Quietromance Stories

Moving into a new town - a fresh start but for her it felt like stepping into a world she wasn't sure about. Insecure and quiet,she always kept to herself but unexpected friendships came her way . Amid laughter , stolen glances and whispers ,she finds herself drawn to someone who seems out of reach . First love blooms, hearts break and distance threatens to make memories fade . Years later,the choices they made and the paths they followed still linger between them. "The Quiet Between Us" is a heartfelt story about learning to be seen, discovering the courage to love and finding that sometimes the most important connections survive silence and distance

Lila never meant to fall in love at the coffee shop next door. It was supposed to be just a place for quiet conversations, shared routines, and a barista who listened without asking for anything in return. But when the line between listening and loving begins to blur, Lila must decide whether some truths are worth risking her heart to speak aloud. Because sometimes, love brews when you're not brave enough to expect it - and just brave enough to try. A clean, cosy New Adult romance that celebrates emotional connection over spice.

Vela Strix was never meant to stay on Kamino. She was hired to watch a clone, keep her safe, and disappear without a trace. No attachments. No complications. But Omega decides otherwise. When the Bad Batch defects, Vela makes a choice that changes everything-she goes with them, carrying beskar scars, buried grief, and a promise she never meant to make. Between firefights, quiet night watches, and the steady pull of a man who understands the weight of command, Vela learns that some battles aren't won with blasters... and some families are chosen. A Mandalorian bounty hunter. A little girl who refuses to be left behind. And the love that grows in the space between survival and belonging.

NA2: We Were Never Just Curious Judul: We Were Never Just Curious Genre: Romance, School Life, Slice Of Life, Drama, Comedy Sinopsis: Nesha Elvienne 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 Nathanael Ravendra Ardhaksa-siswa populer yang terbiasa dikelilingi banyak orang, tetapi tak pernah benar-benar merasa dimengerti. Ketertarikan Nathan bermula dari rasa penasaran, sementara Nesha memilih menjaga jarak, sadar betul akan reputasi yang mengiringi namanya. Seiring waktu, jarak itu perlahan menyempit. Kehadiran Nathan yang konsisten membuat Nesha merasa aman, meski keraguan tak pernah benar-benar hilang-terutama ketika Ruby, gadis yang juga dekat dengan Nathan, masih berada di sekelilingnya. Di antara rasa nyaman, cemburu yang tak diakui, dan luka keluarga yang belum selesai, Nesha dan Nathan 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 Elvienne Valesca (Nesha) - Nathanael Ravendra Ardhaksa (Nicholas) ✦ Ia bilang hanya penasaran. Tapi perasaannya tahu lebih dulu.

I thought it was just another morning commute - until she walked in. This is the story of a moment that felt too brief, yet somehow permanent. (The story is still ongoing, more parts are coming soon)

❝Some connections don't disappear. They linger--quietly, patiently--waiting to be noticed again.❞ Alondra is drawn to quiet places and moments that feel like pauses rather than beginnings. Haider has learned how to keep parts of himself carefully contained--his music, his silences, the things he never quite learned how to let go of. When their lives begin to brush against each other, it isn't dramatic or sudden. It's restrained; lingering; almost unnoticeable. But some connections don't need to be named to be felt. And some things return not to be reclaimed--but to be understood.

Title:- Last Bench Feelings Author:-Anantika Myra is kind and gentle the girl with a quiet smile who makes the classroom feel warmer Rayan is known as the bad boy distant careless to the world but different when she is near they are just classmates sitting on the last bench sharing silence soft glances and small moments unnoticed by everyone else he is rough with the world but soft only for her and she without trying becomes his safe place some feelings do not need words they grow slowly on the last bench and stay forever in the heart Some love stories are loud. Theirs was never meant to be. Myra is used to being invisible quiet, observant, unnoticed. Rayan sits on the last bench by the window, distant and guarded, carrying a silence no one questions. When circumstances place them side by side, they don't fall into love. They settle into it. In shared glances, unspoken understanding, rainy afternoons, and the space between words, two quiet souls learn that silence doesn't always mean emptiness. Sometimes, it means home.

He was never loud. Never dramatic. He simply stayed. Emma never expected to be seen-not in school, not in life. Adrian noticed her anyway. What began as quiet friendship slowly turned into something deeper, something dangerous. Years later, they meet again in a world of ambition, power, and carefully hidden truths. Adrian is no longer just the boy who stayed-he's a man with secrets capable of changing lives. A slow-burn romance about quiet love, moral choices, and the kind of connection that doesn't fade with time.

