MORE THAN BESTIES
We made a pact—just friends, just sex, no love. Greyson, Janette, and I swore it would never go deeper. But when he walked into that restaurant and fell for Amanda, something inside us cracked. Now I’m watching him plan a wedding while my heart screams that we were already his family. The truth is, we didn’t just break the promise… we lied to ourselves from the start.I saw the ring before he even said her name. It glinted on his phone screen—engagement photo, smiling faces, a caption that read 'Forever starts now.' My chest caved in like someone ripped out my ribs. Janette called me five minutes later, voice shaking: 'He’s really doing it, Lisa. He’s marrying her.'\n\nWe met at our usual bar, drowning the news in whiskey and silence. Greyson had told us nothing until the Facebook post. Amanda was a waitress he’d met two months ago. Two months. We’d shared everything—beds, bills, breakdowns—for seven years.\n\nJanette slammed her glass down. 'We have to stop this.'\n\nAnd I knew she was right. Not because Amanda wasn’t good enough. But because we were already his forever. We just never called it love.\n\nNow, sitting in the dim light, I whispered the question we all feared: 'What if we’re too late?'
King Patrick
works: 11
CURSED VAMPIRE
I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.
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.
THE WEREWOLF'S NIGHT
I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.
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