Romance

Firebug: Ch. 19 - The Durants
The last time Roman had seen Theo so angry, Jasper's face got dented with a dodgeball. His bandaged hands shook from gripping his sheets so tight, his freckled face darkening from off-white to blood red within seconds. When he saw the tears gathering in the corners of the shorter teen's eyes, Roman felt a spark of anger ignite behind his own sternum.
By Natalie Grayabout a month ago in Chapters
Puss's Boots - Chapter 6
Gwynnë was everything that the siblings thought it would be and more. The buildings themselves shined, and it seemed as though they were reaching up to scrap the clouds. The streets were filled with all new sights and sounds and smells. Merchants lined the gutters, crying out their wares and keeping a cautious eye out for thieves. Their carts were full of polished ornaments and sweet smelling, spicy treats. Perfumes and fabrics overflowed the tables and booths; jewellery, weapons, and various other trinkets caught the light and shone.
By Dionearia Redabout a month ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER SIX
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER FIVE
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER FOUR
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER THREE
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER TWO
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN
A Dispatch from the Desk of The Night Writer "The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER ONE
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Chapters
Puss's Boots - Chapter 5
“The capital city, really?” “Well, why not? We have a special invitation from the king’s personal representative to visit, and you, my dear, must still be formally introduced. You too, Orlando, now that I think about it. You see, most foreigners, especially lords and the like, usually go straight to Court to introduce themselves. A court of peacocks, my dear, but a necessary order, or so I am told.”
By Dionearia Redabout a month ago in Chapters
The Sable Room. AI-Generated.
The Sable Room The invitation arrived without an envelope, slipped beneath my apartment door like a secret that had learned how to crawl.
By aarav khannaabout a month ago in Chapters
Puss's Boots - Chapter 4
Nearly nine weeks had passed since Lady Heightmyer’s, now known to the siblings as Caoimhe, proposal to Dione, Orlando’s twin and last surviving sibling. Nearly three days ago was the stranger’s last visit. As always, he had come at night, alone, after any potential witnesses to his arrival had long since gone away. He was never seen by anyone save Orlando, and, the day after, Puss always knew about his visit. And, always, he flirted and courted Orlando with gentle poems and stories and innocent requests, and Orlando, whose face always seemed so composed with everything else, after every visit, was coloured a vivid red for days.
By Dionearia Redabout a month ago in Chapters