💫.

What if you woke up with no memory but just a name? What if that name belonged to a dead man who left you a voicemail from beyond the grave? What if a scar on your palm opened doors to a magic library where memories are currency and you have to trade pieces of yourself just to learn who you used to be? What if everyone wants something from you, some to save you, some to erase you, some because they loved you in a life you can't remember? And what if the only person with all the answers is dead? Waiting for you to find him. This is Kang Yeorim's story. And it starts with a dead man's voice in her ear, "I loved you more than the sky loved the dawn." --- [A huge thank you to the artist for this stunning Taehyung painting used as my cover art. No copyright infringement intended, this is a non-profit fan work made with love. All credits to the actual artist.]

When Cassandra Middleton gets a new student in her class, she thinks it's just another idiot she has to put up with around the clock; he's immature, rude to the teachers, hits on all the girls, and doesn't leave Cassandra alone. But what Cassandra doesn't now is that just because he's the complete opposite of her doesn't mean that they can't be more than friends. After persistent attempts to get Cassandra to go on a date with him, he gives up and settles for just being friends, but will being even friends be a good thing or will all hell break loose when she finds out his darkest secret. Read to find out... ____________________________________ She glances up at me again with the familiar gleam of mischief in her eyes again, all thoughts of her sister gone. And hopefully demons. "You seem to know a lot about murder...technics," she paused for a second and waited for me to confirm that she was correct. She was of course, incorrect, because it was just called murder, no technic needed. "Anything I need to know about?" She asked with a raise of a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Just that your beautiful," I say with a winning smile and a wink. That felt better. Flirting. Something that I was familiar with. "That's sweet Dean, but I don't need flattery from the likes of you." "Your right, you don't." "Oh yeah? And why's that?" Another one of those amazing eyebrow raises. "Because-" ____________________________________ Will go under heavy editing once finished because most chapters are written horribly and I need to figure out plot holes. ____________________________________ I don't own any of the SPN characters except for my own such as Cassandra. Please don't copy my work!!

#1 Our Talks A (text) love story of two shy high school nerds. The book is in the form of a series of texts exchanged between the characters. cover by @gnarly- #10 in Short Story 07/06/16 Copyright © 2015 by Greywritinghood All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to Greywritinghood.