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ziamaiko ziamaiko Feb 03, 2024

چاقوی زرین‌نگارش را محکم در دست گرفت. انگار قرار بود لیز بخورد و نابود شود. خودش هم اطمینان کامل را به خودش نداشت. انگار در همین لحظه چیزها قرار بود …

The Disconnect
hamed hamed Jan 23, 2025

Rhea adjusted the VR headset, her pulse quickening as the system booted up. Eidolon 7.0, the latest in immersive virtual reality, promised a fully integrated experience. The tagline had been …

The House on the Hill
sara sara Jan 27, 2024

Mark and Lisa were a young couple who loved adventure. They liked to explore new places and seek thrills. They heard about a house on the hill that was rumored …

Finding Hope Through Connection
hamed hamed Jan 27, 2025

Mira sat alone in her small apartment, staring at the blank canvas on her easel. She hadn’t painted in months, not since her younger sister, Ayla, passed away. Ayla had …

The Red Thread Merchant
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Jin Mei sat in her office, the soft hum of city life seeping through the cracked window. The walls were lined with shelves of old books, trinkets from her travels, …

The Boss’s Wife
eromance eromance Apr 22, 2025

Milo, the office intern, was doomed the day Mrs. Callahan—his boss’s wife—walked into the copy room. She was all red lipstick and tailored dresses, her perfume a punch to Milo’s …

Cybertruck Kaboom
hamed hamed Jan 23, 2025

The year had barely begun, and it was already off to a wild start. Outside the posh facade of the Starlight Regency Hotel, nestled in downtown Los Angeles, a gleaming …

The Elevator
eromance 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 Parking Spot
hamed hamed Apr 25, 2025

Dina had a gift. A sixth sense. Some call it luck. Others call it witchcraft. Her neighbors just called it annoying. She could always find a parking spot. Always. In …

💔 The Price of the Past
hamed hamed Nov 11, 2025

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park bench where Elias sat with Clara. At thirty-six, his face held a handsome weariness; at eighteen, hers was bright with …