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When the Mask Falls
hamed 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 …

The Last Pari
hamed 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 …

The Eclipse of Whispering Shadows
hamed hamed Jan 25, 2025

It was the kind of small town where everyone knew each other's name—and secrets. Maplewood, nestled in a valley surrounded by thick forests, had seen its fair share of odd …

Shifting Frontlines
hamed hamed Jan 14, 2025

Captain Elena Rojas stood on the edge of the crumbling seawall, her boots coated in salt spray. The Atlantic was rising faster than their projections, swallowing what used to be …

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 …

The Memory Thief
hamed hamed Jan 26, 2024

She had always been plagued by strange memories. Memories of places she had never been, people she had never met, things she had never done. She thought she was crazy, …

Achey Breaky Union
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

Billy Ray Cyrus strummed his guitar, the chords of Achy Breaky Heart echoing through the grand hall of the Liberty Ball. Beneath the gilded chandeliers, a sea of tuxedos and …

The Rosewater Vials
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Lila had always been enchanted by the delicate art of perfume making, learning from her master in the small, fragrant shop tucked away in the heart of the old bazaar. …

a villain.
ziamaiko ziamaiko Jan 19, 2024

دیگر از شرور بودن خسته شده‌ام. (نشده‌ام.) معنی انسان بد بودن را زمانی متوجه شدم که آرزوی مرگ شخصی را کردم. قبل از آن چنان خودم را معصوم می‌دانستم که …

The Box in the Attic
hamed hamed Jan 23, 2025

The attic smelled of mothballs and old paper, a dense, musty reminder of lives long lived. Mina had been up here a hundred times before, but tonight felt different. The …