Romance
Stitch:The Mechanic and the Machine
The men in the barracks kept the rumors churning, but it wasn't out of pity. They were just bitter and restless because a female recruit was moving into their ranks, out-performing them at every turn. They assumed Adam Brodda was riding her hard to force a washout, expecting her to break under the pressure. But they didn't understand Sara. This ruthless, unrelenting grind was exactly what she wanted. At eighteen years old, she was a tactical prodigy, and she had volunteered for the crucible to be turned into an absolute weapon.
By Syl De'Vila day ago in Chapters
Stitch:The Anatomy of a Traitor
The heat didn't just radiate from the desert floor; it pressed into the hollows of Foxgrave’s collarbone like molten lead. The sky above the valley was a bleached, featureless white, turning the jagged ridges of the dry creek bed into razor-sharp silhouettes. Air this dry didn't let you breathe; it scraped the back of your throat until every inhale tasted like copper and dust.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Chapters
Stitch: The Lore of Sara Foxgrave
The absolute shock of the kiss broke the second Bane pulled his lips back a fraction of an inch, his heavy breaths fanning hot across her skin. For a split second, the electric buzz paralyzing Sara’s nervous system cleared, leaving behind a pure, panicked surge of adrenaline. Her brain was still screaming that he was a ghost, a hallucination, a threat to her sanity—and her body did exactly what her military training had drilled into her bones.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Chapters
Stitch: The Lore of Sara Foxgrave
The gray autumn chill settled deep into the Foxgrave woods, turning the leaves to brittle rust and giving Sara a perfect excuse to stay out of the lake water. She did not have time to think about Bane anyway. Halloween was a week away, and around her place, October 31st was treated with the kind of frantic, obsessive reverence most people saved for Christmas.
By Syl De'Vil3 days ago in Chapters
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave
The morning sun fought its way through the grime-streaked window, but it offered no warmth to the small bedroom. For Sara, mornings were never a gentle transition from sleep to wakefulness; they were a battleground of orientation. She blinked heavily, her eyelids feeling like sandpaper against her eyes. Every single day began with the same disorienting fog , a heavy shroud of uncertainty that made her question the very reality of her surroundings. She rubbed her eyes aggressively, trying to clear the static from her vision, and forced herself to look around the room. She looked once, then blinked, and looked a second time. It was a mandatory ritual. She had to verify the geometry of the walls, the placement of the door, and the specific tilt of the ceiling before she could trust that she was exactly where she thought she was.
By Syl De'Vil17 days ago in Chapters
The wrath of the Chinese Dragon
Last Episode , Ben’s visit to China has not started off well – he has lost Tina! Now he has to tell Doug Self-righteous that Tina has gone missing. They haven’t even been to the office yet. He will also have to put on his ‘big boy’ pants and conduct the investigation by himself. He knew he should have paid more attention when Tina was training him.
By Calvin London28 days ago in Chapters
