Chapter 01 - I am My Demon Mode

One evening, after finishing my work, I came home. Like every day, I sat down on the sofa without a thought. I called my wife and asked for a glass of water. She came immediately, bringing water and

Cautious me, and a girl too dangerous (part-1)

Azariah’s car breaks down on the bumpy dirt road. He notices a girl cycling fast toward the city — her skirt flaps, hands gripping the handles, determination in her eyes. Predictably, she falls. But i

The Letter That Came Without a Name

On a quiet Sunday evening, when the sky over Goa was melting into shades of orange and purple, I found a letter lying outside my door. There was no stamp. No address. No name. Just my initials written

A LOST HEARTBEAT

The throne room was drowning in silence. Not the gentle kind—but the heavy, smothering quiet that settles after something irreparable has happened. The great iron gates outside had collapsed long ag

The Accidental Bump

Characters: Maya Sharma & Arjun Malhotra Setting: Mumbai - Bandra-Worli Sea Link exit junction The collision happens at 6:47 PM on a Tuesday. Maya's rushing, phone in one hand, coffee in the other,

Accidental

Taekook The collision happens in slow motion. One moment Jungkook is rushing through Gangnam Station, eyes on his phone, and the next he's crashing into someone—solid warmth and the faint scent of c

Doraemon's reincarnation door

In the morning at school I was in the library reading about how to memorize mathematics because I was having trouble studying mathematics. Reading while memorizing mathematics, then writing it down o

The Mafia king and his Maid

In the heart of the city, where power ruled louder than sirens, everyone feared Adriano Vale, the Mafia King. His name alone could silence a room. Dressed in black suits and cold authority, he sat at

SOMEONE

I was never the kind of girl praised for excellence. Never the one who stood on stages for quizzes won or medals earned on fields I never mastered. I was never someone who could twist yarn into perfec

UNITS

The most unfair thing you can do to yourself is- Measuring your worth in units you never tried. Units like miles, the one for which you never stood in lines,never trained your breath to chase, Unit

She was my beginning, But never my ending.

She Was My Beginning, But Never My Ending Written by Kingson das From the moment they were in 7th standard, Daniel had loved Aaradhya—quietly, deeply, hopelessly. Every smile she gave, every time s

🔞Resonance Protocol 🗣💦🔞 (BL)

Content Warning ⚠️ 🔞 (Made-up...?) Ji-ho had always thought his voice was too soft for this world. At twenty-four, fresh out of a dead-end dubbing gig for kids’ cartoons, he posted fan-dubs of BL a

Let Go

The realtor called it a “handyman’s dream.” That’s the phrase they use for places with bad foundations and a smell of damp that no candle can mask. My wife, Sarah, saw potential. I saw a price tag we

Student of the year

‎Arthur has always been a focused person, who would help his students in need. It has been nearly 20 years of his teaching experience and 15 years in this institution. This institution was the one tha

My Queen of death stoley heart

He was known as "The Shadow," a ruthless and calculating operative who inspired fear in the hearts of his enemies. His eyes were as cold as ice, his demeanor as unyielding as steel. But all of that ch

The Library of Second Chances

Elara worked in the whispers. The grand, old city library was her cathedral, and its silence was a language she spoke fluently. Her life was a carefully ordered system of Dewey decimals and soft foots

Until Death Do Us Part

I knew you were far more broken to be fixed... They say time heals, but what if time suddenly stops ticking? *** Matvey lay unconscious on his bed, empty bottles scattered across the floor, the ste

sin of can't forget memories

God gives every human being a gift—the gift of forgetting the past. As time passes, memories slowly blur, allowing people to move forward with new joys, new pains, and new memories. But there was a gi

THE LANGUAGE OF LEAVES

Leo was a botanist who spoke only through flowers. Not in the romantic, symbolic sense—he had a condition, a rare synesthesia born from a childhood fever, that rendered his voice into silence whenever

ASH AND ECHO

The world ended with a whisper. It was called the Silent Rain, a forty-day fall of fine grey ash that stripped memories from the land and the people upon it. Cities did not collapse; they were forgo