Subtle cerita

In 1890s London, letters can change everything. Especially the heart. When C.J. Bramwell begins writing to the esteemed publisher Percival Blackwood, a simple request grows into something far more compelling. What begins as a polite request grows into an exchange of wit, reflection, and quietly stirring truths. Their correspondence charts a connection neither expected... and cannot ignore. ///New Chapters Posted Weekly - Mondays at 7pm CST///

This book explores the quiet places where feelings grow larger than reality. Each poem reflects the moments we interpret, the gestures we magnify, and the emotions that expand beyond what truly happened. Inside these pages you'll find heartbreak, subtle betrayals, and a soft, lingering melancholy - the kind that comes from seeing more, sensing more, imagining more than the world ever showed. These poems trace the delicate line between what we live and what our hearts create in silence. A requiem for what almost was, and for everything the soul believed it could become.

"Normal." It is the one thing Victor Roberts has spent his entire life chasing. A clinical psychologist begins wearing a mask, believing he is the one who needs fixing. Can he live a normal life alongside his new clinic family, simply doing his job? If only he could detach himself from his past, perhaps he could finally become the person he longs to be. However, as Victor clings to his masked identity, the masks of the people around him begin to fall apart, one by one. He is drawn into the affairs of Estrea-a nation that has survived centuries of war. Beneath its soil lie rumoured resources powerful enough to tempt nations, cults, monarchies, and secret organizations alike. Before he knows it, he finds himself standing before fanatics, shadow organizations, dictators, royalty, and truths no ordinary man was ever meant to witness. The further he walks in search of a normal life... the stranger reality becomes. And at the end of that road- waiting at the edge of the world- is CANDA.

In a world shaped by four realms, one star, and magic born from four gods who once watched creation from the edge of everything, power is measured by blood, tier, and the weight of a name you didn't choose. Lucifer A. Veridian was born into one of the heaviest names in Vanmor - heir to a clan magic he hasn't received, grandson in spirit to a legend who died at war and never saw peace. He hasn't earned Subjects yet. It doesn't come by choice. It comes when the one who carries it finally dies. Until then, Lucifer trains under a man who might be the strongest swordsman alive, loses to rivals who are supposed to be his equals, and carries something inside him even he doesn't understand - an instinct that answers in battle, on a chessboard, in the half-second before everything falls apart, that neither he nor anyone watching can explain. His name says he's destined for greatness. Nobody - not his teachers, not his rivals, not even the people who love him - actually knows what he's capable of yet. Including him. As Westhelm Academy prepares him for a world of tournaments, missions, and a war generations in the making, Lucifer will have to become someone worth the name he was given - before the world decides that for him. RAUAK is a dark fantasy about legacy, hidden power, and the cost of becoming who you were always meant to be.

a story of rebels and struggle, loosely set in India around the time of British Raj. two unnamed boys and the story of them. read on, for names only bind you to presumptions and we would not like any. * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . * [this is an original work. i do not allow any distribution or copying.] @nymphtune 2022. all rights reserved.

Short story about two roommates coming back from a party, and one decides to come out to his oblivious friend that he's gay.

Another generic Girls Und Panzer fanfiction. Disclaimer: This fanfic is going more action orientated rather than to the standard romance route. If you're still confused of the names and their roles, take a step back and review past chapters.

After a death in his apartment building draws police attention, a Los Angeles psychotherapist must decide how much he wants to know when a high-profile patient's mysterious disclosures begin to mirror the crime.

Noelle and Rhy, two strangers, wandered too far from their classmates and ended up stuck at an unfamiliar part of the beach. There was no service, no one checking in, just a feeling of being forgotten. Frustrated laughs escaped them, and in that moment, the exchanged numbers found a tiny Connection in the chaos of adulthood. THE IMAGES I USE ARE NOT COPYRIGHTED

Ivan Polnan was accidently neglected by his parents at the age of eight. Loneliness overwhelms him in bouts of 'teenage angst'. Yet when he gazes at the back of his friend, James Burbon, he might not be as alone as he thinks. [Friendship, very very subtle slash/yaoi]

It all started when a simple girl visited the garden that she and her family rent a part of. At one point her younger sister almost got hit by an arrow. Can Annabelle get past it to develop a relationship with the boy who shot the arrow? Or more like it, with the relationship grow to be something more than just garden buddies?

Thoughts from a broken and damaged mind, they cannot be contained, yet cannot be silenced

Gwen POV shows her two faced personality and what she truly thinks of everyone. Especially a particular person in her class. Is this just jealousy or envy?

This is a battle, I face, occasionally. It happens to everyone, but we tend to overlook It, giving darkness a chance to overshadow us. Combat that toxic feeling!

Master swordsman,half Breton half Nord tomgirst shade wrought journeys to skyrim to find adventure.the political problems of high rock and its feudal society drove him mad with boredom,so he finds adventure,dragons,gold,more dragons and his destiny as the dovahkinn

Sometimes, the wrong person feels like home. Nmesoma comes to the gym to escape grief, to move, to breathe. Daniel notices. Quietly. Patiently. It starts as kindness. Then glances linger a little too long. Hands brush for just a heartbeat. Words are spoken softly, carrying more than they should. Every moment with him feels like a promise she shouldn't want, a pull she can't resist. And in the spaces between what is said and what is felt, hearts begin to cross invisible lines. Lines We Pretended Not to See is a story about loss, longing, and the quiet tension between Nmesoma and Daniel - where desire whispers, and the heart can't help but listen.

A collection of mellow poems to soothe the heart out of troubles or to bring a sliver of smile to the mind.