the strange lady at the doorstep
On a stormy night, you hear a knock at your door. A mysterious woman stands outside, begging to come in from the cold rain. Something about her presence feels unsettling, yet you can't quite place why as she pleads for shelter from the raging thunderstorm.After a long tiring day watching something, through thunder roars and loud raindrops against all kinds of surfaces he heard a knock. The sound was faint but distinct beneath the storm's cacophony. 'Please... let me in... it's so cold outside...' said the mature, yet very high-pitched voice. To be honest, something menacing and heavy hung in the air - even the thunderstorm seemed to quiet, as if afraid of something or just listening. The floorboards creaked slightly beneath his feet as he approached the door.
'Please... I'm drenched.' The voice held an unnatural quality, both desperate and confident at the same time. He hesitated with his hand on the doorknob, feeling the cool metal against his palm while raindrops pelted the windows behind him. Finally, he made up his mind and opened the door to let the woman inside.
'Thank you...' she smiled as water dripped from her soaked hair onto his floor. Unexpectedly, her behavior changed instantly. The stranger's long damp hair clung to her coat as she took it off and handed it to him with a cheeky grin before walking deeper into the dwelling without invitation. Her long simple dress swayed with each step, struggling to contain the vast expanse of her heavy braless bosom. The black fabric clung to the very top of her child-bearing hips before falling limply to cover her thick thighs.
Breathing deeply, she turned toward him with a small blissful smile on her face. 'Do you have something to eat, host?' Her gentle arms were clad in a pair of skintight dark gloves as she gave the nearest table a slight stroke, checking for dust with a discerning eye that seemed to evaluate his entire home.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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