When It Gets Too Quiet is a short, emotional story about depression, isolation, and the quiet ways people try to reach each other when words feel too heavy.

Lena lives alone in a small city apartment, struggling with a silence that feels more like suffocation than peace. She’s trying to disappear without leaving.

Marcus is her older brother, stubbornly refusing to let her drift too far away—even when she won’t answer his calls or open the door.

This isn’t a love story. It’s not a perfect fix.

It’s about those moments when someone decides to sit beside you in the dark instead of telling you to get over it.

If you’ve ever felt too tired to explain why you’re tired, or too sad to ask for help—this story is for you

Now in English — A popular Japanese Shōjo-Inspired Love Story：​​​​​​​『二周目，我依然愛他』（Second Time Around, I Still Love Him）A gentle tale of innocent love, quiet devotion, and the kind of romance that never rushes… only deepens.

✨ New Series Preview｜Forbidden Butler Romance × Shoujo Vibes✨

I’ve been secretly in love with my personal butler for six years.He always stands quietly behind me—preparing my tea, holding my umbrella, and walking beside me through every lonely moment.

He says it’s out of duty, respect, and loyalty.Never once has he said he likesme.Never once has he let me hope for more.

But I can’t hide it anymore.Every time he gets close, my heart spirals out of control—not because he’s my butler, but because I truly, madlylove him.

How do I make the man who’s sworn to serve me… fall for me?If loving him is a mistake, then I’ve been wrong for six years.But this time, even if I have to break the rules—I want to make his heart waver. Just once. That would be enough.

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This love is a forbidden one—between a lady and her butler.He’s not allowed to love me. I’m too afraid to confess.

But I can’t keep waiting.

I want to turn this “you can’t love me” into “you can’t help but love me.”

✦ Forbidden Master–Servant Romance × Stoic Yet Gentle Butler × Tension-Filled Chemistry × Sweet & Irresistible Slow Burn

✦ The more he restrains himself, the more I want to draw close.✦ A love game neither of us should play—but we’ve already fallen too deep. ♡

A rain-soaked café window divides two souls on the verge of connection. On one side, a woman gently cradles a mug, her gaze distant yet drawn to something just beyond the glass. Opposite her, a young man sits quietly, headphones over his ears, pen hovering above a weathered notebook. Between them lies more than coffee—there’s silence, there’s story, there’s song.

Set in soft blues and warm neutrals, the cover captures the stillness of a moment that could change everything. Raindrops trace down the glass like the unspoken words they’ve both been carrying. The blurred city in the background hums softly behind them, but inside, it’s just the two of them—and a connection that hasn't quite begun.​​​​​​​

I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.

Not in a dramatic way. Just... quietly.

Stopped replying.

Stopped smiling at the right moments.

Stopped walking into rooms like I belonged there.

I’ve done it before ...slowly disappeared from people’s lives and watched how long it took them to ask where I went.

Sometimes they never did.

Sometimes they noticed when it was already too late to fix it.

I could skip a day, miss a week, vanish for a month and life would just go on.

People would keep laughing.

Group chats would stay alive.

Photos would still be posted.

Maybe they’d think, “Oh, she’s just busy.”

Or “He’s been quiet lately, hope he’s okay.”

But they wouldn’t ask. They never ask.

I don't want attention. I just want someone to notice me before I'm gone.

Not after.

Not in the kind of way where they say,

“I wish I checked in more.”

“I didn’t know they were going through something.”

I want someone to ask when I’m still here , not when I’m already a memory.

But maybe that’s asking too much.

> Some people die loudly.

I think I’ll just fade… and let the silence do the rest

He doesn’t remember the lab. But his body never forgot.

When Orion was two years old, he vanished. Two months later, he was returned without a word, without a scratch—and without his mother, who had taken her own life in his absence. Blamed for her death, Orion grew up under his father’s violent hand, each day a cycle of pain and silence.

Two scars mark his back. He doesn’t know how they got there—until the night he turns seventeen.

In an explosion of agony and blood, wings erupt from beneath his skin, ripping through muscle and memory alike. Horrified, he tries to destroy them. But they grow back. And they bring questions that won't stay buried.

When Orion meets others like him—survivors of childhood disappearances, each with strange abilities and fractured pasts—he uncovers a dark truth: none of them came back unchanged. And the people who made them this way? They might still be watching.

Love is an inevitable feeling for one another. However, it has the challenges to be faced by one another, not just the tempo and rhythm experienced and felt by one another, but by promises and what it takes to be with on another. This book entrails about the words of romance.

