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Pigeons of Vengeance
hamed
Apr 25, 2025
It began, as most things in New York do, with a bagel. Terry, a junior analyst with a mustache of dubious confidence, stepped out of his apartment with an everything …
The Bookshop on Maple Street
eromance
Apr 23, 2025
In the sleepy town of Wrenwood, nestled between rolling hills and endless rows of oak trees, there was a small bookshop on Maple Street — Clementine's Books & Co. It …
Confessional
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
The cathedral was silent at midnight. Empty pews stretched like shadows. Candles flickered near the altar, casting a soft glow over centuries of stained glass and stone saints. She stepped …
The Djinn’s Kiss
eromance
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 Elevator
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
It started with a look—just a look. They stepped into the elevator together at 11:37 p.m., both damp from the summer storm outside. Her dress clung to her like second …
The Guest Room
eromance
Apr 22, 2025
It was just one night. That’s what Tyler told himself when his best friend, Nate, asked if his girlfriend could crash at his place for the weekend. “Work trip,” Nate …
Summer Walls
eromance
Apr 22, 2025
They weren’t related. That’s what Ava kept telling herself. It had only been a year since their parents married — a beachside wedding, sunset vows, and suddenly Noah was her …
The Temple of Mirrors
eromance
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 …
Beneath the Olive Moon
eromance
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 Mango Grove
eromance
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 …