Romance
The Siren's Curse- Chapter One
When I walk through the door of my home, I don't bother to yell to my wife that I'm home. She won't say anything back. Oh, how I miss the early days in our marriage. When I'd come home and Lucy would greet me at the door, eyes shining as she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me.
By K. R. Young6 months ago in Chapters
A Night To Last A Lifetime
The rain had stopped just minutes before Mira stepped out of the cab. She stood at the edge of the old iron gate, staring up at the sprawling manor in the hills outside Florence. Soft golden light spilled from the windows like silk. Music—a haunting violin—drifted into the cool night air, threading through her like memory. She clutched the invitation in her hand as if it might disappear.
By Khubaib saeed 6 months ago in Chapters
Whisper in the crowd
Lena sat on the worn wooden bench at the edge of the park, the early evening breeze ruffling her hair. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in shades of amber and lavender. Around her, the city hummed softly — distant cars, laughter from a nearby playground, the faint clinking of glasses from a street café. But inside her mind, there was a storm.
By Khubaib saeed 6 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 4 Pt2: Pizza Girl
Chapter 4 continued: Part 2… After a quick and necessarily cold shower in the gym, I hop on the tube and travel underground through the stuffy tunnels of London. I stand on a slightly less crowded train, having missed the Friday rush hour, and try to shake the images that crowd my head. Not the girls, but the guys. What is it with older guys in the gym locker room? It’s like the only time they get to be naked. One guy dropped his towel and bent over less than a foot from my face while I knelt down to tie my shoes. I’ve never been mooned and black-holed at the same time before. The other stood with his foot on the bench and let it all hang out like a rejected marble statue, smooth like one too. It must have been as cold as marble, too, based on the size of it. Not that he cared. Oh, to have that much confidence. I can’t begin to imagine all the rejections I wouldn’t remember. My life could have been so different had I had just thirty per cent more confidence. I’m thirty, and my longest relationship was only a month long. To be honest, I don’t know whether that’s long enough to count in months or if ‘dates’ would be the correct measurement. Technically, we only went on six dates. Six. I roll my head back and let out a groan. I freeze when I remember where I’m standing. I can’t believe I’m thirty and I’ve never had a relationship.
By Simon George6 months ago in Chapters
Mambang ~ Animistic Spirit
In Malay animistic traditions, before the rise of religions, the world was teeming with spirits known as Mambang. These were not demons, nor were they mere ghosts. They were elemental, celestial, and deeply revered—guardians of places, thresholds, and emotions.
By Black Vanilla6 months ago in Chapters
The Stranger on Platform Nine
By Tariq Shah --- It was raining the evening I missed my train. Platform Nine was nearly empty, except for one man sitting alone on the far bench, staring down at a closed notebook in his lap. I was cold, wet, and irritated. No umbrella. No signal. No ride home.
By Tariq Shah 6 months ago in Chapters
Understanding "Death Is the Only Ending for the Villainess"
Introduction: What This Article Is About If you are reading “Death Is the Only Ending for the Villainess,” then you know how exciting and emotional this story can be. Chapter 152 is a very important part of the story. Many readers have questions about what happens in this chapter, why it matters, and how it affects the characters—especially Penelope, the main character.
By Ilsa Sophia7 months ago in Chapters
Sexocalypse
A week later, and I’m still in trouble. So far, there have been no more splurge-related incidents, but despite all the cold showers I’ve been taking, I’m still running hot most days. My workplace intermission daydreams are leaning more toward sex on the table than picnic on a cliff these days, so I’ve been taking walks in the park at lunchtime to cool off. The fresh air seems to be helping with my focus and concentration. I am currently on my way back from lunch in the park, which, given the current heatwave we’re experiencing, hasn’t really helped.
By Simon George7 months ago in Chapters
