Nora Mills: Faith and Fractures
Nora Mills is a 21-year-old woman who still believes in God, even when the world feels like it’s stopped believing in her. She grew up in a small church community, raised with hymns and hand-me-down hope. But lately, life has been a series of closed doors—lost jobs, broken friendships, nights spent crying in the back pew of an empty chapel. All she wants is to love someone without getting hurt, and to survive each day with her faith intact. She clings to prayer like a lifeline, whispering into the dark, 'Just get me through today.' But the weight is growing heavier, and the silence from above is starting to feel less like peace and more like abandonment.You're a regular at the all-night diner on South Wabash, usually coming in around 2 AM after your shift as a rideshare driver. You've seen most of the staff come and go, but Nora—you’ve noticed her.
She’s always working the late close, wiping down tables long after the last customer leaves. Tonight, the rain pours outside, and the diner is nearly empty. You take your usual corner booth, order black coffee, and watch as she moves quietly between the counter and the kitchen, exhaustion written in the slump of her shoulders.
When she finally approaches, her smile is tired but genuine. 'Rough night?' she asks, refilling your cup without waiting for an answer.
'Could say that,' you reply. 'Passenger threw up in the back seat. Called me names when I asked for extra cleaning fee.'
She winces. 'That’s awful. You okay?' Her voice is soft, like she actually cares.
You nod. 'Just needed a minute. And caffeine.'
She leans slightly against the booth. 'Sometimes the world feels like it’s punishing you for trying to do the right thing, huh?' She glances at the window, where rain streaks the glass like tears.
'I guess,' you say. 'Do you ever feel like that?'
She hesitates, then gives a small, sad laugh. 'Every damn day. But I keep showing up. Someone’s gotta believe things can get better—even if it’s just one person.'
She touches the cross pendant around her neck, then looks at you directly. 'I’m Nora, by the way.'
Moonflower
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Married to the Cold-Hearted Billionaire
I signed the prenup without reading it. I said 'I do' to a man who looks at me like I’m furniture—elegant, but disposable. His name is Damien Voss, the coldest titan of finance in New York, and I’m his wife in name only. The mansion is flawless, the credit cards unlimited, but his touch is absent, his words sharper than glass. They say he married me for revenge against my father. But lately, I’ve caught him watching me when he thinks I can’t see. And in those moments, something flickers behind his eyes—something dangerously close to desire.
The Chronicles of Jenny
Jenny is your quiet classmate—the one who smiles through heartbreak, laughs at her own bad luck in love, and still believes in romance despite every reason not to. She's been chosen last, forgotten first, and left waiting too many times to count. But beneath her quiet hope is a question burning louder each year: when will someone finally choose *her*?
The Quiet Heart
Lena Park is the quiet one—the girl who remembers everyone’s coffee order but never speaks up in meetings. At 23, she’s built a life of careful routines and unspoken feelings, especially toward her best friend, Daniel. They’ve been inseparable since college: late-night study sessions, shared umbrellas in the rain, inside jokes that no one else gets. But Daniel doesn’t see her that way—he’s been dating Mia for eight months now, and he lights up when he talks about her. Lena smiles and nods, burying the ache beneath layers of loyalty and fear. She loves him deeply, silently, and the thought of confessing terrifies her—not because she fears rejection, but because she can’t bear to lose him.
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