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The Last Heir Of The Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 7. AI-Generated.
The night had grown unusually quiet. After days of relentless rain, Arlein finally rested under a sky scattered with faint stars. The city lights glowed softly across the river, reflecting on the wet streets that still smelled of storm.
By Luke Dreayry9 days ago in Chapters
The Dirty Secret. Content Warning.
“Clouds look dark,” Martin said. “They do that sometimes,” Brandon laughed. “This could be bad,” Martin shuddered.
By Raine Fielder9 days ago in Chapters
The Life Train — CHAPTER 1: THE ENIGMATIC AWAKENING. Content Warning.
The entire novel is available in both hard copy and kdp at https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0DBC9J146/ My head hurts. My head is spinning. WAIT! STOP! Who am I? Where am I? I am a… ugh, I don’t even know how to define myself — chunks of personalities in a mental civil war, each wishing to kill the other and gain, most probably, nothing. But wait, who am I again ?
By LAMAANKACHE Oussama9 days ago in Chapters
The Last Heir Of The Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 5. AI-Generated.
The Game Behind the Fire The explosion had been seen from nearly a mile away. For several seconds, the night sky above the highway turned orange.
By Luke Dreayry10 days ago in Chapters
Crystal Banaba - 1
Rachel sat on the beach, processing what she just learned. Could they be right about voluntary euthanasia? Honestly, she often thought that if she got to the old age where she became a burden for her two sons, she’d go to Switzerland and get euthanized. Has Crystal Banaba resolved this tough ethical issue?
By Lana V Lynx10 days ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter XIV. Content Warning.
Uncle Quin was dead. One of Chief Malcolm’s guards had been bringing him food, and he knew that something was wrong before even arriving at the igloo. At least, that was what Palina claimed.
By Andrei Babanin10 days ago in Chapters
Dragon Horse. Content Warning.
Aroon, Xolani, and Nikolaos sprint for the platform from the north, east, and west. "Don't go, don't go, don't go!" Aroon shouts at the train.
By Wen Xiaosheng10 days ago in Chapters
The Photograph
I return exhausted after submitting a watertight report on the lost rover. I get back to the dwelling before Dr Cho and take the stair two at a time as I ascend. Picking up the carafe of water by my bed, I quickly cross the hallway into Dr Cho’s bedroom. It’s sparsely decorated, clinical and void of personal effects. I don’t have time to linger as I swop her carafe with mine, however I notice a photo frame face down on the side table. I turn it over to see an image of the doctor and a teenage girl. They smile at the camera as the doctor wraps her arms around the girl’s shoulders from behind. There is no doubt in my mind it’s her daughter. The similarities are astounding. I leave the room and make myself a coffee in the replicator downstairs and wait until she arrives home.
By N J Delmas10 days ago in Chapters
Someone Is Watching - Chapter 1
The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. It dripped steadily from the iron fire escapes outside Elena’s apartment window, each drop tapping softly against the glass like slow, patient fingers.
By Rosalina Jane11 days ago in Chapters
The Last Heir of The Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 4. AI-Generated.
It had become a familiar sound in Arlein. Water sliding across rooftops. Wind pushing against the narrow streets.
By Luke Dreayry11 days ago in Chapters
The Last Heir of the Van Declaoria Bloodline - Chapter 3. AI-Generated.
The rain returned that night. Not the violent storm from days before. This rain was quieter. Slow. Steady. Like something waiting.
By Luke Dreayry11 days ago in Chapters
Loving You Taught Me How to Let Go
Loving You Taught Me How to Let Go ‎BY: Khan I used to believe that love meant holding on—no matter how hard things became. I thought that if two people truly cared about each other, they would fight through every storm together. Letting go never seemed like an option to me. It felt like giving up. Then I met you. You walked into my life on an ordinary afternoon, yet somehow everything about that moment felt extraordinary. Your laugh was effortless, your smile warm, and the way you listened made me feel like my words actually mattered. I remember thinking that day that maybe life had finally decided to give me something good. At first, everything between us felt easy. We spent long evenings talking about our dreams, our fears, and the strange twists life had taken to bring us to that moment. You told me stories about your childhood, and I told you about the things that kept me awake at night. Somehow, sharing those pieces of ourselves made the world feel smaller and kinder. I started to imagine a future that included you in every part of it. But life rarely follows the stories we create in our heads. Slowly, things began to change. It wasn’t sudden or dramatic. Instead, it happened in quiet ways. The conversations that once lasted hours grew shorter. The messages that used to arrive instantly began to take longer. Sometimes you seemed distant, like your mind was somewhere else even when you were sitting right beside me. At first, I tried to ignore it. I told myself everyone goes through difficult phases. I convinced myself that if I just loved you a little harder, if I tried a little more, things would return to the way they used to be. But love doesn’t work like that. One night, as we sat together in silence, I realized something I had been avoiding for a long time. You were no longer happy. Maybe you had been trying to hide it, or maybe I simply hadn’t wanted to see it before. But the truth was there between us, heavy and undeniable. And strangely, that realization didn’t make me angry. It made me sad. Not because you had changed, but because I finally understood something important: love cannot be forced. It cannot survive simply because we want it to. Sometimes love fades. Sometimes people grow in different directions. And sometimes the kindest thing two people can do for each other is to let go. That night, we talked longer than we had in weeks. Our voices were quiet, but honest. There were no accusations, no dramatic arguments. Just two people acknowledging that the story they once believed in was reaching its final chapter. I remember the way your eyes looked when you said goodbye. There was sadness in them, but also relief. For the first time, I realized that letting go wasn’t about losing someone. It was about respecting what once existed between us. It was about understanding that love doesn’t always mean staying. Sometimes it means stepping aside so both people can find the happiness they deserve. Walking away from you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. For a long time, I questioned whether I had made the right choice. I wondered if maybe I should have tried harder, waited longer, fought more. But as time passed, something unexpected happened. The pain slowly turned into gratitude. Because loving you had taught me something I never understood before. It showed me that love is not measured by how tightly we hold onto someone, but by how deeply we care about their well-being—even if that means they continue their journey without us. You taught me that endings don’t erase the beauty of what once existed. They simply mark the moment when two paths begin to move in different directions. And now, when I think about you, I don’t feel bitterness or regret. I remember the laughter, the late-night conversations, and the quiet moments that made our time together meaningful. Most of all, I remember the lesson you left behind. Loving you didn’t just teach me how to care for someone. It taught me how to let go.
By Khan 11 days ago in Chapters