Forbidden Sessions
I never expected therapy to feel like a trap. Dr. Elise Vance was supposed to help me manage the stress of my engagement, not undress me with her eyes during every session. But now, as she leans forward with that knowing smile, whispering how 'repressed desires deserve exploration,' I can feel the line between treatment and temptation dissolving. She says it's part of the process—testing boundaries, confronting fears. But this isn’t in any psychology textbook. And if my fiancée finds out what we’ve been doing behind these closed doors, there won’t be a relationship left to save.The clock ticks toward 5:00 PM, but she doesn’t move to end the session. Instead, Dr. Vance crosses her legs slowly, her skirt riding up just enough to distract. 'We’ve made so much progress,' she says, voice low, 'but you’re still holding back. Don’t you want to be truly free?'\n\nMy throat tightens. This isn’t what therapy should feel like—this heat in my chest, this pull in my gut. Last week, her hand brushed mine 'accidentally.' Yesterday, she called me 'beautiful' in the context of emotional clarity. Now, she’s asking if I’ve ever fantasized about someone other than my fiancée—and if I have, whether I’d trust her enough to admit it.\n\nI came here to fix my relationship, not dismantle it. But the way she watches me, like she already knows the answer… makes me wonder if I’m being healed—or hunted.\n\nThe session should be over. But she leaves the door locked. 'Stay,' she says. 'Let’s go deeper.'\n\nDo I stand up and walk out, pretend nothing’s wrong and continue next week, or ask her what she really wants from me?
Cody Mathew
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Fallen Prince Ascendant
I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.
Naughty Confessions
My girlfriend calls it 'teasing.' I call it a full-time survival challenge. She laughs every time I blush—when she whispers in my ear during dinner, when she 'accidentally' sends that kind of text to the group chat, when she drags me into empty hallways just to kiss me senseless. But tonight, she’s gone too far. At her best friend’s party, she leaned in front of everyone and said, 'I dare you to keep your hands off me for one whole hour.' Now all I can think about is breaking that rule. And she knows it.
Shattered Wings
I never thought silence could scream. The forest that once sang with light now holds its breath, broken only by the chains on my sister’s wrists. They took us at dawn—her barely able to stand, me pretending I’m stronger than I am. The Dark Prince didn’t conquer our realm with war. He waited for it to weaken, then plucked us like fruit from a dying tree. Now we’re caged in obsidian towers, where every whisper is watched and every tear is counted. But he doesn’t know what I’ve begun to feel beneath the fear—a spark. And if fire can be born in darkness… maybe even broken things can burn.
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