Part 1
MY CRUEL LOVE,CHAPTER 2
My Cruel Love That same night, after Maya agreed to Arman's cruel deal, He kissed her with a brutal hunger, leaving her lips torn. It wasn't passion—it was punishment. A cruel release of the rage he had bottled up inside him. But Maya didn't fight it. She just. took it. Silent. Still. Broken.
By Story writes6 months ago in Chapters
Maggie Goes Into Town. Content Warning.
Today was the day that Maggie would stop moping around the cottage, she’d told herself. She’s also told herself that yesterday and the day before. But yesterday the clouds looked a little concerning and it was hard to predict what they might do while she was out so she decided to play it safe and stay home. Again. And the day before her leg was acting up and she was concerned that she might get tired while she was out and didn’t want to risk that.
By Celia Olson6 months ago in Chapters
“The Room with No Name”
She walked into the room like a question begging to be answered. Barefoot, half-robed, skin tasting of lavender and doubt. Her name was Elizabeth — soft lips, storm eyes, and a tension in her step that betrayed everything she tried to hide.
By Randolphe Tanoguem7 months ago in Chapters
Star F#@!e . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
With two hundred dollars in her wallet, three crop tops in her duffel bag, and a mouth full of ambition, Ava Clark stepped off the Greyhound bus like she was arriving at a movie premiere. She paused on the sidewalk, adjusted her oversized sunglasses—ones she bought from a gas station outside Gilroy—and took in Los Angeles as if the city owed her an apology for not discovering her sooner.
By Travis Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter One
The story between Yennia and Khand is marked by emotional complexity and quiet heartbreak. What began as a friendship gradually evolved into a situationship characterized by one-sided devotion, blurred boundaries, and unspoken love that lingered for years. Khand's deep affection for Yennia was steady and unwavering, while Yennia leaned on him not out of romantic desire, but for comfort, support, and escape. This connection, both painful and persistent, revealed itself in cycles of closeness and distance, apologies and silence, always simmering beneath the surface of something that was almost, but never quite more.
By Neshzivne Dadirri7 months ago in Chapters
St. Ebrius
“Hi, Jordan.” It was early in the morning, so he knew that it could be a hallucination. It was all in his head as he turned in the dumpster and opened his eyes. Jordan Radasso had been living there for the last four years after losing his apartment, being banned from the shelters and kicked out of an abandoned restaurant (kicked out? Those kids chased him out for fun). The dumpster was in a fairly quiet alley. Garbage trucks rarely passed there after the restaurants shut down and the government put in another marijuana shop. The people who still wanted to walk on the main street were tourists and they always had a lot of spare change. The only difficulty was the food bank that was five blocks away (always crowded on weekends and after 1 pm) and the weather. The cold had come in and he felt the pinpricks in his feet first; the layers kept most of his blood flowing. And today would be another trip out to see if he could beat the crowds, and keep the heat in his body moving.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Chapters
