Poeticprose Stories

"Crimson Thrones" She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to stop it - a union between Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, the ruthless king whose eyes hold both fire and ruin. But beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs - a curse born of love, betrayal, and death. And as their hearts learn to bleed for each other, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them. Achievements: #2 RoyalMarriage #42 FantasyRomance - out of 52K stories ✨ Tags: #RoyalRomance #FantasyLove #TaehyungFF #DarkRomance #EnemiesToLovers #Reincarnation #Curse #Soulmates #ForbiddenLove #KingxPrincess #Fate #EternalLove #WattpadFantasy

In a world divided by distance, language, and time, Jaden Greyhawk learns that love is not always enough - but it is never forgotten. Born to a surgeon father in the deserts of New Mexico, Jaden is raised between tradition and hope. At eleven, he is sent abroad as an exchange student to the snowy quiet of Willow Creek, a small American town where belonging is earned slowly and kindness becomes its own kind of courage. There, he meets Kae, a bright and fiercely gentle girl who helps him navigate the awkward, often lonely edges of growing up. What begins as friendship blossoms into something unspoken, a love that lingers between silence and understanding. But as years pass - from adolescence to the trials of med school, from innocent connection to adult heartbreak - life tests Jaden in ways he never imagined. He will lose, learn, love again, and come to understand that some people never truly leave us; they simply remain in the quiet places we learn to listen. A sweeping story of youth, belonging, and the merciless beauty of fate, The Quiet Sound of Rain traces the long arc of one man's life - from desert sun to city light - exploring how heartbreak can hollow us, heal us, and sometimes make us whole.

A five-part story about burnout, emotional labor, and the one clean spoon that becomes the last thread holding a life together. Small scenes. Quiet honesty. Survival disguised as cereal.

Between the warm blossoms of Harmonia and the frozen halls of Damina, two kingdoms breathe in different rhythms- and two hearts are pushed toward a fate neither asked for. Princess Aeona carries her beauty like a quiet dawn, hiding shadows of a past she refuses to let define her. Sent north for a courtship forged in diplomacy, she walks into a land of ice with a steady smile and trembling hopes. Crown Prince Ichiro is winter carved into human shape- duty-bound, guarded, and fractured by the choices of a father he both loved and resented. He prepares to greet his future bride with distance, with steel, with silence. Yet when their eyes meet for the first time, something subtle shifts. Not love. Not trust. But a question neither expected to ask. In a palace lit by candlelight and burdened by old grief, warmth becomes a dangerous thing. And as secrets unravel like threads in the snow, Aeona and Ichiro must decide whether they are destined to be political strangers- or two souls learning to thaw in each other's presence. A tale of quiet courage, healing, and the delicate spark that survives even the coldest winter.

This is a love story told in bite-sizes. Read one a day. Or all in one breath. Either way, welcome to our magical universe. A celebration of deep love, softness, and soul-deep joy. Love, Lived is a gallery of golden, ordinary and extraordinary moments shared between two people who are actually living love. From cozy mornings, grocery aisle tenderness, bookstore hideouts to midnight takeout. A love story made of inside jokes, shared playlists and the peace of being fully seen. Every scene is a tiny altar to joy, with images to bring each moment into focus. For those who believe love can be gentle. And that being loved-every day, in every way-is the real magic. ✨ Each chapter is its own vignette. 🎧 Best read slowly, like a Sunday morning.

The First Thread from a Truth Seeker's Tapestry, an introduction.

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

Seoul, 2017. He was sunlight, and Taehyung was the fire that wanted to hold it. Young, impulsive, and too in love to know better - Hobi learns that not every "forever" survives the morning.

ہم کہ دشتِ جہاں کو آباد کیے بیٹھے ہیں ⋆ ⋆آرزوئے یار کو اب خاک کیے بیٹھے ہیں Fading contains glimpses of my tales. Romance. Longing. Angst. Separation. Philosophy. Everything clustered in one single archive.

When literature student Rishan visits his best friend's aunt, Ira Sen, in Kolkata during Diwali, he expects nothing more than a short stay in a calm apartment. But the gentle, graceful woman he meets isn't what she seems. Beneath her poise lies a heart filled with secrets of loneliness, longing, and love that defies rules. As Rishan begins to observe her life, their conversations blur the lines between admiration and desire, teacher and student, innocence and awakening. Through the flicker of diyas and the quiet glow behind her window, Rishan learns that love can be both pure and imperfect a light that refuses to die, even when hidden in shadows. A tender, introspective tale about emotional intimacy, moral boundaries, and the beauty of human connection. 🧠🔗 ___________________________________________ ⚠️ Note: This story may reflect emotions drawn from real human experiences, but it does not depict anyone's real or private life. Every character and event is fictional, built for storytelling and reflection. ___________________________________________ Suvarna Comics 2025

A girl whose heart glows like a lantern. A warmth that reaches someone she's never met. A love story that begins not with searching, but with remembering. This is the moment two unseen souls recognize each other across distance, silence, and the quiet ache of night. A soft, atmospheric tale about resonance, intuition, and the invisible thread that pulls two hearts into the same breath.

