Fable
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 Rahman6 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 Rahman6 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 Rahman6 months ago in Fiction
The Painter of Memories
M Mehran Elena lived in a small town where life moved quietly, like the slow river that curved through its center. She worked at the post office, sorted letters, and stacked packages. To most, she was invisible, a pair of hands behind the counter. But at night, she painted.
By Muhammad Mehran6 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
"We need somewhere quiet," Ellie said, clutching her bag closer as they walked down the busy sidewalk. The Starbucks coffee still left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, but the stolen money felt reassuring in her pocket. "Somewhere private where no one will see us disappear."
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
The Return of the Fallen Princ
It was supposed to be just another gray morning in the kingdom. The palace guards stood at their posts, the bells of the cathedral rang in their steady rhythm, and the air was heavy with the usual mix of duty and silence. But then the whispers started. A carriage had been spotted near the city gates, and inside it sat a familiar figure—one who had sworn never to return.
By Norul Rahman6 months ago in Fiction
The Return of the Prince: Shadows, Secrets, and a Silent Crown
The air was crisp in the old city, the kind of chill that carried whispers of autumn and memory. For Prince Adrian, it was more than just the cold that gnawed at him—it was the weight of returning home. Every smile, every handshake, every carefully staged moment had been rehearsed in advance. His advisors told him: Smile in every picture. Don’t look weary. Don’t frown. And above all, avoid anything that could be turned against you.
By Norul Rahman6 months ago in Fiction
