Plot Twist
Worth The Wait Part8
Monica sat quietly in the back seat for a few moments longer after Crystal drove away with who she presumed to be Cane. She adjusted her skirt and slowly crawled into the driver’s seat. Letting out a deep sigh, followed by a bitter chuckle, she shook her head. It wasn’t surprising, really—she always seemed to want things she couldn’t have. Why should this be any different?
By Crystal Caneabout a year ago in Chapters
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How unfathomable is the beauty of existence! Every roadblock, every rejection, every end and every not so plausible moment is the beginning of something new, some beautiful reality that can turn every bitter ounce of mortality into an insightful lesson learned,
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Don't Leave Me Hanging. Content Warning.
Lord, I prayed, please protect my girls from these evil men chasing us. Don't let Frank take them after I'm gone. Let them live with Gigi. She'll protect them and love them. I'm sorry for all I've done wrong in my life. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive...
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
Love in the Digital Age
Chapter 1: The Meet-Cute The city was alive with the hum of morning activity, a symphony of honking cars, murmuring crowds, and the occasional shrill whistle of a street vendor. Emma Parker, hunched over her laptop at a corner table of the bustling coffee shop, tapped away furiously at the keyboard. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of pastries from the counter. Her fingers danced across the keys, lost in the rhythm of code and caffeine.
By Precious Ezeabout a year ago in Chapters
Copy and paste (chapter 1). AI-Generated.
I spoke a lot about weaponry back then. The lone soldier who resided with the elderly woman was named Alex. It was unknown if they had a relationship. I would watch Alex from our balcony on Friday afternoons, thinking what a waste of manpower he was, cleaning his short barrel M-16 in the sun, smoking, and sweating for an hour or two while wearing boxer shorts and an undershirt.I first became aware of it when I overheard him speaking on the phone. He claimed that the IDF was the nation's largest whorehouse and that everyone was swarming around one another, including male officers and female soldiers, female commanders and male ones, and male commanders male and female leaders, as well as male leaders amongst themselves. Tall and fair, Alex exuded a haughty Russian air. The light gleamed on his pale, hairy legs, and the shadow under his armpits evoked recollections of bygone times, when the army tent floor was covered in crumpled newspapers with lipstick ads from basic training. Everything was worked out for me, down the last detail. Alex sat on the oil-stained railing for hours as I spent hours on the balcony with the door closed behind us. The elderly woman had attempted to clean the railing but was never able to remove the stains. Other than the elderly woman, Alex has no relatives in Israel. My kin was only
By Happy Secondiabout a year ago in Chapters
Should We Meet Again
"Can your friends drive you and your daughter to the hospital so they can make sure she doesn't have any hidden injuries? I would ordinarily do that, but all units are at an apartment blaze and I have to look for the black truck before he gets too far. Are you sure you can't remember the make?" The Trooper asked.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
