Shakespeare Jr
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Welcome to My Realm of Love, Romance, and Enchantment!
Greetings, dear reader! I am Shakespeare Jr—a storyteller with a heart full of passion and a pen dipped in dreams.
Yours in ink and imagination,
Shakespeare Jr
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The Room Number
The Room Number – Part 1 I didn’t come to the coast looking for trouble. I came to forget. The hotel was everything the brochure promised — marble lobby, sweeping ocean views, and the kind of staff who smiled without actually looking at you. I’d booked a junior suite for the weekend, just me, my camera, and the sound of the sea.
By Shakespeare Jr5 months ago in Fiction
Love Beneath Ashes
“Love Beneath the Ashes” The first time Ethan saw Lily, she was sitting alone on the stone steps of the old train station, staring at her phone as if waiting for a message that would change her life. She wore a faded denim jacket and clutched a sketchbook on her lap. It wasn’t her beauty that caught his attention—it was the way she looked like she was holding herself together with invisible thread.
By Shakespeare Jr5 months ago in Motivation
The Balcony Across
The Balcony Across – Part 1 I first noticed him the week I moved into my apartment in Trastevere, Rome. It was supposed to be a short escape — three months of wine, cobblestone streets, and quiet evenings to work on my travel photography portfolio. My balcony overlooked a narrow, picturesque street lined with pastel façades, potted geraniums, and wrought-iron railings.
By Shakespeare Jr5 months ago in Fiction
QUEENS OF TEARS
In a big city in South Korea, there lived a woman named Hong Hae-in. She was very rich. Her family owned a huge company called Queens Group. It sold clothes, food, and many things. Hae-in was beautiful, smart, and strong. Everyone called her the "queen" of the company. But deep inside, she was not always happy.
By Shakespeare Jr5 months ago in Fiction
A Midnight Chep
I never believed food could feel like foreplay until I met him. It was the summer I moved back to my grandmother’s small-town bakery, after burning out from my corporate job in the city. The bakery had been in the family for three generations, and I swore I’d only help for a few weeks — until I figured out my next step in life.
By Shakespeare Jr5 months ago in Fiction
Malena
Part 1: The Boy Who Watched In the summer of 1940, Castellammare del Golfo was a furnace of sun and whispers. Renato, thirteen and all elbows, pedaled his creaking bicycle through the town’s narrow streets, the Mediterranean’s salt clinging to his skin. Life was predictable—his mother’s scolding, his father’s newspaper rustling, the endless boasts of his friends about girls they’d never spoken to. But then came Malèna, and the world tilted.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Fiction
Below Deck
Below Deck A Dark Erotic Pirate Tale The scent of salt and rot lingered thick in the air, wafting from the planks above where footsteps echoed like war drums. Ropes creaked with the ship’s lurching, and water sloshed somewhere in the shadows. A single lantern swung from a hook, casting slow-turning golden light across the cell bars. Within that pool of dim light, she sat—Lady Miren of Fairbrook—her silken dress torn and stained, her ankles chained to a rusting ring in the deck.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Filthy
The Cost of a Wandering Heart
In the vibrant South Asian diaspora communities of America, where the aroma of cumin and cardamom wafts from family kitchens and weddings are grand celebrations of tradition, love is both a promise and a test. Here, family is the backbone of identity, honor is fiercely guarded, and marriage is a sacred bond woven with expectations of loyalty and sacrifice. Yet, beneath the surface of these tight-knit enclaves, where aunties gossip over chai and elders pass down stories of resilience, individual desires clash with collective duty. As an American writer, I’ve always been captivated by how these communities balance tradition with the pull of modern dreams. This is the story of Zain, Ayesha, and a love that burned too brightly to last—a tale that broke my heart as I wrote it.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Fiction
Private Tutor, Private Rules
Chapter 1: The Ad Amber was drowning in debt. College loans piled up, her rent spiked, and her coffee shop job barely paid for groceries. She was 22, tired, and desperate. Then she saw the flyer taped to a campus bulletin board: *Private Tutor Needed. High Pay. Elite Client. Calculus Expertise Required.* The address was in the city’s richest neighborhood. Amber ripped off the contact tab, her heart racing.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Filthy
Parasite” – The Movie That Spoke the Truth We Were All Too Afraid to Say Out Loud
It begins in the shadows. In a half-submerged basement, damp with the scent of mold and ramen steam, a boy holds his phone up to the ceiling trying to steal Wi-Fi. The light flickers like hope does in the hearts of people like him—people who survive not because the world allows them to, but because they find a way to smile when the world turns its back. His name is Ki-woo, and his family, the Kims, are neither lazy nor criminals—they are clever, like all the poor are forced to be. They fold pizza boxes for pennies, chase drunk men for jobs, and laugh in the dark to keep from crying.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Journal
The Neighbor’s Note
Chapter One: Rain and Silence Rain poured down like it had something to prove. Ava Winters curled on her couch in Apartment 3B, listening to the storm batter the windows. The power had been out for hours. Her tea was cold, her book unread. Flickering candles cast long shadows over her tiny living room. Outside, the wind howled through the city like a creature searching for something.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Fiction
