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Late Checkout
eromance
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 …
A World Reborn: The Age of Synthesis
hamed
Dec 29, 2024
By the year 2147, the fears of the early 21st century seemed like distant echoes from a more anxious time. Humanity had stepped into an era of unprecedented harmony, one …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 6: Love Lost and Found
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The old man could feel the cool evening breeze brushing against his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting …
The Nightingale’s Last Song
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The old woman sat in her weathered armchair, its floral fabric faded by decades of sunlight streaming through the window. Her name was Shirin, but to her granddaughter Laleh, she …
The Last Harvest
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Jarek knelt in the moonlit field, his fingers trembling as they sifted through the soil. The earth was dry, cracked, and barely clinging to life—much like him. He’d worked in …
The Eternal Night of Queen Yalda
hamed
Dec 20, 2024
In the ancient lands of Persia, beneath a sky strewn with stars and the glow of the full moon, the people of the empire gathered to honor Yalda Night, the …
The Great PHP Escape
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
Once upon a time in the grim, syntax-heavy land of PHP, there lived a developer named Byte. Byte had been slaving away at his keyboard, wrestling with semicolons, dollar signs, …
The Rainmaker
hamed
Jan 25, 2025
It started with a drizzle. Lina stood on her apartment balcony, her hands gripping the rusted railing, watching the parched earth below darken with water for the first time in …
White Silence
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The wind howled like a wolf circling its prey, rattling the windows of the small farmhouse. Snow piled higher by the hour, burying the fences and erasing the world beyond …
The Last Pari
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
When the last Pari died, the skies wept for a week. Her name was Simorgha, a being of radiance who glided on winds softer than whispers. She was the last …