Quietstrength Stories

Under the Red Sky, We Loved is a historical fantasy romance set in the Joseon era, centered on Hong Cheon-gi, a gifted painter whose art holds mystical power, and Ha Ram, a blind royal astrologer secretly bound to the celestial being Ilwolseong. Their fates are intertwined by prophecy, divine punishment, and a dangerous curse tied to the demon king Ma Wang, whose return threatens to plunge the kingdom into chaos. As political tension rises within the royal court, Cheon-gi is drawn into a web of intrigue involving rival princes-the gentle, romantic Grand Prince Yangmyeong and the ambitious, power-hungry Prince Juhyang (Su-yang)-each representing vastly different futures for Joseon. Cheon-gi's paintings become the kingdom's greatest weapon, capable of sealing demonic forces and challenging the will of heaven itself. Amid this turmoil stands Asha, a poor palace servant portrayed by Zendaya, whose quiet presence goes largely unnoticed by those in power. Assigned to the royal observatory and art bureau corridors, she witnesses secrets meant only for gods and kings. Though she keeps her head bowed and her voice soft, Asha harbors a silent, aching affection for Ha Ram-drawn to his gentleness, his solitude, and the pain he carries behind celestial duty. Her love is never spoken, existing only in small acts of care and devotion, shaping the story through quiet loyalty rather than grand declarations. Together, these intertwined lives explore themes of love versus destiny, art versus prophecy, power versus humanity, and the unseen sacrifices made by those history never names-under a sky that turns red whenever fate demands a price. 🌑🎨❤️

Slow burn • Quiet love • Indian romance She was never meant to be the bride. She was only meant to disappear quietly. Manaswi steps into a house where power speaks in silence and love is never asked for-only assumed. When she is married in another woman's place, she expects cruelty, distance, or indifference. What she doesn't expect is Veeranshu Singhania. A man the world calls fragile. A man who watches doors, remembers too much, and speaks as if love is something he has already lost once. He does not touch her. He does not claim her. He only calls her Shona-softly, as if she is something that keeps him alive. Their marriage begins without promises, without desire, without truth. Yet somewhere between shared silences, accidental touches, and nights where fear feels heavier than love, something irreversible grows. But some men survive by hiding. And some truths don't arrive gently-they break. When the past finally speaks, Manaswi must decide: "Was she loved... or was she chosen for a reason she was never meant to know? It is a slow-burn Indian romance about love that blooms before truth, comfort that comes before fear, and a woman who must choose herself before choosing love. If you believe: ✨ love can be quiet ✨ romance can be soft yet devastating ✨ and some stories don't shout-they stay Then this story will stay with you. "This story is slow. If you like fast romance, this may not be for you."

A reckless business heir who despises commitment finds his world shaken when he falls for a middle-class girl grounded in values and dignity. She is everything he isn't-and the storm fate never warned him about.🤍 © All Rights Reserved.

Some stories don't need to be told. She doesn't explain, she doesn't defend, and the world decides her story for her. A cold wave brushes her shoulders, whispers follow her every step, and every glance feels like judgment. Silent, careful, balancing a fragile world only she can see-she carries the truth alone. In a world that misunderstands quiet strength, how do you survive without losing yourself?

This writing is not meant to attack anyone. It is born from silence, from wounds that choose to speak gently. If you read this story and feel something stir inside you, perhaps you have stood on one side of this story- as a wife, as a child, or as someone learning awareness. This monologue is a reminder that empathy can always arrive before it is too late.

She didn't survive by being loud. She survived by being precise. Ana builds a life through discipline, education, and choices that don't always feel kind-but feel necessary. Love comes, leaves, and lingers. Stability holds, until it doesn't. This is a story about what it costs women to stand on their own-and what it takes to keep going when comfort stops being enough.

Some words were never sent. Some truths were swallowed whole. This is where they live. This is a poetry series about love that blurred, promises that bent, & the quiet unraveling that happens when truth is withheld. These poems explore emotional misdirection, self-betrayal, longing, & the moment clarity finally arrives. Each piece stands alone, yet together they trace the slow realization of what was real, what was imagined, & what was never meant to last. If you've ever stayed too long, trusted too deeply, or had to relearn your own voice - this is for you. New poems added regularly. - Tara Gardner / TG Byrd

Not every wound needs an explanation. Not every loss needs to be chased back. This book is a collection of monologues and reflections about womanhood, prayer, and the quiet courage to keep moving forward-even when the heart feels tired. These pages do not promise perfect endings. They offer gentle pauses. Moments to breathe, to be honest with yourself, and to surrender what can no longer be held. I Walk With My Prayers is not about arriving, but about finding peace while still on the journey. If you are reading this in silence, may you remember: you are not alone.

There are women who are not loud. They do not fight. They do not leave. They simply live inside spaces filled with judgment- as wives, as daughters-in-law, as human beings who always seem insufficient. No matter what they do, something is always wrong. Silence is blamed. Speaking up is labeled excessive. Their prayers go unseen. Their exhaustion unacknowledged. Always Wrong is an introspective monologue about a woman who spends too long adjusting herself to environments that never intended to understand her. This is not a story of victory, but of awareness. Of withdrawing without resentment. Of choosing silence without disappearing. Of standing without needing constant validation. A quiet story for those who have felt perpetually wrong in everyone's eyes- and are learning, at last, to stand on their own side.

