Poetic Stories

Jungkook, an ordinary college student with a penchant for literature, finds solace in the pages of novels. His latest fascination lies in tales of vampires-stories steeped in ancient myths and folklore, detailing their formidable powers and cursed existences. He is blissfully unaware that the book he holds is far more than just fiction; it is a profound testament to a destiny he is unknowingly bound to. As a passage from the book escapes Jungkook's lips, spoken innocently and without conscious thought, it awakens a destiny that had long slumbered. A vampire king, who has been in an eons-long slumber, is stirred from his rest. He now embarks on a relentless hunt for his fated mate, driven by a thousand years of unquenched hunger and the profound need for a heart that can finally make him whole. The threads of fate begin to pull at Jungkook, who attempts to flee the inevitable, only to find himself irresistibly drawn into the arms of a destiny he can't escape. Will Jungkook escape the threads of fate that have been spun for centuries? Can he flee from a predator who has waited for millennia? And what secrets does his own heart hold that could make an immortal truly alive?

--- In 1999, Sara was just a middle-class girl with dreams too fragile for the world. Kim Taehyung was the heir to a powerful family, the boy everyone admired but no one truly knew. Between them bloomed a secret love-built on folded paper notes, stolen glances, and promises whispered in silence. But the world was cruel. Their love ended not with choice, but with circumstance, leaving behind only memories. Years passed. They built lives apart, with families, children, and responsibilities that forced them to bury what once was. Yet in the quietest corners of their hearts, neither could forget. And then-decades later, in the autumn of their lives-fate brought them together once more. Not with declarations, not with touch, but with a single glance across a crowded park... A moment where old memories bloomed fresh, and time itself bent back to 1999. ✨ A bittersweet tale of first love, silence, and the memories that never fade. ✨ ---

"The day Roohi's mother returns, I'll divorce you." He said it on their wedding day. She smiled and signed the papers. What neither of them knew was that the woman they were both waiting for... would never return. Between endless banters, accidental moments of intimacy, a little girl who unknowingly held broken hearts together, and secrets left behind by someone they both loved... They were about to discover that the hardest person to fall in love with... ...was the one they were never supposed to lose. A slow-burn romance filled with laughter, heartbreak, healing, family, mystery, and enough tension to make you scream at your screen.

A collection of poems telling a story, starting from sunrise to sunset. Inspired by Vanessa Carlton's Be Not Nobody.

Bound by the Yeonriji tree and the Red Thread of Fate, two souls reunite in a dream where love and sorrow intertwine. But when reality intrudes, their bittersweet promise lingers like an unwritten page waiting to be filled.

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

It started with a conversation on a school bus. It turned into something she couldn't name. And before she knew it, he became the one person she couldn't go a day without. But love, at the wrong time, has a way of breaking you. Years later, in a different country, with a different life and unfamiliar choices- she finds herself standing between who she was and who she has become. And the question she once avoided now feels impossible to ignore: "Is first love meant to last... or just to change you?"

She never saw him the first time he watched her- but Zaiden Ragnell remembered everything. The way she breathed. The way the world dimmed around her. And the moment he realized something terrifyingly simple- he would burn entire cities before letting anyone else look at her that way. Kainaat never realized the kind of quiet gravity she carried. She moved gently, spoke softly, but something about her pulled storms toward her without even trying. There was a kindness in her that felt untouched by the world's cruelty, a softness she guarded but never used as a weapon. She wasn't fearless-she just refused to break, even on the days her own heart betrayed her. People looked at her and saw simplicity. Zaiden Ragnell looked at her once and saw the entire universe stitched into one girl- A universe he would rather burn than lose. She didn't know it yet, but the shadows had already memorized her name.

One moment, Avery was the author. The next... she woke up inside her own novel. Her characters are alive. Her plot is wrong. And Aiden-the man she wrote to break hearts- is looking at her like she's his. The scariest part? She's no longer the one holding the pen. Every page pulls her deeper, every twist makes her question who's really writing the story-her, or something else entirely. And somewhere between fiction and reality, she'll have to decide... does she want to escape this world? Or rewrite it forever? [New chapter: Every week on Monday.]

Late night thoughts we all know to well. Stories still don't give me enough to say, but this...gives me a bunch of things I can say. Some of you might get what I mean. Some might even who I am talking about. Either way: welcome to my world. It's dark at times, but i always find a way out.

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

Words have the power to heal , to shift our perspective , and to bridge the gap between our hurts and hope . This collection was born from months of writing through different seasons of my life , kept clean and close to the heart . It is a journey of seeing God not just as a ruler on a throne , but as a Father with open arms - full of grace , kindness , and unwavering love . I hope these poems remind you that you are never walking alone .

