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Late Checkout
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May 01, 2025
Mira hadn’t meant to stay the night, but the hotel sheets were softer than her willpower—and so was Jack’s voice when he whispered her name at 2 a.m. They’d met …
The Fire and the Stone
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Apr 26, 2025
The snow came early that year. Thick, heavy, merciless. Bran was hunting alone when he heard the scream — sharp, wild, tearing across the frozen pines like a hawk’s cry. …
The Midnight Feast of Bastet
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
In the House of Bastet, hidden deep in the labyrinth of Memphis, only those marked by the goddess herself were allowed entry. Neferu was one of them — a priestess …
The Lover from Xibalba
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
Ixchel was once a weaver in the city of Copán — her fingers stained with the colors of crushed flowers, her eyes wide as the full moon. At sixteen, she …
The Song of Aclla
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
In the high mountains where the condors wheeled and the stones drank sunlight, there was a girl named Amaru. She was an Aclla — a Chosen Woman — raised in …
The Last Bloom
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
Before the earth split and Hades claimed her, Persephone had another secret. A lover. One no poet dared to name. He came from the woods beyond Eleusis — a wild …
Beneath the Olive Moon
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Apr 26, 2025
The night Alethea dared the sacred grove of Artemis, the olive trees whispered warnings. No mortal woman was meant to walk there after sunset, especially not alone, especially not bare-footed …
The Temple of Mirrors
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Apr 26, 2025
It was in Rajasthan, where the sands eat memory and the nights hum with ghost songs, that Kiara found the temple. Locals warned her: The Temple of Mirrors does not …
The Djinn’s Kiss
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Apr 26, 2025
The night air in Shiraz was heavy with jasmine and old poems. Elena, an American tourist with a cracked leather journal tucked under her arm, wandered too far from the …
The Mango Grove
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Apr 26, 2025
The summer air in Kerala was thick with the scent of ripening mangoes. Maya wandered barefoot into the grove behind her grandmother’s old house, her cotton saree clinging to her …