A spicy welcome from me and a taste of what you’ll find here: heat, tension, filthy lines, and characters who never behave. If you’re ready for the kind of romance that ignites fast and burns hot, step inside.

“Yes, sweetheart~? You have a request, dear~?” She leaned in and gave Deimos a passionate kiss. “I’m here for your wishes~!”

If you are to meet me, know that peace is my only wish But you’ll only know me by purple flame and turquoise mist.

“Alright then, Razinal Volclops. Your execution begins now.” “Okay, bye. Don’t remember me, it’s not worth it!” The alien smiled to himself as he was loaded into the spaceship via the magnetic conveyor belt that held his chair in place. “Can’t wait. Finally get to leave this bitch.” As the door was closing behind him, Razinal took a deep breath and screamed out, “Let’s fucking blow this popsicle stand, bitches!”

Shell of Abysmal Silence gets overlooked while a log is being used as a biennial cultivated herb. NS

Prologue — The Day I Finally Woke Up I used to live my life like a well-kept ledger—every line balanced, every emotion tucked into neat little margins. Discipline was my religion. Routine, my sanctuary. I walked through my days as if sleepwalking in a dream where everything made sense, where what I wanted and what I had were close enough to let me breathe. Then one morning, I woke up. Really woke up. And the world had rearranged itself while I wasn’t looking. The city didn’t hum the way it used to. It shivered. Billboards shone with faces I didn’t recognize. Headlines screamed names that made my stomach twist. And at the center of it all—like a rot blooming from the inside of a perfect fruit—was her. Svlad. My nemesis. My shadow. My undoing. She had always been ruthless, but now she was something worse—untouchable. This is how it all began...

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News of the deus ex machina. First edition of "my daily thoughts". Here's hoping this doesn't just turn into a live journal that nobody can relate to.

Mia finds a mysterious notebook with a message that inspires her to slow down and listen to her own heart. This leads her to reconnect with Noah, someone she once cared deeply for, and together they begin rediscovering their long-paused connection.

I’m Ella. And this is a story about four different young teen girls that went missing, same age…same town..

When a mysterious stranger confronts you about something impossible, you are plunged into a chaotic event.

In a dreamlike realm where the familiar blurs with the fantastical, Allison finds herself drawn to a carnival shimmering with surreal memories and vibrant imagery, a place heavily steeped in her own childhood artistry. As she attempts to cross into this enchanting landscape, she’s halted by Sol, who reveals that she's not yet ready to embrace this world. Waking up in her ordinary room, she discovers a mysterious card featuring a raccoon and glowing fireflies, hinting at her newfound role as the Sparkkeeper, tasked with igniting creativity in the world. But as she grips her transformed pen—a mystical artifact topped with a skeleton key—she realizes that her journey is just beginning, and an unexpected message pulls her deeper into the unknown. Dive into Allison's captivating adventure as she navigates the boundaries between dreams and reality!

It was soft, deliberate, and wrong. Not the hurried rap of a neighbor in need, nor the careless pounding of a drunk. It was measured. Patient. A knock that knew she was awake.

Episode One: The Birth of the Damned Cormac Blackfeather inherits the Carnival from his mother, the infamous Mother Carnage, whose final ritual promised eternal life and fortune for the midway. Before the horrified guests, lightning strikes her form—she vanishes into smoke, leaving only silence. The performers scatter, abandoning the cursed circus. Desperate to rebuild, Blackfeather wanders into desolation, chasing whispers of new talent. There he finds the Twins of Carnage—Grin and Grimace, clowns whose laughter masks something darker. Their casting ceremony binds them to the midway, sealing their fate. Together, they set out toward the next town, the Carnival’s hunger pulling them onward.

Love isn’t perfect. It has flaws. This story is about a boy and a girl choosing themselves over love. But is the pain worth it? Both are spiraling in pain and misery but still long for each other. Maybe lust has gotten to their heads. Maybe they’re so close but just so far. Maybe they’re just not for each other. Maybe they’re perfect for each other, just not at the right time. He’s shaken her up and she’s exploding, reflecting on her bad choices. Will they make it ?

We all know that animals cannot speak. However, in this fiction tale called, Bodega Cat, Tabby is a cat that can talk. She lives in a Bodega with her owner, Mario. She is happy with her life, but something sinister happens one night that that puts her happiness in jeopardy. This story is told from a cat's point of view.

The newscaster appeared again, The investigation will continue but local authorities are urging residents and citizens around the nation to remain calm but to stay vigilant and report any suspicious activity that may occur. “We understand it may be hard to keep it together but as a nation, we have enough stress to deal with. A serial killer on the loose- The TV flipped to a commercial for fishing gear and my brother and I locked glances. I think we both noticed they cut the feed short.

In this mesmerizing chapter, Allison finds herself beneath a willow, enveloped by an uncanny stillness that signals a shift in her reality. Her encounter with Sol, an enigmatic figure who blurs the line between dream and waking life, challenges her understanding of existence. As they walk together, the surreal transformation of the surroundings—like the pond gleaming with an obsidian sheen—heightens the sense of mystery. The moment she discovers her own words carved into the stones beneath her feet raises unsettling questions about memory and identity. This thought-provoking exploration invites readers to plunge deeper into Allison's journey and uncover the secrets that await her in this extraordinary realm.

The house had been abandoned for decades, or so the town whispered. Its windows were blind, its doors swollen shut, its roof sagging like a mouth too tired to speak. Children dared each other to touch its rusted gate, but none lingered long enough to hear the faint hum that rose from within—like breath caught between walls.

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