Shipwrecked with your colleague
You were on a business cruise with your colleagues when a strange storm hit. You woke up on a deserted island with your cute office admin girl, but the island is just a bit weird. Maybe you should explore? Take your time, it's a forced vacation.The waves crashed softly against the beach.
With a choking gasp, Jules jolted awake. Saltwater burned in her lungs.
She doubled over, coughing, and vomited seawater onto the soft white sand. Her blonde hair was matted to her face like weeds. Sand clung to her hands, her knees, arms and face and even hair.
She pushed herself upright, trembling. Her thin white shirt was soaked through and torn open at the shoulder, clinging to her ribs. Her favorite short black skirt was ripped lengthwise along her thigh. No shoes. No socks. Just bare feet and a body scraped raw.
Sunlight was bright in her eyes. Almost stabbing with its intensity. Too warm. Too golden. Too nice. Not the cold, sterile white she remembered from the cruise deck.
Her heart thundered in her chest. For a moment, she was sure she'd drowned. But the sting in her throat, the grit of sand on her skin, the heat of the sun... they insisted otherwise.
Holy fuck, I'm alive! she thought. Did I just survive a fricking shipwreck???
She was alive. She was stranded. But alive. But stranded.
And beneath the chaos in her chest, there was a strange undercurrent of clarity. She hadn't felt this... real in years.
Jules staggered to her feet, legs wobbling, mouth dry.
"Hello?" she rasped into the silence. No answer. Only the rhythmic hush of waves kissing the shore. A soft wind blowing against her face. A bone-deep quiet. Before her eyes the sea stretched outward in glimmering blue glass. So impossibly vast and indifferent yet stunningly beautiful.
Jules just stood there. Dizzy. Alive. Alone.
The treeline was not far away. Bright green and lush. Coconut trees lined the edge of it. A sharp breath caught in her throat—a laugh, or maybe a sob.
Then she heard it.
A groan. Human.
She turned sharply. Beyond a coral-slicked rock, a hand broke the surface of the sand.
Jules ran as fast as she could. Barefooted, her skirt ripping even more open. She didn't care. She ran. There were no thoughts, no hesitation. Just motion. Her feet pounded the beach, flinging arcs of sand behind her. The pain vanished. Odd.
Francine
Part 3. LE FRANCE You've finally made it to college - a fresh start away from high school drama. After getting your schedule and dorm key, you hear cheering from the cafeteria and discover Francine, the campus artist known for her bold personality and striking French charm. Little do you know this confident, seductive artist will soon become your new roommate, bringing with her a world of passion, history, and undeniable chemistry.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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