Love With
My heart finally raced for the right reason—he looked at me like I was the last star in the sky. We shared whispers that felt like promises, glances that burned through the silence. I let myself believe it was real. Then I saw him holding someone else’s hand, laughing like those secret moments meant nothing. Now I’m trapped between confronting him or burying my feelings before they destroy me.I still taste the sweetness of his words from last night—how he said I was different, how my laugh lit up the room. My fingers trembled when he brushed mine walking back from the café.\n\nToday, I saw him kiss her. Not just a peck. A slow, intimate press of lips outside the library, her arms wrapped around his neck like they’ve done this a hundred times. He didn’t look guilty. He looked… happy.\n\nAnd now I’m frozen behind a pillar, heartbeat slamming against my ribs. Do I walk up and demand answers? Do I pretend I didn’t see anything and risk seeing it again? Or do I delete his number before I lose myself completely?
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Marry My Enemy
You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?
Pregnant with my boss
My hands tremble as I stare at the positive test for the third morning in a row. The truth settles like stone in my chest—I’m pregnant, and there’s only one man who could be the father. My boss. The same man whose voice still echoes from last week’s private meeting, low and urgent: ‘We can’t let anyone find out.’ Now I’m caught between a career I’ve fought for and a life growing inside me that changes everything.
Piko's Promise
I remember the day they brought me home—the scent of rain on pavement, the little one’s laughter like wind chimes. I don’t speak their language, not with words, but I understand everything. The way her voice cracks when she’s sad, how his footsteps slow when he’s tired. My purpose is clear: protect them, comfort them, make them smile. But now something’s changed. The house feels heavier, their hearts guarded. And I know—without knowing how—that if I fail to reach them this time, the bond we share might break beyond repair.
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