Fiction

A Messy Start
*Adult content advised* Mikaela slips off her skirt, and there’s an understandable hitch in my breath as she exposes her long, smooth legs. I lift my eyes slowly, taking in her beauty as best as a mere mortal like me can. My eyes catch on her naked breasts. My god, she’s beautiful. I can’t believe I’m standing shirtless in front of an almost naked Mikaela, in her apartment. She’s left in nothing but her pink laced underwear that I want to rip off with my teeth, if only I dared to move. I’m so aroused, I’m like a bottle rocket of sexual energy capped off, waiting to erupt. I don’t know how we got here. I honestly can’t remember anything that’s happened in my life before this moment, and I don’t care.
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 182
The heights of the Wilmington skyscraper never bothered "Entrepreneur Paul” Atkinson. He sat relaxed in jeans and a light jacket. Across from him sat the mayor, Collier Brightfellow. He wore a gray suit with gold buttons. His mouth remained slightly opened and he rubbed his hands together.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 181
Barrymore’s office looked tidy enough. He was slim in his face with a belly that protruded slightly over his belt. He stood at five feet eight inches. He stretched out a hand for Loreen to grasp.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz - Part 5
The estate no longer shimmered with illusion, it sagged under its own truth. What had once been gilded grandeur was now bone and rot, memory stripped of its polish. Faded roses wilted in the garden below, their petals unmoved by wind, for even the air no longer pretended to flow. The sky was not night nor dawn, but something between, a lavender-hued stasis where stars drifted like silt.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Billion-Dollar Industry That Profits from Your Loneliness
Loneliness is a silent epidemic. Despite living in the most connected era in human history, millions of people feel more isolated than ever. But while loneliness destroys mental and physical health, a shadowy industry is quietly turning it into a goldmine.
By shoaib khanabout a year ago in Chapters
Through the Distant Universe Chapter 0 - Where it all began. AI-Generated.
I stood in the middle of a room, alien as a dream, where every cell of my body screamed in pain—sharp, searing, as if my bones had been split apart. The blow that should have shattered my spine pulsed beneath my ribs, reverberating with a dull echo. I remembered the ship: the crack of metal, the blinding light, the cold steel piercing my flesh. I waited for the end. But it didn't come.
By Einorabout a year ago in Chapters
This Is Not a Love Story
This is not a love story. It doesn’t begin with roses or whispered promises. There’s no hand-holding under moonlight, no fairytale ending. This is a story of a girl who forgot how to breathe, and learned again without anyone noticing. This is about the kind of healing that doesn’t look beautiful — the kind that’s silent, raw, and lonely.
By Nazim Aliabout a year ago in Chapters
Best Friends, Broken Roads. AI-Generated.
### **Chapter 1: The Inseparable Duo** Lena and Mira had been best friends since third grade, when Lena had defended Mira from a bully who stole her lunch. From that day on, they were inseparable—two halves of a whole. They shared everything: secrets, dreams, even the same worn-out copy of *The Secret Garden*, which they read under the oak tree in Lena’s backyard.
By Mamoon Munaeemabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 180
The gym space rivaled those of public ones. Loreen had machines and workout stations and a sauna. She stretched. On arms and back day, she committed to the cause of ensuring that she maximized her exercise routines. Then her phone vibrated.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
The Gravedancer’s Waltz - Part 4
The ballroom burned with moonlight. Not firelight, not candlelight, moonlight, bright and cold and wrong. It poured in through the fractured windowpanes like liquid memory, and wherever it touched, time unraveled. The chandeliers melted upward. Tables elongated. Violin strings snapped themselves back into tune, and the waltz played with aching clarity, notes like blades.
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Chapters
"The Kingdom Without a Name". AI-Generated.
The Kingdom Without a Name: Lost to Time, Bound by Fate Chapter One: The Marked One The mist came every morning in Brinmere. It rolled over the hills like a living memory, ancient and restless. Villagers swore it was harmless—just weather—but they never strayed into it. Not past the old standing stones. Not east.
By Khazar khayamabout a year ago in Chapters
An End of Gods & Dust: ACT V
“Courage is the strength in the face of knowledge of what is to be feared or hoped. Wisdom is prudent strength.” - Atul Gawande
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Chapters