Fable
The Banquet and the Concert
The castle glowed like a dream. Silver chandeliers hung above the banquet hall, their light falling on polished marble floors that had seen centuries of footsteps. At the center of it all stood Lady Eveline, dressed in a gown that seemed sewn from the night sky itself. On her head rested a tiara, its gems catching the candlelight and scattering it across the hall like fragments of stars.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Crown of Silence
The chandeliers glimmered like frozen stars as Lady Catherine stepped into the ballroom. The hush that swept over the crowd was immediate, instinctive. It wasn’t just her tiara, or the gown that seemed spun from moonlight itself. It was her stillness. The way she carried herself, the quiet command in her posture, the glow that didn’t ask for attention but received it all the same.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity's cottage felt like a sanctuary after the strange silence of the forest. She dropped her pack by the door and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scents of dried herbs and the lingering sweetness of yesterday's honey cakes. Everything was exactly as she'd left it—copper pots hanging from their hooks, wooden counters worn smooth by years of use, the cheerful clutter of a kitchen that was truly lived in.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Prince Between Two Worlds
The rain had already begun to fall when Henry looked out the window of his California home. It was the soft kind of rain that reminded him of England—the misty drizzle that clung to your coat and made every field smell of earth and memory. He closed his eyes, and for a moment he could almost hear the bells of Windsor and the voices of cousins running through long corridors. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to admit what he had been avoiding: he missed it.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
I Owe You Nothing”: Prince Harry’s Silent Confession of Rejection
It wasn’t the sentence itself that crushed Prince Harry—it was the way it was delivered. Calm. Final. Stripped of affection. When King Charles looked into his son’s eyes and said, “I owe you nothing, son. In this life or after,” it wasn’t just a father turning away from his child. It was the head of the monarchy drawing an unbreakable line.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Heart of a Dog. Content Warning.
Author of the story (kamalali) In a quiet village nestled between green hills and winding streams, lived a humble but kind-hearted man named Haji Bilal. He and his wife lived in a modest home with their two children, a son and a daughter. Though they didn’t have much in terms of money or possessions, their home was filled with love, laughter, and generosity. The villagers respected them for their honesty and simplicity.
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Fiction
The Butler’s Silence Breaks
For decades, he had remained in the background, his presence as discreet as the ticking of a palace clock. To the outside world, he was simply a servant — a butler in pressed tails who polished silver and poured tea. But inside the grand walls of the palace, he was something more. He was the keeper of whispers, the witness to secrets, the quiet custodian of a princess’s laughter and tears.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Prince Who Drew a Line
The palace gardens were quiet that evening, but the silence was not peace. It was the kind of silence that comes before a storm, heavy with all the words left unspoken. In the east wing, the heir to the throne stood before a window, his reflection caught between the glass and the twilight. For years, he had endured whispers, scandals, and betrayals. But now, his patience had burned down to embers.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Banquet of Shadows
The chandeliers of the Grand Hall shimmered like constellations, throwing golden light across tables draped in white linen and crystal. Musicians played softly in the gallery, their violins weaving a soundscape of grace and tradition. It was the kind of evening the kingdom loved to display to the world—an evening of elegance, power, and unity.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