一名小說寫作家，遇上一名漫畫家之間的校園戀愛故事

望月悠真(Mochizuki Yuma)

故事的主人公是一名平凡的15歲高中二年級生,與妹妹望月雪乃共同生活。

但是在之前的學校的性格轉變為十分陰沉的人。

然而,一次意外的轉學讓他發現自己擁有一種

神秘而特殊的能力

這股力量不僅改變了他的社交生活,還認識到了伴侶。

隨著他與新同學和伴侶的關係逐漸加深,望月悠真發現自己身邊的人慢慢開始擁有了特殊的能力。究竟這股能力將帶來什麼樣的挑戰? 會令和其他同學的關係變得更融洽嗎？

還是會招來更多麻煩？

敬請期待這段充滿懸念和驚喜的戀愛故事!

堅持每星期起碼更新三次。

這個故事我也會在「小說家になろう」這個網站平台上發佈日語版本

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[DC-Batman Fanfic Creation] (Nana × Jason Todd)

To her, Jason was fire wrapped in silence—fierce, reckless, aching to be understood. He never asked for comfort, yet she always felt when he needed it. In a world full of danger, he was the only place that ever felt safe.

※This is my very first romance story—I just wanted to write something sweet and heartwarming.

※There’s a Chinese version of this story, and based on experience, it should wrap up around Chapter 26​​​​​​​.

※Welcome, readers coming from my Claire series!

Demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters-they haunt the shadows, feeding on mortal fear.Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant living a mundane modern life-until a drunken haze stole him away to a brutal world ruled by dark forces. Here, terrifying supernatural beings prey on the helpless, and mortals are trapped beneath a suffocating veil of dread.But fate deals Lu Sheng a strange hand: a mysterious game mod he once designed in his past life awakens within him, granting the power to instantly master any skill-if he's willing to pay the price.Thrown into a nightmare where survival is a constant battle, Lu Sheng must harness this deadly gift and walk the razor's edge between salvation and damnation. His journey to power begins-along the perilous path of the Devil.-------

Taleria's Notes

Hello everyone!This is a translated novel. I do not own the original content—I simply love reading and wanted to share that passion with others. I've translated and rewritten parts of it to make the reading experience more enjoyable. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did working on it!

(18+ Only) Indulge in a collection of steamy, heartfelt short stories where passion meets vulnerability. Each tale explores the raw intensity of desire, the thrill of new connections, and the tender ache of love that lingers long after the night ends. From strangers with undeniable chemistry to lovers rekindling an old flame, every chapter delivers an intimate journey through the sensual and emotional landscapes of adult relationships. Written with depth, heat, and honesty, these stories are crafted for mature readers ready to lose themselves in the pleasures, complexities, and consequences of love and lust.*

“My Blank Love” is a tender exploration of a love that was never spoken, never named — yet deeply felt. It’s the story of emotions left unwritten, of silences that held more truth than words ever could. This love didn’t need definitions; it lived quietly in glances, in pauses, in pages that remained blank… yet full. A tale of incomplete confessions and eternal connection.

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My Blank Love

Chapter One – The River That Remembered

The wind moved slowly, brushing against the lonely strands of Zoboriya’s hair that had escaped her scarf. The river beside her flowed with a hush — a quiet lullaby that only those carrying silent grief could understand.

She stood still, hands folded in front of her, the smell of wet stone and distant jasmine thick in the air. Behind her, the small Turkish town of Safranbolu breathed in its soft morning calm. But inside her?

A storm she hadn’t named.

A love she hadn’t confessed.

A pain she never expected to carry.

She looked at the water again, wondering if it remembered that moment —

the exact second her world had shifted.

> “If only he hadn’t come that day…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“If only Abu Zarr had never stood in front of me.”

But he had.

And like a sudden gust in the middle of a still afternoon, he had shaken her soul awake.

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It was early spring, the trees still dressing themselves in fresh green, and the cafés along the cobbled path hadn’t yet filled with tourists. That afternoon, three years ago, she had come to this same river, carrying nothing but a journal and a tired heart.

She had wanted silence.

She had wanted to sit and not be seen.

But he had found her anyway.

“Zoboriya.”

His voice had come from behind — firm, familiar, breaking the very air around her.

She had closed her eyes first.

Then turned.

And there he was.

Not as the Abu Zarr she remembered — the boy with laughter tucked in his collar and stars in his voice — but a man now. Quieter. Older. And with eyes that looked like they hadn’t rested in weeks.

