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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 enemy is a friend whose story we have not heard
saadi
Jan 26, 2024
The Enemy! He saw him lying on the ground, bleeding from his chest. He recognized him as the enemy soldier who had shot at him earlier. He felt a surge …
The Last Storm
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
The smell of damp wood hung in the air as Nia picked through the wreckage of their living room. The roof had collapsed during last night’s storm, and sunlight streamed …
The Love Letter
hamed
Feb 08, 2024
She found the letter in her mailbox. It was written on a fine paper, with a delicate handwriting. It was addressed to her, but it had no name or stamp. …
The Last Game
hamed
Jan 26, 2024
The Last Game She had one game left. She had played all the others, and she had mastered them. She had conquered every level, every challenge, every enemy. She had …
The Foundation Stone
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Nathaniel Ward’s hands trembled as he unrolled the parchment. The stakes were higher than any column or arch he’d ever designed. This wasn’t just a monument—it was to be the …
Most People Don't Like the Journey, But the Destination
hamed
Aug 10, 2024
The studio lights bathed him in a warm glow, casting long shadows of success. The host, a seasoned pro with a practiced smile, leaned in. "You've built an empire from …
When the Mask Falls
hamed
Feb 26, 2025
He was known as a pillar of strength—a titan in tailored suits whose firm handshake and measured words had rescued countless ventures from ruin. For decades, Daniel Marrick had built …
Hollywood Whispers
hamed
Jan 27, 2025
The first whisper started in the corner of a smoky bar on Sunset Boulevard. “You didn’t hear it from me,” the producer said, his voice low, his hand wrapped around …
The Rescue
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
We were on a ferry crossing the bay, a group of executives heading to a team-building retreat. The waves were choppy, the wind sharp and biting. As we huddled on …