Tushar Mangl

In the moody town of Hollow Pines, a teenage poet navigates the void left by her emotionally absent father, a successful but distant whiskey tycoon. A romance with a mysterious librarian adds passion and complexity to her life. Through heartbreak, confrontation, and tragic loss, she discovers the fragile yet enduring ties of love, family, and self-worth. Aarya’s Story of a father’s silence, a lover’s passion, and a town full of ghosts. Introduction Let us be honest—nobody likes a cliché, but here I am living one. My name is Aarya Darrow, and my life feels like a rainy indie film where the protagonist spends too much time staring wistfully out of windows. Except I don’t get the perfect resolution or artsy soundtrack. I live in Hollow Pines, a town so permanently overcast even the weather seems emotionally unavailable. Much like my father, Neil Darrow. He is the proud owner of Ghostwood Reserve , the kind of whiskey people write love letters to. And me? I am the daughter he forgot while ...

In a desperate town called Bleakmoor, a father struggles against a world indifferent to the starvation of his children. Through humor, romance, and tragedy, this tale explores the unshakable courage of those who have already stared into the abyss. A haunting reflection on human resilience, love, and sacrifice, it will stay with you long after the final page. What is fear to a man already broken? The dawn arrived reluctantly in Bleakmoor, shrouded in a fog so thick it seemed as if the heavens were holding their breath—a fitting prelude to the sorrow that clung to the town like a second skin. The cold bit at my fingers, even through the threadbare gloves I wore. The skeletal trees surrounding the village reached for the sky like bony hands begging for mercy. Bleakmoor—what a name for a town that embodied despair. Its crumbling cottages sagged under the weight of poverty, and its streets, nothing more than mud tracks, whispered of lives ground down to dust. I, Edwin Holloway, trudged alon...

In Morrowvale, a small, magical village, artist Fiona grapples with her inner demons: a child seeking safety, a teenager demanding justice, and a weary self yearning for peace. When love enters her life in the form of Elliot, a poet with his own scars, their romance stirs hope and heartache. Tragedy strikes, testing the limits of healing and self-discovery.  Against a backdrop of romance, vulnerability, and tragic loss, Fiona learns the messy truth about healing and hope. Chapter 1: Where does healing begin? The lake was silent except for the faint lap of water against the rocks. The mist wrapped around me like a too-tight scarf, clinging to my skin and making the world feel smaller than it was. My boots sank into the mud with each step, a reminder that some grounds are harder to escape than others. Mist rolled in from the lake, giving the village its signature “haunted-but-wholesome” vibe. I don’t know how many people begin their journey to healing on the edge of a lake, but that’...

In the misty town of Maplehaven, Claire battles anxiety that clings like an unseen storm. Enter Rowan, a charming artist who becomes her lighthouse in chaos. As love blooms amidst cliffs and rain, their connection faces heartbreak. This tale explores love, mental health, and self-discovery with humour, intimacy, and raw emotion. Will love conquer the storm within?  Why does anxiety always whisper when you wish it would just shut up? I will admit it—anxiety is my constant companion. Like an uninvited guest at a party, it shows up, ruins the vibe, and never leaves. If anxiety were a person, it would be the one who tells you your outfit’s fine—but maybe don’t wear it in public. So begins this story, not with a bang, but with a whisper—mine. Maplehaven, my small coastal town, is picturesque if you don’t mind the fog and occasional existential dread. It is nestled between jagged cliffs and a sea that can’t decide whether it’s serene or suicidal. Every morning, the town smells of salt, r...

In the town of Solantria, love blossoms between a weary writer and a mysterious stranger. As their passion ignites, secrets emerge, threatening to shatter their fragile bond. A heart-wrenching exploration of betrayal, trust, and redemption unfolds, leaving readers questioning the limits of love and the depths of heartbreak. What was Solantria like on that fateful morning? Solantria, the town that clung to its secrets as fiercely as it embraced its traditions, was alive with autumn’s glory. The air smelled of damp earth and lilacs, mingling with the faint aroma of cinnamon and clove from the bustling Elderwood Café . The cobblestones glistened from last night’s rain, and the distant Miravale River whispered as it meandered lazily through the emerald hills. Also read: When death finds you: A story of love, freedom, and loss “Good morning, Rosamund,” old Mr. Thatch called from his herb cart, tipping his flat cap. I nodded and smiled. Routine pleasantries were the currency of Solantria, b...

In the African town of Umberia, Amahle, a sculptor shackled by expectations, and Tariq, a wandering poet with a troubled past, find love and freedom under an ancient baobab tree. Amid the stormy backdrop of personal struggles and societal pressures, they embrace life’s fleeting joys before tragedy claims them. This is a tale of passion, defiance, and the courage to live authentically. Who holds the pen to your life? The town of Umberia wasn’t on any map. That is what made it perfect—an unassuming little blot of paradise tucked between the golden savannah and mist-cloaked hills. Thorny acacia trees dotted the landscape, their arms reaching out as if to scrape the heavens. Amidst it all stood an ancient baobab tree, its roots gnarled and stories whispered in the winds that played through its hollowed trunk. I first came to know Umberia through Amahle’s eyes. Amahle, whose very name meant “beautiful one” in Zulu, was a woman who wore her rebellion like a second skin. Her hair, a riot of d...

In the eccentric town of Willowbrook, Sophie and Callum make a pact to revolutionise their lives with self-care: waking up early, exercising, drinking good coffee, and, embracing cold oats. As their love story unfolds, they discover that the journey to self-care isn’t just about routines—it is about self-discovery, forgiveness, and learning to carry one another without losing themselves. What happens when life demands a reset? Willowbrook had a reputation for being as quirky as its residents. The cobbled streets twisted unpredictably, lined with second-hand bookstores and cafés that sold drinks with names like The Pensive Cappuccino. On the outskirts of the town, rolling green meadows gave way to dense forests that smelled of pine and freedom. I moved there to escape. A bad breakup and a soul-sucking corporate job had left me burnt out. So, when I saw an online ad for a cozy studio apartment in Willowbrook, I said yes before I could change my mind. It was there, in the town square on a...