If I would known small talk with Enzo Martinelli would eventually get me widowed, viewed as a runaway killer and kidnapped by him all in one night, I would have pretended I didn't see him drinking alone at my best friend's wedding reception. but no. here I am, in bologna trapped in a home of a man I've only spoken to once on a cold spring night in Chicago. Categories- Slow burn, Mafia, Dark romance.

A knock. Three slow taps. She opens the door and temptation floods in—his breath at her lips, his command in her ear: “You’re mine tonight.” Desire leaves no escape.

Every desire has a beginning... every fantasy starts with a whisper. This is where restraint unravels and temptation takes control. Step inside if you dare, because the first taste will leave you hungry for more.

This is about a random story I made, which is going to be continued which is why I made this series. I figured it'd be fun to do this anyways. How you like it.

I've been living with my bestie Kandi for about two weeks. And they have been pretty good, for the most part. When you're friends for as long as we have been, you know everything about each other, and I mean everything. Their favorite color, favorite food, and even your deepest darkest secrets. The only secret she still doesn't know about me is how much I want to fuck her.

I don’t quite remember the first time I felt it That familiar stirring in my chest A sinking feeling in my stomach that warned me I would no longer be getting any rest

She brushed her fingers against the half-finished lantern 🏮, and the paper flared gold ✨. An image shimmered across its surface: her, standing at the ocean’s edge 🌊, reaching for someone unseen. Her breath caught. “What… what did it just show me?” The lantern maker’s eyes softened, as though they had always known her secret. “The truth of what your heart is longing for ❤️.”

Talking about her pretty brown eyes and how they glow in the sun and how cute she looks when she looks back at me.

Everyone thinks that love is a choice or a feeling, but for me instead, it's more than a reason to believe there's a life form, which we don't see wheezing, When eyes first meet, you've planted a seed, watered it with every awkward moment, without a face body or reason, love has sprouted from dirt in your easement, It bends in the wind, it turns in the night, it grows in the silence, without wrong and right, Not bound by skin, nor words we repeat, but alive in the places where two shadows meet, Born not from the ground, blooming so seamless, silence profound, a force understood, with misunderstood language, another lifeform we strive for meeting, All things living carry their end, love no exception, it burns withers and bends, leaving not ashes, but echoes of memories, reminders of a life too vast for our hands.

What started as a simple white sun shirt turned into a summer of playful adventures, unexpected attention, and a whole lot of fun for one confident 58-year-old woman and her husband. From beaches to boardwalks, tourist towns to casinos, every outing became a chance to stir a little curiosity and spark new thrills. Equal parts cheeky and true, this story proves that getting older doesn’t mean slowing down—it means finding fresh ways to enjoy life, love, and laughter.

Love Hurt and it sucks but now the rebuild will come and will be great at the end and be better than ever

Another journal update that is just me, sitting here in my feelings, trying to figure everything out.

Long-distance love is a unique challenge that tests trust, communication, and commitment. It’s tough but can work with effort and determination.

Get out your box of tissues for this one! This mystical tale of a trip down life's road will make you laugh, cry, and swoon. As in life, there are no guarantees, and at every point along the way, nothing is as it seems. Enjoy!

Love is not just a feeling, it’s a rhythm. A quiet choice made daily. In trust. In patience. In presence. Good relationships are not found by chance they are built with care. Each word, each silence, each act of kindness becomes a line in the heart. That’s what Heart-lines is about: reflections that remind us love is both tender and strong, and connection is what makes us truly human.

These elites are the type that lurk behind shadows, spirits of the undead they had long buried with their bare hands... and money. Although, a young elite stood out. Forced into this life of crime by heritage had hardened him, his exterior and interior made of impenetrable walls. Not until he met her.

How could a new chair ever be the saddest thing you'd see in a day? How could a stranger's life be affected by lawn furniture being updated? Here we explore, The New Chair - inspired by true events.

This is a romance story set in feudal Japan this is my first story so I hope you all enjoy ( I'll be releasing new chapters on a weekly or biweekly basis)

As they descended into darkness, Hades found himself wondering how, in just twenty minutes, his quiet, orderly existence had become so thoroughly complicated. There was something almost admirable about how completely she'd steamrolled through every single one of his objections without even realizing she was doing it. She's like a natural disaster, he mused, listening to her excited observations about stalactite formations. But the kind that leaves wildflowers growing in the wreckage. Behind them, the meadow began to wither as Demeter discovered her daughter was gone, but that was a problem for tomorrow. Today, apparently, he was getting married. How did this even happen? he thought as Persephone's delighted laughter echoed through the tunnels.

Shes at home relaxing..... The sound of the rain pounds on the windows and lets off time to time. She sits there in wonder, subconsciously thanking her grandparents for leaving this lovely hill top woodland estate to her. But, someone is watching her.....