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Musk, Trump, and the Staff That Couldn't
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
It was barely a week into Trump’s presidency, and already the White House staff was on edge. The halls, normally bustling with the usual back-and-forth of political maneuvering, had a …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 9: The Final Confrontation
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The old man’s mind, worn and frail with time, was drawn to another chapter of his life, one filled with unresolved conflict, where pride had overruled the simple but profound …
The Final Blade
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Rain tapped against the narrow cell window, a rhythmic reminder of time slipping away. Marcel Chevalier sat on the hard cot, his fingers tracing the edges of a worn photograph. …
The Price of Promises
hamed
Oct 20, 2024
Emma had loved Ethan since they were kids, back when they passed notes in math class and shared stolen moments beneath the bleachers. He was everything—the handsome, charming boy that …
Behind the Headlines
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The fire had been creeping for days, but it was the wind that pushed it over the edge. It swept through Malibu, westward toward the coast, and within hours, everything …
Forty Days of Silence
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Mina sat in her sleek San Francisco apartment, her laptop open in front of her, yet her mind was nowhere near the task at hand. The glowing cursor on the …
The Tariff Tango
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
At the International Trade Summit, held in a glitzy Vienna ballroom that smelled faintly of cigars and strained diplomacy, President Trumph strode to the podium. His signature red tie swung …
Voices of the Forgotten
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
In the small town of Willow Creek, tucked away in the rolling hills of the countryside, the world seemed a faraway place. The local café served the same cup of …
The General Store Commune
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When the rent hikes hit, the heart of Maple Hollow began to falter. The antique shop closed first, followed by the bakery, and then the corner bookstore. Only Callie Moran’s …
The Return of the Exiled Prince
hamed
Dec 21, 2024
The moon hung low over the desert, its pale light illuminating the rugged silhouette of a lone rider. His cloak, tattered and worn, bore faint traces of royal embroidery—symbols of …