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The cool night air brushed against my fingertips, tinged with the faint scent of freedom. I stretched higher, my muscles straining as the rusted window latch gave under the pressure. It was open now, a thin crack of possibility, the outside world so close I could almost taste it. For the first time in what felt like forever, hope flared hot and sharp in my chest, pushing against the numbness that had threatened to consume me. But then, the hair on the back of my neck prickled, the primal sense of danger…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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Laying next to Gideon as he slept hurt. I tried to imagine Nick as Gideon, and it worked for a while, but the way Gideon made me come had never ever happened to me before. It was too different, and I don’t know if I could do it again. Gideon took me apart in a way I wasn’t ready for. I wasn’t ready for him to practically shatter me and expose my rawness. I wasn’t ready for something new, and the way Gideon tried to possess me fucked with my head and flattered me. It was almost as if he wanted me,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I've always been a man of the road, but the last few months had taken on a new meaning. I was no longer just riding, I was living, breathing the essence of the Vultures with every state line I crossed. My role as a mediator for the mother chapter had become more than a job—it was a calling, a way to uphold the values my father had instilled in me. The disputes I handled were as varied as the landscapes I rode through, but none quite like the one that had me parked outside a nondescript diner in the…
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77.2 K • Completed
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Mara sat across from me, brow furrowed as she scanned yet another dusty book. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of her laptop screen, casting a bluish hue over us and the mess of books and notes sprawled out between us. Her fingers traced over the lines in the old tomes, her lips moving as she murmured to herself, piecing together fragments of information. She’d been at it for hours, relentless in her search. I could see the strain tightening in her shoulders, a flicker of something…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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“Honey, I’m home!” I called out, throwing my bag at my feet as soon as I entered the door and threw my hands in the air. An older woman walked around the corner with a kind smile on her face. “I’m happy to see you, Xavier dear.” “You too, Mrs. Carter.” I grinned. She tutted and swatted the air in front of her, causing the air to swat me on the shoulder. “You know better. Carissa or mom. None of this Mrs. Carter nonsense. It makes me feel far too old.” “You know, my life…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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“What are you up to today, baby?” I murmured as I pulled up the live footage of her house. I scrolled through the different streams until I saw her in front of her laptop, sitting deliciously on her bed cross-legged with her shirt falling off one shoulder, exposing the unmarked smooth skin. Turning on the sound of the camera to let it blast through my headphones, I listened to her slow, sultry voice croon into her screen as she recorded a custom video for her SomeFans account. “Baby has been a bad…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The ground beneath me was still warm from the blood that had been spilled, yet my heart felt as cold and lifeless as the body I had been torn away from. I was dragged through the remnants of the battlefield, the once vibrant colors of the village now tainted by ash and death. My captors were mere silhouettes against the fading light, their faces obscured by the shadow of my own sorrow. They brought me to a tall figure, a witch who stood like a statue carved from darkness itself. General Blackthorne, they…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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The warmth of the room was suffocating, cloying in its false comfort. The flickering torchlight carved sharp shadows across the walls, the movement making the general’s expression seem even more grotesque. My heart pounded beneath the weight of his command, each beat a stark reminder of my silence and powerlessness. The eager Vila stood ready, eyes bright with anticipation. The annoyed Vila leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, a scowl twisting her lips. I felt frozen, bound by more than just the…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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The library's dim, amber light barely reached the farthest corners where I had tucked myself away. Shadows danced at the edges of my vision, blending with the weight that pressed against my skull, sharp and unrelenting. The stack of books in front of me felt like an anchor, pages full of cryptic diagrams and handwritten notes I could barely comprehend with the thrum of exhaustion drumming in my head. My fingers rubbed at my temples, trying and failing to soothe the migraine that had taken root. Silas had…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I stood in the dimly lit room, the smell of stale vodka and cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air. The walls of the safe house were thick, but they couldn't keep out the whispers of betrayal that had been steadily growing louder within the Bratva. My men, once united under a common cause, were now divided, each one eyeing the other with suspicion. The rot had set in, and it was eating away at the foundation my mentor had helped build. "Pakhan," Vasili, my trusted advisor, began, "we've received word…
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77.2 K • Completed
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