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Businesswoman Chapter 261
Socialista didn’t wear a band on her arm or don a special symbol. Instead, she dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots. By gathering all of her materials, markers, posters, staple guns, pens, short essays, and gas masks, she pointed at the door and made a swishing sound with her mouth. When she left, Common Man and Fascinder had been asleep.
By Skyler Saunders4 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monster. Content Warning.
Waking up I turned my head to see that neither Ed nor Matt were here. The door was already closed, it must be passed lights out. Slowly sitting up every muscle in my body protested against the action. All of me hurt. Noticing that both my clothes and bandages were covered in blood. Those two must've cleaned and covered my wounds while I was knocked out.
By Lucy Torralba4 months ago in Chapters
The Café of Second Chances
M Mehran Chapter One: The Rainy Evening Arman never liked rain. It made the city streets smell of damp concrete and regret. But that evening, caught without an umbrella, he ducked into a small café he had never noticed before. Its wooden sign read simply: Second Chances.
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The Witches Redemption
The days blurred into one another as Vivian wandered beyond the edges of the forest, her strange companion never straying far from her side. At first, she had thought of it only as an odd creature that had chosen to follow her, but the longer it stayed, the more it felt like a guardian sent by some forgotten magic. Its paws were silent on the earth, its eyes sharp as if they saw what she could not, and when she grew weary, it pressed close as though lending her its strength.
By Lyrria Honey4 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 259
Though it had been low-tech, crude and outdated, the method of seeing a message written in ink that had to be shown by a light almost irked Loreen. She felt like she could continue to conduct business regardless. As she journeyed through the wind and rain with Raphael extending an umbrella to have her seat in the Goulding, she thought. She wore a tan houndstooth jacket and black and green duck boots.
By Skyler Saunders4 months ago in Chapters
The Dream Collector
Dr. Sarah Umbra adjusted the delicate sensors embedded within the memory foam, her fingers tracing the nearly invisible network of neural receptors that had taken her team three years to perfect. The pillow looked ordinary enough—soft gray fabric, standard size—but beneath its surface lay technology that could capture the electromagnetic echoes of sleeping thoughts.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The gaslight bled a sickly yellow onto the slick cobblestones, each droplet of rain a tiny, glistening shard reflecting the oppressive weight of Victorian London. The air, thick with the primal scent of damp earth and the acrid tang of coal smoke from unseen fires, clung to Sparta like a shroud as he advanced, a low rumble of anticipation vibrating in his chest, towards the beckoning amber glow of Sir Oliver Hawthorne’s sanctum.
By Carolyn Patton4 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The air, thick with the cloying sweetness of honeysuckle and the damp, earthy perfume of upturned soil, hummed with an almost imperceptible vibrato. For Pandora, it was meant to be a balm, a familiar embrace of a sun-drenched afternoon. Her loyal corgi, Sparta, a creature of boundless curiosity and a surprisingly sophisticated flair for the dramatic, was her shadow. The golden shafts of sunlight, usually a gentle caress, now seemed to pierce the verdant canopy with an alarming intensity, illuminating motes of dust dancing in a preternatural stillness. Sparta, usually content to follow her scent-marked path, began to vibrate with a low, guttural whine, his stubby tail a question mark against the vibrant green. Then, it happened. A ripple, almost imperceptible, disturbed the thick fur of his neck, and the worn, impossibly antique watch, a secret heirloom passed down through generations of his lineage, pulsed with a malevolent, internal light.
By Carolyn Patton4 months ago in Chapters
