Romance
"Whispers of the Desert Moon
Under the vast expanse of a starry desert sky, Amaan wandered alone, lost in a sea of shimmering sand dunes. The full moon hung low, casting a silvery glow that danced across the sands, making the desert seem almost alive. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat of the day, and Amaan, exhausted from his search for the missing artifact, stumbled across the endless dunes, his mind heavy with fatigue.
By Amaan khanabout a year ago in Chapters
Echoes of a Broken Heart
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Meeting Ji-hyun was a rising interior designer. At 27, she had already established her own design studio in Gangnam, one of Seoul’s most prestigious districts. She was an independent and passionate woman, yet there was always something missing in her heart. One day, while driving home after meeting a client, she got into a minor accident on the road. Her car collided with a motorcycle ridden by Seung-ho, a handsome man with a mysterious aura.
By kevin stevenabout a year ago in Chapters
Sick For Them Pt7. Content Warning.
Dhalia POV I leave with Jax to grab some things that I need. As we shop, I can't help but feel uneasy. Maybe we're not in my city, but that doesn't mean someone won't see me. I also hate that a reporter is trying to follow us.
By Author Billiejo Priestleyabout a year ago in Chapters
Sick For Them Pt6. Content Warning.
Chase Walking through, I see Jax has left with Dhalia. It's a good thing. She knows; she walked out of that room and saw me with Blake. Pouring a coffee, I sit at the table and go through emails. The sound of Blake walking through the room raises my head.
By Author Billiejo Priestleyabout a year ago in Chapters
Sick For Them Pt4. Content Warning.
Blake POV I leave that room and walk through the house to the den; stepping in, I close the door and throw myself down on the sofa. That fucking hurt more than I want to admit. The sound of the door has me turning and looking.
By Author Billiejo Priestleyabout a year ago in Chapters
Sick For Them Pt3. Content Warning.
Chase POV We walk away from her to talk. This entire situation is fucked up. So much for it being quick, easy and straightforward. She’s a fucking crazed one, mocking us and begging in a way that is saying don’t save me. She’s drunk. She wasn’t meant to be drunk.
By Author Billiejo Priestleyabout a year ago in Chapters
Sick For Them Pt 1. Content Warning.
Dhalia POV I have a smile on my face with the final touch added. I’m ready, regardless of what tonight brings. I'll make the most of the entire situation. Then, I will get drunk and hope I’m too hungover to care about tomorrow.
By Author Billiejo Priestleyabout a year ago in Chapters
New Girl: Chapter Twenty-Four
Lucita bit on the end of her pen in English class as she waited for Lucas to arrive. She had two days left until Blake threatened to tell Lucas what she’d done. There had been no reason other than false hope for her actions. It had been stupid, just like everything else she did.
By Cyn's Workshopabout a year ago in Chapters
My learnings as a market researcher
Learning is the only way to move forward, the err to your growth is the belief that you know everything. The beauty of existence lies in challenging your limits, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and performing the tasks that scare you and motivate you to become a better version of yourself. Life has its unique ways of compelling you to embrace the unknown and forging you to uplevel your game.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
The War of the Americas - Chapter VI
Dom opened his eyes and for a moment he thought he was in his own bed. He rolled over expecting to see his wife Sylvia lying next to him. Instead he saw a man in dress uniform looking down at him. Suddenly his memories rushed back and he recalled the dizzying events of the the past day. The US bombing of Mexico, the arrest order for all US citizens living in Mexico, Sylvia's calling her new employers for help, the arrival of the SEAL team, the death of his two beloved dogs, his wife's decision to stay behind, and his own decision to lie to the SEALs and say she had been killed. He winced as he recalled the gruesome death of the young Mexican soldier only inches from his own face. His mind replayed the moment when his head broke into pieces from the impact of a SEAL sniper round. He put his hand to his own face expecting the blood and bone chips to still be there, but they had all been wiped away and he was clean, though he desperately needed a shave. It had been a long while since he had any time to even think about grooming. His long, wavy black hair must look like a bees nest he thought before chastising himself for worrying about his appearance at a time like this. The last thing he remembered was the sands of the beach exploding all around as he and the SEAL team boarded the small RIB and raced north as quickly as they were able. He managed to prop himself up onto one elbow just as the man standing next to his bed spoke "Dr. Platt, How are you feeling? My name is Lieutenant Tim Stephens, medical officer aboard the USS Jack H. Lucas, but everyone calls her the Luke or Cool Hand Luke for short. On behalf of the Navy I would like to officially welcome you aboard and express my sincerest sympathies at the death of your wife. We are now officially at war with Mexico and sadly she will not be the last American to die I'm afraid." He paused there. Dom had heard the genuine sadness in the young Lieutenants voice, and it was reflected in his dark brown eyes. He was grateful for the expression of sympathy, even if it was misplaced. His wife was not dead. His dogs however, were, and his emotional reaction to that terrible news once again played to his advantage as tears came to his eyes almost immediately as he thought of them. Lieutenant Stephens of course thought they were for his wife and continued to stand silently over him waiting patiently for Dom to get his emotions under control some until saying anything more. Before he could speak again there was a banging at the door of the small medical room where Dom had been brought to rest and recover. It swung open and two men in suits and wearing dark sunglasses strode into the room. One of them spoke "Lieutenant Stephens you are dismissed, we need to speak with Dr. Platt, now." It was strange to see two men who appeared to be civilians summarily dismiss a Navy officer and Dom fully expected some protest from the Lieutenant, but instead he simply nodded his head and quickly moved out of the room, shutting the door behind him as he went.
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Chapters
