Fable

The Curse of the Glittering Partner
The Curse of the Glittering Partner In the golden city by the sea, where palm trees bowed in the ocean breeze and stars hid not in the sky but behind velvet curtains, there lived a woman named Calista. She was no ordinary woman—her hands carried magic. With a single touch, she could tame the wildest curls, smooth the fiercest waves, and coax hidden beauty from any weary soul who sat in her chair.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Duchess with the Missing Years
The Duchess with the Missing Years Once upon a time, in a quiet coastal town far from the royal courts of Europe, there lived a woman whose story seemed too perfect to be true. Her name was Seraphina. She arrived suddenly in the grand halls of power, draped in mystery, speaking of love, destiny, and a new way forward.
By khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Prince and the Forgotten Tea
The autumn air in London carried the kind of chill that stirred both memory and regret. When the black car pulled up to Clarence House, there was no ceremony. No trumpets, no heralds. Just a man stepping onto familiar ground with nothing but a suitcase and a phone filled with moments of his children.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Pattern
The gray skies over Suffolk seemed to bend toward her, as if the heavens themselves wanted to catch a glimpse of the woman stepping out from the car. The hum of the crowd quieted, cameras clicking like raindrops against the silence. And there she was—Princess Catherine.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Duchess with the Missing Years
The Duchess with the Missing Years Once upon a time, in a kingdom where tiaras sparkled brighter than the stars, there lived a duchess whose life seemed like the perfect storybook. She arrived from faraway lands, carrying charm, grace, and a promise to bring something new to the ancient halls of royalty. To the outside world, she was fearless, authentic, and unafraid to speak her truth.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
Fake News: The Psychic Echo
They called it Echo. The President reclined in his luxurious swivel chair, and stared at the blue glow of the monitor. "Echo, the Internet's Dreamcatcher," shone in bold yellow type across the top of the webpage onscreen.
By A. S. Lawrence4 months ago in Fiction
The Duchess of Shadows: A Tale of Secrets, Sisters, and Silent Truths
The palace halls were quiet, but the silence felt heavy. A storm was brewing—not of thunder and lightning, but of questions, doubts, and secrets that refused to stay buried. At the center of it all stood a duchess, a woman admired by millions, whose image seemed flawless under the camera’s gaze. But behind that carefully polished façade, cracks had begun to appear, and those closest to her seemed determined to reveal what lay beneath.
By khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Salute That Never Came
The rain had just begun when Daniel stepped off the plane. British soil stretched beneath his shoes, heavy with memories he wasn’t sure he was ready to face. For weeks he had told himself this trip was about peace—about repairing broken bridges, about quiet talks behind closed doors. He had imagined a nod of recognition, maybe even a warm handshake, the kind of gestures that once came so easily.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
Skin Deep
"It's so hot..." Ammy croaked, sprawled across the freshly polished wooden floor. A fan wheezed in the corner, rotating back and forth every few minutes, pushing nothing but dry, dusty air around the room. Usually the fan helped her survive the long summer days, but today it was useless.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The City of Almost
The City of Almost When Mira first moved to the city, she thought the locals were joking. “You’ll see them,” her landlord had said while handing her the brass key with its strange, crooked teeth. “Don’t stare too long. That’s the trick.”
By Timothy A Rowland4 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Never Left
Elena typed the words three times before erasing them. The first draft was too blunt. We’re done. Don’t call me again. The second too sentimental. I’ll always care for you, but this isn’t working. The third hovered somewhere in the middle, but still her thumb trembled above the glowing blue arrow on the screen.
By Timothy A Rowland4 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Meeting
The city outside never noticed. Just two dark vehicles passing through the iron gates of Clarence House on a gray September evening. To most, it looked like nothing more than protocol. But to those who knew the story, it was extraordinary. A father and son, once inseparable, now strangers in everything but blood, finally sitting down in the same room after more than a year apart.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction