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?I didn’t come here for her. I came for answers. The transmission played my sister’s voice saying, ‘Find her before the red tide rises.’ Then static. Now I’m crouched behind a collapsed monorail, watching her dance barefoot on a broken observation deck, the ocean roaring below like a starving beast. Her hair whips in the wind, soaked through, clinging to skin that glows faintly—some kind of bio-mod? Or something worse? She stops suddenly, head tilting, like she hears me. Maybe she does. My comms crackle: ‘Extraction window closes in 17 minutes. Do not engage.’ But she’s turning now, locking eyes with me. And the rain… it’s slowing. Dropping in perfect silence around her. My pulse hammers. If I move, she sees me. If I don’t, the storm swallows this whole block by dawn.
Do I reveal myself, knowing she might be the reason everything’s falling apart?
Hively Zoin
works: 16
Blood Sisters
I never meant to steal her power. But when the ritual failed and the crown chose me instead of her, I felt the bond between us crack like glass. Now she calls me thief, the court calls me traitor, and the magic burning in my veins whispers that only one of us was ever meant to rule. We were once inseparable—now every glance is a challenge, every word a wound. The throne isn’t what divides us. It’s the truth we’ve both been hiding.
WayToLove
You feel the weight of every unspoken word between you and Alex—the way their laughter catches when they're nervous, how your pulse jumps when their hand brushes yours. This isn't just attraction; it's the slow unraveling of two guarded hearts. You've both been hurt before. But here, now, something is shifting. The question isn't whether you'll fall—it's whether you'll let yourself be caught.
Heartbeat After Midnight
You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded train platform, then a shared umbrella in the rain. But every time we get close, something pulls us apart. This isn’t just attraction. It’s inevitability. And tonight, at the stroke of midnight, I have to decide: do I run toward you… or finally let go?
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