Partners-in-Crime

"You're staring again," Cleave said, tossing a crumpled napkin at Sara's face. It bounced off her nose and plopped into her coffee. She didn’t flinch. Sara had perfected the art of staring without t

Rhythm of the rain

Lisa was walking home under the pouring rain, her heels clicking against the wet pavement. She spotted Jungkook standing under a tree, looking lost in thought. She couldn't help but tease him as she

A Siren’s Touch Was All It Took…

I met a woman. It was no ordinary woman—rather an all-consuming force that grabbed me once and never let go. I could feel the scent of her long locks of brown hair every second she was near, the way

Chiaroscuro

The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞? 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

Music can really change the perspective of whatever this is all about. So, make sure you don't have any music in the background, when reading this. But then again, everyone has a different perspective

The Obsession With Damin

This post is for all the people sitting here like vultures, waiting for the “tea” about a particular person. Yes. This is about Damin. First of all, why the hell are you all so obsessed with him? Why

BLACKOUT CRAVINGS

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 The power cut out at 11:47 p.m. on a sticky October Thursday, right when I was halfway through edging myself under the covers with my vibrator on low. The buzz died instantly. My room went dark

When love needed no secret

She often wondered when her life stopped feeling like her own. It didn’t happen all at once. There was no thunder, no dramatic breaking point. Just a slow, silent erosion—like waves wearing down a sho

THE LAST SEVEN SECONDS

THE LAST SEVEN SECONDS Written by Kingson Das It was an ordinary day. Nothing special. Nothing important. Just another day I thought I had plenty of. Most people believe life is long. We plan for t

Chiaroscuro

The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi

A new journey

Hi, I'm a new writer here I've already started my work on writing a chat story I hope it would reach as many people who are curious in reading detective, suspense and magic related stories. So the nam

Title: The Watch

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 The lecture hall in the old humanities building smelled faintly of polished wood and chalk. Afternoon light slanted through tall windows, catching motes of dust above the rows of tiered

🔞Resonance Protocol 🗣💦🔞 (BL)

Content Warning ⚠️ 🔞 (Made-up...?) Ji-ho had always thought his voice was too soft for this world. At twenty-four, fresh out of a dead-end dubbing gig for kids’ cartoons, he posted fan-dubs of BL a

Cramp Relief

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 The hotel room door clicked shut behind us like a trap snapping closed. I dropped my bag on the carpet and stared at the single king bed dominating the center of the space. Floor-to-ceili

Therapist Makes Me Squirt

🔞🔞🔞 "So, what brings you guys in today?" our therapist, Doctor Leo, asked, one leg crossed over the other in the chair across from my husband and me. "We, umm-" I started. "We've been having some tru

Where does this marriage go?…

The contract sat heavy on the polished table crisp black text on cream paper, no room for questions or second thoughts. Two names waited to be signed: Damon Reyes and [Your Name]. “This isn’t a choi

The heir of winter

The Heir of Winter In the ruthless corporate world of Seoul, two names ruled every financial headline. Kang Jae-min. And Baek Arin. If the corporate world were a battlefield, these two were its

War Of Ann

it was clear that Ann had her episode of nightmares Ann looked so delicate in her emrald green night gown. she appeared as if she is the mother nature. calm, quite, soft and gentle as she brushed

The Second Rain

It was 6:00 PM on a restless March evening, and the atmosphere was thick with a static charge I could feel in my marrow. My body was still a battlefield, recovering from a fever that left my limbs hea

WHEN LIGHT DIES

He is the man of darkness who has never seen the light that comes so easily to others; he always struggles. He has killed countless people—some known, some unknown. For some, there were reasons; most,