Subtle Stories

"I wasn't looking for anything. I just started noticing." It wasn't supposed to mean anything. Just ordinary days. Ordinary lectures. Ordinary conversations in crowded classrooms. But somewhere between those small moments, Mira started noticing things she never meant to notice. A glance that lasted longer than it should have. Eyes that seemed to find her in every room. Silences that felt heavier than words. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she was imagining it. Or maybe some stories begin in the quietest ways- in moments so small that no one else would even think to write them down. Except she did. And these are the notes she never meant to write.

A renowned MMA fighter and academic, who lived by the motto "be strong to be kind," dies peacefully and is reborn as the infant son of a minor noble in a medieval frontier. In this world, where survival is as harsh as the cedar forests are fragrant, he discovers that monsters and ancient forces lurk beyond the political intrigue and swordplay. Armed with his fighter's spirit and scholar's patience, he begins his second life, realizing that strength is once again essential, but the stakes are far higher than any cage fight.

In a world where power moves quietly beneath diplomacy and crime wears the face of legitimacy, Interpol launches a high-risk psychological operation to dismantle a transnational network that has remained untouchable for years. At the center of this operation is Li Wei, a man whose influence does not rely on visibility, and whose control is built not through force, but through perception. No one fully understands the structure he operates within only that those who try to expose it rarely succeed. To reach him, Interpol deploys one of its most precise operatives, Chen Yu. But this mission is different. It is not about infiltration alone. It is about proximity. About perception. About becoming something that cannot be easily questioned. As identities blur and control shifts in ways neither side fully anticipates, what begins as a calculated operation slowly transforms into something far more unstable where intention, trust, and awareness intersect in ways that neither strategy nor training can fully contain.

A Subtle Romance❤ 💙🍷💚 "I have never greeted any customer before...but you made me unable to hold myself back. With your petite body and serious expression, when you sat in front of your laptop, you made me forget all my rules. I greeted you and you responded to my greeting," Mean was looking at Plan lovingly, "And when you said 'hello' to me, you already had my heart."💕 💚🍷💙 💙Cafe OwnerXRomance Novelist💚 A remake but the special chapters after Chapter 11 are 'my' version of extension to the story Warning: Homophobes.....shoo...shoo!!!🙅

He should've kept his eyes on him. It wasn't supposed to be anything. And yet- the more you look, the less there is to see. Maybe there was never a problem. Or maybe... it just wasn't meant to be found.

In a world swallowed by fog and fungus, sunlight is a legend and water is power. Zariah, a thief with too many debts and too few loyalties, has stolen something no man should touch - the good King Robert's private journal. Now hunted through the endless mists, Zariah flees into the forest of the Fog‑Titans, colossal mushrooms that breathe and drip like living gods. With only his stubborn, moss‑covered hog Glutton for company, Zariah must survive the damp labyrinth of Murkhaar, where the air itself hungers and the ground remembers every step. But the deeper he goes, the more he learns that the fog hides more than monsters - it hides truth. And the truth may be worth more than the two million water tokens he was promised.

Meet Nikolai, a twenty-three year old that is chronically sick. On the verge of death, most people would wait it out and die. However - Nikolai did something that NOBODY ELSE should do. Spend three years to build a life-sized puppet and transfer his consciousness into it. From there, he'd be able to live a healthy life, or lack-thereof, for a year. Unknowingly...he actually becomes rather more known as his puppet: Marionette. A puppet that has spooked, charmed, and thrilled people all at once. Although...the main reason was to avoid boredom for a year - he seems to have strayed one bit too far.

They never say it outright. Not by the lake. Not in the corridor. Not when it starts to cost them something real. They learn each other in fragments- in pauses, in restraint, in everything carefully left unsaid. "I know," she tells him once. It should have been the end of it. Instead, it becomes the beginning. Because knowing changes nothing- not family, not blood, not expectation. And still- they choose it.

Subtle Steps in Solitude is a poignant exploration of a young woman's journey through life's mundane routines and unexpected challenges. Priscilla "Cici" Tan is a 28-year-old financial adviser, seemingly content with her structured, solitary existence. But beneath the surface, Cici grapples with the pressures of family expectations, career demands, and her own longing for genuine connection. As she takes tentative steps towards opening up to others, she discovers that the path to self-acceptance and fulfillment is paved with subtle yet significant moments of growth. This novel delves into themes of identity, independence, and the delicate balance between solitude and companionship.

A wealthy businesswoman is found murdered and nothing is as quite as it seems... ... and Lisa and Harry have to try and solve it

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.

Two strangers. One route. The same stops, the same silence, the same almost. Until repetition starts to feel less like coincidence and more like a beginning.

So unlike a Ghost, her experiences have shaped who she is. Can you really know others if you are unknown to yourself? Could it be Pride or Trauma? or... Is it the Obscurity? Author: Yours Truly, Manri.Luisaelena or LeMz

She didn't feel the need to own the seat anymore. She just liked sitting beside the person who usually sat there.

A collection of poems, verses, et cetera. Read and enjoy!! ®All Rights Reserved

Sometimes we never see the things flashing right before our eyes..or rather see them but choose to ignore them.Gaze into the serenity of the night wherein two best friends take a step further..

Inspired by a writing prompt on tumblr.

"One day, I just woke up and feel nothing at all." [BOOK COVER | ARTWORK - NOT MINE!] - For more interactions for suggestion, recommendations or feedback; you can visit my Social Media Accounts! IG: @_klaustagram13 FB: Louvieré Heurtily Twitter: @ljaaaaaaay_13

A couple of short stories. Work in progress. If you have any thoughts on it, I'd love to hear them.

A love story that didn't begin with sparks, but with silence. From quiet hallways and unnoticed glances to a dance floor caught on video, this is the story of how two strangers slowly found their way to each other - not through grand gestures, but through timing, fate, and the little moments in between.