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Uh hey! I'm Yuna nice meeting you y'all. I am thinking about writing some new novel/chat story. Please support me guys. your little help can also help my poor dogs who have been suffering from illness
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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
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The Sanguine Lens
In the humid embrace of Calcutta, 1999, where the scent of tube rose and the clamor of rickshaws filled the air, lived Shrima Banerjee. Her world was a delicate tapestry woven with tradition and the u
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Ashes of the Betrothed
In the heart of rural Bengal, 1900, nestled amidst emerald paddy fields and winding rivers, lay the village of Krishnapur. The air, thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant call of a cuckoo, of
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🔞My Roommate’s Hidden Heat🔞 (BL)
Content Warning ⚠️ 🔞 I'm Kelin Bendon, second-semester college freshman. My family's house is back in Boston—way too far from campus—so I'm stuck in the dorms like everyone else. I could easily
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Chiaroscuro (C2)
The sound of the rain intensified, turning the attic into a private island of shadows and heat. Ayush’s hands slid from her waist to the hem of her paint-flecked shirt, his knuckles grazing the warm s
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Chapter 3 – More Than Just Us 🌙💛
The days after that walk felt different. Not louder. Not dramatic. Just… warmer. ☀️ Aarav and Meera still sat under the same tree 🌳, still shared notes, still argued over silly things. But now, t
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The Summer Of 1857
"It was just a random summer evening for the Valentine Family.Little did we know that night would be one of the worst nightmares of our life .....".
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The School Camp Night
The night was bitterly cold for people like us who are used to, sleeping under warm blankets and quilts in our cozy houses.We were asked to sleep in the tents built by us .Since, I was strictly forbi
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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
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Title: The Girl Who Carried the Storm
They called her Nyra Voss in whispers. In the underworld, names were currency—fear was power—and Nyra owned both. She was young, dangerously so for someone who ruled half the city’s criminal arteries.
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♥︎ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴜs ♥︎
The first time Seo-jun heard Dong-hyun laugh, it startled him. Not because it was loud—but because it wasn’t. It was low and warm, almost private, like a sound meant only for someone standing close en
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☆Room~511☆
The hostel stood at the edge of campus like a quiet observer of youth—five floors of pale concrete and long corridors that carried laughter during the day and whispers at night. Behind it ran a small
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“Time Zones Between Us”
They met in an airport café at six in the morning. The place smelled like burnt coffee and impatience. Lila was charging her phone, calculating how many hours she would lose crossing the ocean. Ethan
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Alex
(Alex) The city of Blackwater was a graveyard of broken dreams, where blood soaked the streets as easily as the rain. In this world, power belonged to those who had the guts to take it—Alex had learn
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The Shadow on the Cobblestones 🌑🏃♂️
[Location: Dark Alleyway – Gyeongseong, 1927] Min-ho (1927 Jimin): Stop standing there like a statue! Move! Namjoon: My legs feel like jelly! I was in 2024 ten seconds ago! Min-ho (1927 Jimin): Well,
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A Hundred Years To Find You
They say some loves are once in a lifetime. Ours lasted longer than death. In 1926, two women stood beneath the rain and chose each other over fear, over family, over the world. They were punished f
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Kokey the alien
The night was unusually bright in the sleepy town of San Pablo, Laguna. Ten-year-old Marco, an aspiring astronomer, was peering through his modest telescope when a brilliant, shimmering object streake
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⚔️ “She stood between a rifle and a vampire — and called it love.”
It was supposed to be just rain. Just another night of choosing each other in a world that refuses to understand. But the red dot on Genevieve’s chest changed everything. A voice from above. A rifl
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More Than Friends - 2
Chapter 2 – Something Feels Different 💫 The next morning felt oddly normal. 🌤️ Too normal. Aarav walked through the school gate with his hands in his pockets 🎒, pretending his heart wasn’t replaying
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