LITTLE BIG HALLOWEEN AGAIN
I didn’t want the candy. Not when the others grabbed theirs like starving crows, not when the old woman’s yellow eyes locked onto mine, whispering something under her breath. I was just Alice—small, quiet, orphaned—but my mother’s necklace grew warm against my chest, humming like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. The others didn’t have that. They laughed as they ate it. And now… now they’re gone. All of them. Trapped in her oven. And she’s still looking for me.The candy glowed in my palm—red as a fresh wound, pulsing faintly like it had a heartbeat. The old woman smiled, her teeth blackened stumps, and said, "Eat up, dearie. It’ll make you warm inside." I didn’t. I couldn’t. Something in my chest flared—my mother’s necklace, cold silver against my skin—just as I saw Tommy bite into his. His smile froze. His eyes went blank.
They started walking back toward her crooked house, slow and stiff, like puppets on strings. I ran. Branches clawed at my coat, stones bit my knees, but I didn’t stop until I reached the orphanage gates. I turned back once. The house was gone. Only mist remained.
But then I heard it—the low, rumbling hum of an oven firing up in the dead of night. And beneath it, faint screams. They were already inside. And she knew I’d come back for them.
King Patrick
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Whispers in the Dark
Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.
MORE THAN 50 SHADES
I never counted the women—there were too many, too many cities, too many names whispered in the dark. From Lisbon to Kyoto, I left behind passion, promises, and perfume-stained sheets. But Maggie… she was different. The moment her husband found out, my life became a countdown. Now she’s standing beside me at the Gare du Nord, breathless, holding a one-way ticket and a secret worth killing for. They’re still hunting me. And if we’re caught, neither of us will survive.
Sex Life
I tell myself it’s the last time every time I see him. James waits in that same apartment, shirtless, eyes burning with that old fire—the one I never escaped. My husband Chadwick trusts me, loves me, raises our daughters like they’re his own. But I’m not free. I’m pulled back to James, again and again, my body betraying everything I’ve built. It’s not love. It’s hunger. A craving deeper than guilt, stronger than vows. And each time I go, I lose another piece of myself.
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