Fiction

Businesswoman Chapter 142
When the cameras had been adjusted, Loreen sat up straight. Her microphone had been affixed with care. She looked at the host of the talk show.
By Skyler Saunders8 months ago in Chapters
The Accidental Love
Chapter 3: The One With Jealousy As Advika woke up today, a sudden rush of excitement surged through her veins, she woke up half an hour early, got ready, had her breakfast which she usually skipped and reached the bus stop 5 minutes early. Her parents thought something was off, she always used to snooze her alarm, skip her breakfast but today she seemed different – she was happy! Jay’s words echoed in her mind like a favorite song stuck on repeat, she tried to divert her mind but the way he said her name came flooding back, she couldn’t help but smile. The bus arrived but Advika was lost in her own world until a voice snapped her out of her daydream.
By Akshita8 months ago in Chapters
Prelude II | Starbuilders
Side-by-side, Nothaar and Baubu began walking back towards the village. En route, they idly chatted about the various locales that Nothaar had visited and the groups that were inhabiting them. Their conversation never settled on any topic in particular and instead bounced around, driven solely by the whims of the participants. As their voyage took them upon a well-worn path, Nothaar remarked on how he could practically feel the history of the trail itself. "It's quite clear that your people have been coming this way for generations," he noted.
By J.P. Prag8 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 141
The way the bicycle could maneuver through the traffic looked inspiring. With deftness, the rider kept weaving in and out of the cars. By using proper hand signals, there seemed to be a certain flow and even a bit of verse in the way the wheels carried the rider. Who could it be other than Entrepreneur Paul arriving thirty minutes before a meeting.
By Skyler Saunders8 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 5
Blackhollow stood like a wound upon the world. Dark towers climbed the sky, skeletal trees curling toward them like supplicants. The manor, built upon the jagged cliffs of the Riven Vale, groaned beneath centuries of storm and silence. Time had peeled away its grandeur; ivy choked its stones, and the great windows stared blankly, their glass long since shattered. But beneath it—deep within the cliffside—lay the vault. The first Spiral. The birthplace of the curse.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho: In-depth Review
You know that feeling when you're standing at a crossroads in life, wondering if you should play it safe or chase that wild dream that keeps you awake at 3 AM? I've been there more times than I care to admit. And it was during one of those restless periods that a worn paperback found its way into my hands – a simple story about a shepherd boy that would fundamentally change how I view dreams, destiny, and the mysterious forces that guide our lives.
By Soibifaa8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 6
The caravel's deck rolled beneath Lucian's knees as the Mediterranean sun burned his neck raw. Before him stood a figure in flowing scholar's robes—the same face from the burning library, but older now, his beard threaded with silver and eyes gleaming with unnatural vitality.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 5
The world dissolved into liquid mercury. Lucian's body fragmented—not painfully, but with the eerie detachment of watching ink disperse in water. The twin chronometers melted into his wrists, their gears sprouting delicate filaments that wove through his veins like roots seeking purchase. He tasted electricity. Smelled burning hair.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 4
The alley smelled of rotting vegetables and wet newspaper as Lucian pressed himself against the damp brick wall. His pulse hammered against the cracked chronometer in his palm—its faint blue glow the only light in the suffocating darkness.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 3
The winding streets of Montmartre smelled of fresh bread and turpentine, of rain-slicked stone and the faint metallic tang of the funicular cables overhead. Lucian's polished oxfords clicked against the cobblestones as he climbed, each step sending a jolt through his still-tender ribs from the crash landing of his last temporal jump. The chronometer beneath his sleeve burned now, its pulse irregular and feverish against his skin.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters
Twenty-Six (Part 2). Content Warning.
**Content warning: This part of the story contains a brief mentioning of child loss/miscarriage** A lot happened during the man’s thirties.
By Sariah8 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST MEETING The rain fell in relentless silver sheets over Victorian London, transforming the cobblestone streets into glistening black rivers that reflected the flickering gas lamps above. The air hung thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool, of horse manure and the faint metallic tang of industry that clung to every brick and wrought-iron railing.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Chapters