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I pushed through the heavy doors of the corporate building, praying my thrift-store blazer wouldn’t wrinkle into oblivion under the suffocating humidity. First impressions were everything, right? Well, let’s hope looking like a goth Morticia Addams would give me some points. After all, who wouldn’t hire someone who screamed “I do my best work in the shadows”? The receptionist eyed me like I’d strolled in dressed for Halloween. I offered her my best fake smile as I followed her down a long,…
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9.0 K • Ongoing
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I was sprawled across the worn-out sofa in the common room, the glow of my phone casting a soft light on my face. The chatter around me was a familiar symphony, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the clink of mugs on the coffee table. It was one of those rare evenings where the weight of impending exams hadn't yet suffocated the air with tension. My fingers scrolled mindlessly through my feed, a stream of memes and magic theory debates, when a pair of names sliced through the noise,…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The ground beneath my feet turned traitor, a slick deceit that sent me sprawling. I went down hard, the breath knocked from my lungs, the taste of copper filling my mouth. My palms scraped against the unyielding stone path, the pain a sharp reminder of my clumsiness—or rather, the enchantment that seemed to have claimed me as its puppet. I pushed myself up, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and fury, only to slip again, my feet sliding out from under me as if greased. I couldn't help but…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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“Come on, Silas. You know I will fail if you don’t let me copy.” Xavier said. He was flipping through the Spell Craft 103 text book, stuck on the essay they were having to write by Friday. “If you haven’t started by now, I doubt even with my answers you will pass,” Silas said softly as he scribbled away in his notebook. Xavier groaned and slammed his head on the desk making me laugh. “Why didn’t you start, man?” I asked. “Amelia fucking Davis.” Xavier smirked at me, “Need I…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The morning light that filtered through the basement window was a dull gray, a color that seemed to seep into my bones and leach away what little warmth I had left. Owen had uncuffed us before the break of dawn, his movements as silent as the shadows that danced across the walls. He left without a word, the sound of the lock sliding into place a cruel reminder of my confinement. I lay there on the deflating air mattress, my body aching from the night spent shackled to him. The imprint of his…
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10.9 K • Ongoing
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The moment I stepped onto Redwood University’s campus, a chill washed over me, like icy fingers trailing down my spine. The Gothic architecture loomed overhead—dark spires and pointed archways framed by gnarled trees that whispered secrets in the wind. It was the kind of place you’d expect to find lurking things in the shadows. I shifted my duffel bag higher on my shoulder, boots scuffing against the cracked cobblestone paths as I made my way across the courtyard. Students bustled around me, their…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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The student hall was a blur of flashing lights, pounding music, and the low hum of voices. I hovered on the edge of the crowd, the black dress Lila had lent me feeling both too tight and too loose at the same time. Tugging at the hem absently, I scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces, trying to quiet the nerves churning in my stomach. The beat of the music thrummed through my veins, almost drowning out the nagging sense of unease curling in my chest. Almost. “Relax!” Lila shouted over the…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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The music throbbed around us, a pulsing beat that seemed to vibrate through the floor and up into my bones. I tried to let it wash over me, tried to relax into the rhythm and shake off the uneasy sensation still coiling tight in my chest. But I couldn’t forget those eyes—the way Darius had looked at me like I was something to be consumed. “So, tell me, Viv, are you always this much of a loner?” Lila’s teasing voice cut through my thoughts, and I blinked, glancing over at her. “What?” I…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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Her hands let my hair go, and then she tried to push me away but didn’t put much strength into it, but I pulled away, panting nonetheless. “I can’t, " she said. Her face was still splotchy and tear-stained, but I couldn’t stop wanting her. Her eyes pleaded with me for something. “Pretend I’m him,” I whispered against her lips. “I can do that for you. Pretend I’m him.” I trailed my nose against her cheek before taking her earlobe in my mouth, tugging it slightly with my…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I hit the stone floor hard, a sharp crack reverberating through the empty cell as my shoulder collided with the jagged stone. The pain was distant, barely more than a whisper at the back of my mind. It was as if my body and I had made some unspoken agreement: I wouldn't feel, and it wouldn't bother me with the details. The guards didn't bother chaining me. There was no point. I hadn't fought back in days—maybe weeks. Time had blurred into a fog, impossible to track in the darkness. The cell was small,…
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11.4 K • Ongoing
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