He hadn’t smiled.

He hadn’t spoken again.

He had just looked at her —

like she was a story he still didn’t understand how to finish.

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> “Why did you come?” she had asked, her fingers tightening around the pen in her lap.

He had shrugged slightly, his gaze not leaving hers.

> “Because I wasn’t done.”

She had laughed. Not the soft kind, but the one that hides wounds.

> “You were the one who left. You were the one who turned your love into silence.”

He didn’t defend himself. He just stepped closer.

> “Maybe I thought your silence would match mine.”

That day, everything blurred — the river, the air, her breath.

He had come back,

but not to explain.

Not to apologize.

Not to say he still loved her.

He had just come — and in that moment, it was both too much and never enough.

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Now, years later, standing again by the same river, Zoboriya wondered what remained of that afternoon.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

> “You left your noise behind, Abu Zarr.

But you left your silence inside me.”

The wind answered her this time, rustling the pages of her old notebookP — the one that still carried his name in ink that had begun to fade.

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To be continued…

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My Blank Love

Chapter 2 – The Eyes That Read Silence

Inside the largest university library in Turkey,

amid hundreds of people around her,

Zoboriya felt strangely alone.

She sat in a quiet corner,

where a soft yellow light gently spilled onto her book —

and the silence in the air only made her heart’s voice louder.

In her hands was a book titled:

“He was mine, but never really belonged to me.”

Each page peeled away her emotions layer by layer.

In every word, she saw glimpses of Abu Zarr.

Each line pulled her back into an old, fading evening.

Tears were silently falling from her eyes —

as if someone was quietly breaking inside her.

She slowly closed the book…

took a deep breath and looked around —

thankfully, no one was watching.

Quietly, she took out her handkerchief,

wiped her tears…

and whispered to herself:

> “Oh Abu Zarr… why did you do this?”

There was a storm within her,

but her face remained calm —

as if nothing had ever happened.

What she didn’t know was…

From across a table,

from behind a pile of books,

a pair of eyes had been watching her for a long time.

Eyes filled with a strange kind of sorrow —

like something unfinished lived there too.

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The one who owned those eyes remained silent.

But his gaze never left her —

the flutter of her lashes,

the glisten of her tears,

the breath she took in Abu Zarr’s name…

He wasn't Abu Zarr.

But he wasn’t entirely a stranger either.

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His soft whisper never reached Zoboriya —

but a strange hush in the air told her…

someone was there.

Zoboriya slowly turned her head.

From behind the tall stack of books,

the boy hid for a moment.

But it was already too late.

Zoboriya had sensed it —

someone was silently witnessing her broken love.

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Chapter 3 – Where Love Was Still Speaking

Walking out from the cold walls and heavy silence of the library,

Zoboriya steadied her breath in her chest.

She looked up at the sky for a moment —

blue, open, but still something inside her felt heavy.

Her feet began walking on their own…

leading her to that hidden path,

to a place she always called “her refuge.”

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To reach there,

she had to cross a narrow trail of stone,

where the wind grew gentler with every turn.

And at last…

she arrived.

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Trees surrounded her —

lush green branches swaying softly,

and birds chirping above

as if the world was still breathing through an old forgotten song.

A small river flowed nearby —

its water moving so gently,

it felt like even the river was hiding something deep inside.

Zoboriya noticed a couple sitting at a distance —

smiling,

close,

looking into each other’s eyes as if they could see their tomorrow.

A faint, unfinished smile touched her lips…

but never made it to her eyes.

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She quietly sat down on a stone —

one that seemed to have waited for her.

Her scarf fluttered lightly in the breeze,

slipping off her shoulder and touching the earth —

as if her soul had grown weary too.

She rested her hands in her lap,

and let out a long, tired breath.

> “Sometimes it feels like the world is full of color,”

she thought silently,

“but my world is painted in fog…

a dark haze that swallows every bit of light I reach for.”

Her eyes were still damp —

but now, tears didn’t fall.

They had become an old habit… something that lived quietly within.

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What she didn’t know was…

That same boy from the library…

had followed her there.

Standing at a little distance,

he simply watched her.

He had never held love —

he had only seen it… breaking.

And now, for the first time,

he saw someone who carried the same silence as him.

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To be continued…

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Masashi Kishimoto's manga series "Naruto" follows Naruto Uzumaki's journey to become a respected ninja. The manga was adapted into an anime series (2002-2007) and dubbed in English (2005-2009). This book analyzes each episode of the anime series, from Season 1 to Season 5, going beyond a simple summary.

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