Fable
The Duchess of Disguise: A Tale of Crowns, Promises, and Vanishing Keys
In a faraway kingdom—not bound by geography but by fame and glitter—there lived a woman who carried two names. To some, she was a dreamer who dared to break into the world’s grandest palace. To others, she was a question wrapped in velvet, polished until the light blinded anyone who looked too closely.
By Norul Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
The Duchess’s Hidden Shadow
Every kingdom builds myths about its chosen princesses. Some myths are polished by palace scribes, others whispered by villagers in candlelight. But sometimes, the most dangerous myths are those that the princess herself tries hardest to erase.
By Norul Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
The Prince Who Came for Tea and Left with Nothing
The carriage clock in Clarence House ticked loudly, as if mocking the man who sat stiffly on the velvet chair. Harold, once a prince, now just another weary traveler with too many demands, waited for his father. He had come with a purpose. Money, titles, security, maybe even sympathy—his wish list was long.
By Norul Rahman7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Lantern
In the quiet valleys of the northern mountains, where snow-capped peaks touched the clouds and rivers sang through the rocks, there lived a boy named Ayaan. His village was small, nestled between pine forests and meadows of wildflowers. Life there was simple—people grew their food, shared laughter around bonfires, and respected the power of nature. But Ayaan carried a dream larger than the mountains themselves.
By Muhammad Bilal7 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Fiction
