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The Shape of What We Never Said

Elara Voss arrives in the coastal city of Valenreach believing she has chosen a life defined by clarity, reason, and careful ambition. Quiet, observant, and emotionally restrained, she trusts structure more than impulse and silence more than confession. It is in Valenreach’s old libraries and slow, thoughtful rhythms that she meets Rowan Hale—an introspective, perceptive man whose presence unsettles her precisely because it asks nothing of her and yet sees too much. Their connection forms gradually, built on conversations that drift toward meaning and silences that speak more than words. What begins as intellectual companionship deepens into a profound emotional intimacy neither is willing to name. Both believe in timing, in responsibility, in not disrupting lives—including their own. When Rowan leaves Valenreach for a future that promises stability but not fulfillment, neither speaks the truth they both recognize. What remains between them is unfinished. Years pass. Elara builds a respectable life shaped by practicality and social expectation, mistaking emotional quiet for contentment. Rowan finds success elsewhere, yet carries with him the persistent sense of having abandoned something essential. Though they are separated by distance and time, their bond survives as memory and comparison—an unspoken measure against which all other connections fall short. When circumstance draws them back into each other’s lives, they are older, more guarded, and burdened by choices already made. The love they never claimed now demands acknowledgment, but honesty comes with consequences neither can avoid. As long-suppressed truths surface, Elara and Rowan must confront what love means when it arrives late—and whether recognizing it is enough. The Shape of What We Never Said is a quiet, devastating romance about timing, restraint, and the courage it takes to speak when silence has become habit. It explores how lives are shaped not only by the choices we make, but by the words we leave unsaid—and what remains after truth is finally spoken.
TanY · 1.7k Views

"My reason to live"

"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>
DeryaYildirim · 12.5k Views

His One Night Mistake: The Alpha Kings Wants His Heir Back

Five years ago, she was betrayed in a single night. Drugged, drunk, and set up by the very people she trusted—her stepsister and her best friend—she woke up in the arms of a powerful Alpha she didn’t even know. By morning, the lie had already been told. Branded a disgrace and accused of selling herself for money, she was cast out by her own father without a chance to defend herself… carrying a secret no one knew. His child. Now, five years later, she returns to the kingdom she was exiled from—no longer broken, no longer powerless. She has built a name for herself, a life for her son, and walls around her heart. The past is buried… or so she believes. Because the Alpha King remembers the night. He doesn’t remember her face. But he remembers her scent. Haunting. Familiar. Impossible to forget. As his grandmother pressures him into marriage, he becomes obsessed with finding the mysterious woman from that night—unaware that the woman chosen to stand beside him is the very one he has been searching for… and that the child she hides is his heir. But someone else is lying. Her stepsister has stepped forward, claiming to be the woman from that night—and she has no intention of letting the truth come out. In a kingdom where power decides truth, where scent never lies, and where an heir can change everything, what happens when the Alpha King finally discovers who the woman before him truly is? And what will he do when he learns that his greatest mistake… became his greatest legacy?
phronesis254 · 452 Views

Remarrying My Ex-Wife

Summer’s marriage to Gideon had been nothing short of a fairytale. Their days were filled with joy and peace until one incident ruined everything completely. The man she loved the most accused her of cheating. ======= “Who is the father of the child?” Gideon thundered, squeezing her shoulders. His crushing grip made her wince in pain and fear. “It’s yours. Why won’t you believe me?” “I wanted to. But these reports tell different story.” He threw the paternity test reports at her. “Hope is not my child?” The ground shattering revelation rattled Summer. She tried everything to save this marriage, but it didn’t turn well. Hidden conspiracy and betrayal tore her world apart, costing her everything, including her own life. The moment she thought it was over, she found herself gone back in time. She had been reborn. Armed with the knowledge of what was to come, she vowed to protect herself and her family. ====== “Since I’ve been given a second chance, I’ll not let the history to repeat.” She thought she would stay far away from Gideon, but fate had other plans. He appeared in front of her again six years later. This time, he didn’t want to kill her. He wanted to trap her, torment her, and own her. Would Summer let him ruin her again? Would she be able to change her fate this time? “In this life, you can never escape me,” Gideon hissed. Summer looked into his eyes coldly. “We ended things six years ago. I’ll never let you crawl back into my life again.” Pinching her chin, he declared, “No one can stop me from reclaiming you, not even you.”
Angelica2511 · 62.6k Views

Not Old, Just Weak for Younger Men

“Who are you calling Auntie?!” Lalin, a 35-year-old hot-tempered writer, clashes with ‘Khet,’ a troublesome 18-year-old brat, right in the middle of a crossroad. From a cheeky opponent to a boy under her wing, he now has to use his body to pay back his tuition fees to ‘Auntie’ every single night! Content Warning (Please read before proceeding) This novel contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. It includes the following themes * Age Gap: The main characters have a 17-year age difference (35 and 18), involving significant disparities in maturity and social status. * Financially Dependent Relationship: The story features a "Sugar Mommy" dynamic or a sponsorship element, where the female lead covers the male lead’s tuition and living expenses. * Erotic Scenes (NC 18+): Contains explicit and detailed descriptions of sexual encounters, including sexually suggestive language. * Strong & Explicit Language: Includes verbal bickering, age-related insults (e.g., being called "Auntie"), and the use of Dirty Talk during intimate scenes for dramatic effect. * Improper Behavior: Characters may exhibit irrational actions, temper tantrums, or make emotional decisions that do not reflect healthy real-world behavior. Disclaimer All events and characters in this story are products of the author's imagination. This work does not intend to promote or encourage any such behavior in real life. Please distinguish between entertainment and reality. Note on Language Please be advised that this story has been translated with the assistance of AI. Consequently, some expressions may not be perfectly fluid or may slightly differ from the original intended meaning. We apologize for any linguistic errors and thank you for your understanding. #Not Old, Just Weak for Younger Men Pen Name: miki sunflower I’m here to win your hearts! Please give a warm welcome to our cheeky boy "Khet" and the feisty writer "Auntie Lalin." They’re ready to be embraced by all you lovely readers! ✅ Follow the Author So you won't miss it when Lalin spoils Khet with tuition money (or when Khet sneakily "pays back the interest" to her in bed!). ✅ Add to Library Get notified of the spiciness before anyone else! Get your tissues ready for those nosebleeds because I’m serving this story with extra hot chili! ✅ Give it a Big Heart Send some love to fuel my energy so I can keep writing and churning out more chapters for you all! Come and join the fun! Let’s root for the stubborn boy from Suphan Buri and the furious Diva from the big city together! Thank you for all the support you've shown to "Lalin's favorite Graduate." Much love! ❤️
Tawanmiki_ · 1.2k Views