After the hardest breakup of her life, Jennah solemnly swears off love. Given a new perspective of life, she embarks on a journey to reclaim her identity. Andrew is a hopeless romantic with a gift for finding beauty in the mundane. When his film class assigns a project, he struggles for inspiration-until meeting Jennah. Captivated by her headstrong demeanor, Drew knows he's found his muse. Through a dizzying dance of love and resistance, Jennah and Drew discover that healing and love often go hand in hand--if they're willing to let each other in.

Nunca me prometió nada, pero aun así esperé como si algún día fuera a elegirme.

by Nathaniel Nicholls Book Description: A monster with borrowed memories. A priest with fading convictions. A final prayer whispered into the dark. Once a nameless creature feeding on the essence of others, the vampire known only by the voices it carries has lived by theft-stealing not blood, but personality, values, and virtue. Every stolen life grants it purpose, humanity, the illusion of being someone real. But nothing lasts. Morals decay. Empathy fades. Identity slips away like smoke. Now, with the last remnants of a good man dissolving inside him, the monster teeters on the edge-literally and spiritually-perched beneath a bridge, a prayer on its lips and a page in its hand. The man it consumed, Father Athanasius, was brave. Faithful. Principled. And as those stolen principles begin to rot, the monster must decide: Is a soul something you're born with-or something you choose? Haunting, poetic, and emotionally raw, On Borrowed Ethics is a literary horror novella about sin, forgiveness, and the terrifying hope that even monsters might find redemption. ⚠️ Content Warnings / Themes: This story contains mature and emotionally intense content, including: Swearing Suicidal ideation Self-sacrifice Death, guilt, and existential despair Religious imagery and themes (including Catholic confession, prayer, and theology) Violence and death (off-page and implied) Body horror and identity horror (off page but implied) Childhood trauma and references to orphans being preyed upon Psychological anguish, fragmentation of self, and grief This book is intended for mature readers who are comfortable engaging with dark emotional material, moral ambiguity, and questions of the soul.

Love changes people. Akira Koji doesn't believe that. A cynical philosophy professor haunted by his past, Akira spends his nights smoking by a quiet riverside-until he meets Sakura Ai, a woman desperately waiting for a man who will never love her back. As their friendship deepens, Sakura begins questioning the life she built around a one-sided love, while Akira finds himself dragged back into memories of the woman who shattered his heart years ago. Caught between the ghosts of the past and the possibility of moving forward, both must face a painful truth: Sometimes love doesn't save us. Sometimes it only reveals the parts of ourselves that were already broken. A haunting philosophical romance about heartbreak, loneliness, and the courage to choose yourself, in the era of Taisho.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Ink Over Silence is a collection of everything I couldn't say out loud. The thoughts I swallowed. The emotions I hid. The version of me no one noticed breaking. Between pressure and identity, silence and emotion, breaking and becoming-these pages hold what words couldn't carry in speech. Because sometimes, silence is louder than words- and ink becomes the only way to survive it. And somewhere in the quiet, when everything feels too heavy to hold alone, there is grace.

မတော်မဆ တစိမ်းတွေ ပြန် ဖြစ်သွားခဲ့ကြမယ် ဆိုရင်တောင် ကျွန်တော်က ကိုကို့ ကို အရမ်း ချစ်ခဲ့ပါတယ် ဆက်ပြီးတော့လည်း ချစ်နေအုန်းမှာပါဆို‌တာလေးတော့ ယုံစေချင်တယ်။ ကျွန်တော်ကြောင့် ဒါမှမဟုတ် ကံကြမ္မာကြောင့် ဝေးခဲ့ကြမယ်ဆိုရင်တောင် ကျွန်တော် မသေမချင်း ကိုကို့ကို လိုက်‌ရှာနေမှာပါ။

Seven women at decisive moments in their lives face loss, silence, and rediscovery. A mother who, after a fever, can only speak a mysterious language that no one understands. A woman who starts running every night and, through running, finds the body she had forgotten. Two sisters sharing the vigil of their dying mother. A biracial teenager who invents words for feelings that have no name in either English or Portuguese. A street dancer who discovers that an abandoned building holds the memories of everyone who ever lived there. A woman who enters a salt labyrinth to confront the younger version of herself. And a seventy‑three‑year‑old woman living alone in Torres, learning that being alone is not the same as loneliness. The book explores identity, heritage, body, grief, and the human capacity to create new languages to name what once seemed unnameable.