Ash and Samantha made it through the beginning - the sketches, the connection, the quiet moments neither of them expected. But beginnings are simple. It's what comes after that gets difficult. In What We Don't Say, the second book of Sketchbook Hearts, Ash finds himself retreating further into his art as the world grows louder around him, while Samantha learns how heavy unspoken feelings can become. Misunderstandings deepen, friendships shift, and the lines between fear and honesty blur. As shadows stretch between them - created not by malice but by silence - both must decide what they're willing to reveal, and what they're afraid to lose. A story about communication, vulnerability, emotional distance, and the weight of words unspoken.

He has never been in love. Yet every night, thousands of people trust him with their heartbreak. As the voice behind a late-night radio show, he listens to confessions whispered in the dark-stories of loss, regret, and forgiveness. He understands pain well enough to guide others through it. Well enough to sound like someone who's lived it. When a caller begins asking questions he isn't prepared to answer, the carefully crafted story he tells on air starts to take on a life of its own. And as listeners grow attached to a love that never existed, he's forced to confront how long borrowed voices can hold up a borrowed truth. Because some stories heal. And some refuse to stay under control.

I never saw her during the day. Only at night. Same bench. Same time. We never exchanged numbers. Never made plans. And then one night - she didn't come. This is the story of what I noticed too late.

She doesn't ask for help. Not because she can't. But because she doesn't want to be heavy. Ira has mastered the art of leaving early. Before staying costs her more than moving on.

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.

She came to the orchard to disappear, and fell in love with the woman who made staying feel dangerous. Nina comes to Iris's orchard to disappear. She doesn't plan to stay. She doesn't plan to want anything. She especially doesn't plan to notice the woman who moves through the trees like she belongs to them-sun-warmed, unhurried, impossible to ignore. The days are long and heavy with heat. Cherries stain fingers and shirts. Sweat, silence, and shared work strip away the parts of Nina that have been holding her together too tightly. Maeve never pushes. Never asks for more than what's offered. And somehow, that makes everything harder. Three cherries joined at the stem become a quiet promise: hunger, longing, love. Not the dramatic kind. The kind that grows slowly. The kind that stays. As the orchard hums and summer deepens, Nina begins to feel her body again-her wants, her fear, her hope. Being seen by another woman feels dangerous. Being held by a place that remembers feels worse. And leaving starts to feel like the bravest thing she might never do. Three Stemmed Cherries is a slow-burn sapphic romance about summer heat, emotional healing, and the tenderness of chosen family. A soft, intimate story for readers who love quiet longing, cottagecore atmospheres, and love that doesn't rush-but doesn't let go either.

At twenty-two, Tedi Pratama arrives in Jakarta for his first office job with a quiet belief that nothing in life is meant to last too long. Friends come easily. Conversations stay light. Leaving has always felt simpler than staying. The city suits him. It moves fast, offers opportunity, and does not ask questions. People pass through each other's lives every day, leaving behind little more than impressions. Tedi learns quickly how to be part of that movement without letting anything hold him in place. A routine work assignment brings him into repeated contact with Alya Cassandra, a research assistant who lives by clarity, structure, and presence. Alya does not demand intensity or promises. She values consistency, attention, and the decision to remain. What begins as a professional interaction grows quietly through shared routines and ordinary days, without urgency or spectacle. But Tedi has a habit of turning people into memories instead of choices. He records moments instead of committing to them, believing time will eventually explain what he avoids deciding. Alya notices the pattern before he does. In a city where everyone is always moving forward, Footprints asks a simple question. Are the people we meet meant to pass through our lives, or are some meant to leave marks that change the direction we walk? This is a quiet emotional drama about first jobs, early adulthood, and the unseen cost of indecision. It is about the many people who come and go, and the one person who makes staying feel like a choice worth making.

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.

Shoto Todoroki has always seen the red string of fate. Glowing faintly against the world's dullness, it coils around his finger, tugging gently at something-or someone-he's never dared to face. Haunted by a broken family and terrified of dragging someone else into the chaos, he never follows it. Never even looks to see who waits at the other end. Instead, he twirls the string quietly, using it as a distraction, a lifeline, a secret. Until it leads him straight to Iida. Iida, who doesn't see strings. Iida, who treats Shoto with kindness and laughter. Iida, who falls into a relationship with someone else-while Shoto falls in love with him in silence. As years pass and the string tightens around Shoto's heart, tension builds between them. Iida remains oblivious-until fate finally pulls hard enough to unravel everything they thought they understood. Will they sever the thread before it strangles them both? Or will they learn that fate might be inevitable-but love is a choice?

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.

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

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.