This story exists because one reader believed in it first. When @StarSkylight1 imagined a world where power awakens through fear, love, and loss-and asked what happens when magic sleeps instead of burns-Eryx Vale answered. Born into a powerful bloodline, his magic vanished after a childhood accident no one could explain. While others rose, he was left behind-quiet, overlooked, and underestimated. Only one person stayed. Only one person ever stood between him and the world. Years later, when darkness comes for her, Eryx learns the truth of what he is. Some power doesn't shout. Some stars don't burn. They wait.

I did not leave. I was not abandoned either. I stayed- inside a marriage that slowly turned quiet, inside a love that no longer chose me. When her husband finds happiness elsewhere, she does not scream, beg, or walk away. She stays-with open eyes, aware of the distance, the wounds, and the truth she can no longer deny. Your Happiness, Built on My Wounds is a story about a woman who chooses to endure without losing her dignity. About love that grows tired, and strength that grows in silence. This is not a story about winning or leaving- but about staying alive inside an imperfect choice.

My Name Is Ana A Story of Power, Love, and Moving Forward Ana finishes college alone-no applause, no safety net, no one waiting when it's over. What she carries instead is proof: she survived, she finished, and she's ready to start. At twenty-five, Ana enters the corporate world full of quiet hope. She works hard, fails publicly, and learns how power operates in places that don't slow down for growth. When the pressure becomes erasure, she walks away-not because she can't endure, but because she won't disappear again. As Ana rebuilds her career, she risks love without needing rescue, faces heartbreak that doesn't undo her progress, and confronts opportunities that test her integrity. Success comes with conditions. Power asks for compromises. And Ana must decide-again and again-who she's willing to be. My Name Is Ana is a grounded, emotionally honest story about ambition, independence, and choosing yourself in a world that rewards silence. This is not a story about being saved. It's about becoming.

"She never raised her voice,, but in the end, she taught them how to listen." Title: Her Quiet Goodbye By: Ellarh Some people scream when they're in pain. Kayla Morgan learned how to smile instead. At 25, Kayla is the kind of girl who never asks for help-soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and always putting others first. What no one knows is that she's dying. Diagnosed with leukemia months ago, she's hidden the truth from her parents, her best friend Jessica, and even Elijah-the quiet colleague who sees more than she wants to admit. But secrets have a way of slipping through. And when her strength begins to fade, Kayla has to make an impossible choice: continue pretending... or let them in before it's too late. Her Quiet Goodbye is a heart-wrenching, tender novel about friendship, grief, and the courage it takes to leave this world with love still blooming in your chest.

After a lifetime of devotion to family and marriage, she finds herself standing at the edge of what comes next. Betrayal has stripped away the life she knew, leaving her to question not only love, but herself. In the quiet aftermath, she makes a single, courageous choice: to stop disappearing. This is a story of loss, resolve, and the slow, honest becoming of a woman who finally steps toward her own horizon.

Dancing Through College is not the story people think it will be. After high school, Emily does everything right-moves out, enrolls in college, gets a job. When bills arrive faster than paychecks, an unexpected opportunity off Highway 155 in East Texas changes the course of her life. By night, she becomes Holly, dancing at a small strip club to pay her way through school. By day, she's a college student learning who she is and where she's going. What begins as a way to survive becomes something deeper. Inside the club, Emily discovers that most people aren't chasing fantasy. They're chasing conversation. Comfort. A place where someone remembers their name and listens without judgment. Between awkward song requests, wobbling heels, dressing-room wisdom, and late-night talks, she learns lessons no classroom could teach-about loneliness, resilience, boundaries, and when it's time to walk away. Written with humor, warmth, and honesty, Dancing Through College is a coming-of-age memoir about work, dignity, and the quiet power of listening. It's about women looking out for each other, men learning to speak, and a chapter of life that did exactly what it was meant to do. It wasn't for everybody. But for her, it worked.

Some goodbyes don't arrive with anger or shattered words. They come quietly-leaving behind absence, memory, and silence that lingers too long. Seven months after letting go, Elara learns that healing isn't loud or sudden. It lives in painted swings, unfamiliar recipes, evening tea, and the courage to sit with loneliness until it softens. This is a story about love that ended gently, grief that stayed, and the slow, beautiful return to oneself. Healing is not forgetting. Sometimes, it's choosing new colors.

"Tell her to quit sniffing around my father. He's married to a good woman he doesn't deserve, and if she doesn't back off, I'll take matters into my own hands. And you won't like that, pretty little Rosin. None of you will," he promised. I didn't break eye contact with him. It was a battle of wills that I was not going to lose. Losing meant he had something over me-which I was almost certain he did-and I couldn't let him think I was as intimidated as I actually felt inside. 🏵️🏵️🏵️ Seventeen-year-old Mercy Rosin knows how to survive-keep your head down, your heart locked up, and never let anyone see you break. But that rulebook starts to unravel when her toxic mother sets her sights on her next mark: the father of Eli Vaun, one of the most powerful (and infuriating) boys at her elite private school. As secrets ignite and alliances shift, Mercy is drawn into a world of dangerous influence, brutal loyalty, and unexpected kindness. Between the glittering parties, whispered threats, and impossible choices, Mercy starts to realize she may not want to stay in the shadows anymore. In a place where silence is survival, what happens when you speak? ***Story is set in an alternate universe which is why some names are a bit strange. I have some very big plans for this universe 😉***