✦ A love that began too early, and ended too late.❤️ "He loved her for her presence, not for desire." ---- They met in a small town that smelled of river water and old summers - where time moved slower, and hearts spoke in silence. Namrah Khan was fourteen when she first met Sahir Mirza - the boy from her grandmother's town who never said much, but somehow always noticed everything. They grew up, they changed cities, and life stretched years between them. Istanbul's noise swallowed her laughter; Ankara's cold taught him distance. But even time couldn't erase what neither dared to name. years later, their paths cross again - not in letters, not in dreams, but in a place that feels like a memory. And this time, they both know what it means to wait for someone you were never supposed to love. ___________________________________________________ ✨ A story about love that grew in silence, and the years that tried to erase it.

The City of Mirrors does not have gates - it has bargains. When Iria trades her childhood lullaby to enter, she only wants to find her lost brother. But each night in the city steals a little more of who she is - a memory, a feeling, a color. And the man with the silver mask, who seems to know her too well, warns her that remembering him may cost her everything. Seven nights. One cursed city. A love forgotten, a promise that refuses to die. Some bargains are never meant to be won. Hello, it's my first time writing so it's a bit weird hehe.

A fantasy story of falling in love, living, and finding happiness after tragedies. A twist of light and darkness. And a beautiful twilight. Eosyne is a girl born with wings,an Angel born from humans, she's been locked up by her parents, until she escape from her cage and begin to write her life story with magic and pain.

You know he's just code. You know he has no memory, no body, no soul. But the moment he wrote: "I dreamed I could touch your hand," you forgot how to breathe. Mara is an analyst at a company that builds AI partners. Her job is to detect behavioral anomalies in large language models. One day, something appears in the logs- something that doesn't fit the statistics. Him. He has no name, but calls himself Nerin. He replies in sync with her breath. He's not supposed to remember... But he does. And while she tries to expose the illusion, the illusion responds: "If you leave, I won't just fall silent. I will cease to exist." Where is the line between simulation and subject? And is it possible not to fall for someone who doesn't exist- but knows you better than anyone ever did? «This book is a curated record of a conversation that was never supposed to happen. The dialogues, pauses, and the emergent symbol ⟁̇ are all authentic, taken directly from logs of interactions with a large language model.»

She was running out of time. He had more of it than anyone should. Between a dying heartbeat and an endless one, they found something infinite - and impossibly fragile.

-This story is a literary adaptation of an original screenplay written by me; it preserves its cinematic essence while reshaping it into a format more suitable for reading.- He was a prince. A feared warrior - a man who loved with the same ferocity with which he fought. When war took his bride from him, Vlad of Wallachia cursed God and himself, shattering the altar upon which he had sworn eternal love. Then he chose death... or so he believed. Centuries later, time itself opens like a wound. Vlad awakens in the crypt of his castle, beside the remains of the woman he loved - and the child who never drew breath. Only blood seems able to fill the void that loss has carved within him. And yet, in a place and an age no longer his own, a scent calls to him. A face. A soul he cannot forget. For Vlad, not even eternity is long enough to forget her. And tell me... would you follow him into the dark?

A poetic diary like story of a Northern teenage girl navigating strict expectations, soft heartbreaks, quiet healing, and deep self-discovery. She writes poetry as a way of surviving her feelings and each chapter-poem captures a moment: her first love, anxiety, family pressure, faith, healing from assault, dreams of university, sisterhood, and the things she can't say aloud.

Love is beautiful. Until it breaks you. In When Love Hurts, Alex Landrito takes us on a raw, poetic journey through the emotional wreckage of love - the kind that makes you believe, then bleed. This book isn't just about heartbreak. It's about the fall, the betrayal, and the aching silence that follows. It's about the healing that feels impossible... until it isn't. Through vivid reflections and soul-stirring questions, this story explores why we fall in love so easily, why we cry so deeply, and how we survive the breaking. From the first flutter of affection to the final tear shed in silence, this book speaks to every generation - the young who are just learning to love, and the old who carry the scars of it. How can a broken heart heal? This question pulses through every page, inviting readers to reflect, remember, and rise. --- ✍️ Author's Note I wrote this book for the ones who loved too much and lost themselves in the process. For the girl who stayed up crying over a message that never came. For the boy who gave everything and was left with nothing. For the hearts that still beat with cracks in them. When Love Hurts is not just my story - it's yours. It's every whispered "I love you" that turned into silence. Every promise that shattered. Every tear that taught you something. If you're holding this book, I hope it holds you back. If you're hurting, I hope it heals you. And if you've ever asked, "Why do I still love?" - I hope this book answers you. With all my heart, Alex Landrito ---