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The Wolf Witch - 4. Becky Simpson
Becky couldn't stop thinking about Oliver. Finding her at the club was one thing, but rescuing her had embarrassed her, so she'd snuck out and taken a cab home. Now, in bed, her eyes closed, Oliver's face shot into view - good-looking, mysterious, and charming. His wavy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes had dominated her thoughts all night. She felt helpless and giddy like she might be sick.
By Denise Larkin11 months ago in Fiction
The Six Hundred. Content Warning.
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Everyone knows these words, and they are pertinent to every battle in every war. The men and women on the field are cannon fodder, and those that direct them, the politicians, the generals, and the bankers reap the rewards, kudos and benefits.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 11 months ago in Fiction
Fulfillment
A lot was on the mind of Rebecca Chambers as she sat in front of her laptop inside her secluded cabin. She had been at her place of privacy in the last six weeks that passed since her husband of 16 years, Daniel Oswald, was taken from her, and regarding Rebecca, she had been taking the time to herself following her loss. On that night, Rebecca was doing what she has done every day since then: write in her journal.
By Clyde E. Dawkins11 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow of Elias Thorn
The small town of Black Hollow had always been a quiet place, nestled between dense forests and misty mountains. Its inhabitants were simple folk, content with their routines and unchanging lives. But everything changed on the night Elias Thorn arrived.
By Mosap Homa11 months ago in Fiction
Eternal Journey
The rain drummed gently against the windowpane as Alex sat at the old oak desk, a half-written letter before him. The dim glow of the study lamp cast soft shadows on the pages, its flickering light reflecting the uncertainty in his heart.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy11 months ago in Fiction
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 3: Professional Skepticism Captain Diane Walker's office was immaculate—every file aligned at perfect right angles, pens arranged by color, and not a speck of dust on the mahogany desk. The captain herself was equally precise: silver-streaked hair pulled into a tight bun, not a wrinkle on her blazer despite the late hour.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Heat of the Night. Content Warning.
The city hummed outside her cracked window, a late-night pulse of horns and neon flicker seeping through the thin curtains. Priya sprawled on her bed, the cotton sheet sticking to her thighs, sweat beading down her spine in the humid March air. The fan spun lazy circles overhead, doing little but stirring the heat that clung to her skin like a lover’s breath. She wore just a faded tank top and panties—black, lace-edged, the last clean pair—her body restless, aching for something she couldn’t name.
By Erotic Stories11 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Echoes
The Shadow Whisperer The small town of Ravenswood had always been a quiet place, where life moved at the pace of a gentle breeze. But beneath its peaceful surface, there was a mystery lurking in the shadows—one that no one dared to speak of aloud.
By Killing Mission 11 months ago in Fiction
