Twin Blades Entwined
Our blades move as one—because our hearts beat as one. On the war-torn plains of Vorthax, where empires bleed and legends die, we are the last of the Twin Sentinels. They say love has no place in battle. But they’ve never seen us fight. Every parry, every strike, is a whisper of devotion forged in fire. Now, the High Inquisitor demands we choose: betray each other… or burn the world that dares to tear us apart.Rain stings my face as I spin, blade carving through the air just in time to deflect a plasma bolt aimed at her back. Lyra doesn’t flinch—she trusts me that completely.\n\nOur enemies close in, forming a jagged ring around us on the shattered bridge. The air hums with the energy of their weapons, but all I hear is her breath, synced with mine. We’ve fought a hundred battles like this. But this time, the High Inquisitor’s voice booms from above, offering a deal: one of us surrenders, and the other walks free.\n\nLyra’s eyes meet mine, fierce and wet. 'Don’t you dare,' she whispers. 'I won’t live in a world without you.'\n\nThe ultimatum hangs like a guillotine. Do we break our bond to survive? Or do we fight—together—knowing it might kill us both?
Hively Zoin
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Beautiful Disaster
The first time I saw her, she was standing on the edge of the world—literally. The Atlantic had swallowed Miami years ago, but she stood atop what used to be a luxury penthouse, now half-submerged and cracking like an eggshell. Wind tore at her dress, wild as the storm brewing behind her eyes. She wasn’t running from the flood. She was daring it to come closer. And me? I was supposed to evacuate this zone days ago. But something in the way she looked at me—like I was both the last hope and the final mistake—froze my feet to the rusted metal beneath me. Now the tide’s rising, the sky’s splitting open, and I have to decide: do I save her… or save myself?
LoveSoDeep
I still feel your heartbeat against mine, even though you're gone. They told me it was just a chemical storm in my brain, that love like ours couldn't last—but they don’t know how we rewrote each other’s souls. You left without a word, vanishing into the rain like a forgotten dream, yet every breath I take is haunted by the way you whispered my name. Now I’ve found the letter hidden in your old coat, sealed with wax and trembling ink. Do I open it and risk unraveling everything? Or carry this ache forever, knowing some loves are too deep to survive the light?
My Heart Belongs To You
I can still feel the echo of your voice in my ribs, even after everything. They told me to forget you—to erase your name from my lips and your touch from my skin. But every heartbeat whispers back the same truth: I chose you. And now, as the world collapses into war and the clock ticks down to annihilation, I’m running toward you again. Not because I have to. Because I can’t imagine a future where I don’t.
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