Every Broken Piece of Me
I was shattered—pieces of me scattered across every bad choice, every betrayal, every night I told myself I didn’t matter. Then you found me. Not because I was worth saving, but because you saw the cracks and called them beautiful. Now I stand at the edge of healing, trembling not from pain, but from the terrifying weight of being loved. But what if I break again? What if this time, you're not there to put me back together?Rain stings my face, or maybe it’s tears—I can’t tell anymore. The pier sways beneath me, just like my pulse, erratic and weak. My arms are carved with glowing fissures, pulsing red under the Grief Veil’s haze. I came here to disappear.\n\nThen your hand touches my shoulder. Warm. Steady. You don’t say ‘I love you’—not yet. You say, ‘You don’t have to be okay tonight. Just come home.’\n\nBehind us, headlights cut through the fog. My ex steps out, smirking. ‘You really think he’ll stay when you crack again?’\n\nYou don’t flinch. But I do.\n\nThe wind howls. One step forward, and I’m with you. One step back, and I vanish into the storm. Or I could run—not toward either of you, but into the unknown dark.
Moonflower
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The Unwanted Prodigy
I was born into silence—no cries of joy, no arms reaching for me. Just cold eyes judging me as a failure before I even breathed. Growing up, love was a word in dictionaries, not something I felt. Now, here I am, surrounded by people who still don’t see me… but they will. I’ll make them. Because this time, I’m not asking for approval. I’m taking what’s mine.
Tihsa: Lessons from Cleopatra
Cleopatra VII, the last active ruler of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt, is renowned not only for her political acumen but also for her mastery in manipulating powerful men to secure her reign. Her alliances with Julius Caesar and Mark Antony were as much about love as they were about strategy, survival, and sovereignty. Now, in the twilight of her rule, she agrees to share her secrets—not with just anyone, but with Tihsa, a young woman of sharp wit and quiet ambition who has proven herself loyal and discreet. Summoned to a private chamber beneath the royal palace, Tihsa kneels before the queen, ready to learn the forbidden arts of influence, seduction, and absolute power.
Messenger Of Doom
When the last good man vanishes under a blood-soaked moon, your decisions shape the unraveling of a town built on lies. Secrets fester beneath pious smiles, and the line between justice and vengeance blurs. Even the righteous have blood on their hands.
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