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Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 10
Chapter 10, Are you ready to read? Dive into the latest installment of Roots and Romance. New to Roots and Romance Series ? Start here at Chapter 1.
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the post box. AI-Generated.
In a world where words were the only currency that mattered, Eva's life was a testament to the power of love. As a letter writer, she poured her heart and soul into every sentence, every phrase, every word. But none of them were ever meant for him.
By Favour Victor 2 years ago in Fiction
The last memory . AI-Generated.
As Maya and Lena dug deeper, they discovered that the conspiracy went far beyond a simple memory theft. It was a complex web of deceit and manipulation that reached the highest levels of society.
By Favour Victor 2 years ago in Fiction
The last memory. AI-Generated.
Maya's heart raced as she made her way to Club Europa. She had no idea what to expect, but she was determined to protect her memories. As she entered the club, she was immediately struck by the eerie atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and desperation.
By Favour Victor 2 years ago in Fiction
The last memory . AI-Generated.
Synopsis: In a world where memories can be implanted, edited, and even stolen, a young woman named Maya discovers that her last memory of her deceased loved one is being threatened. She must navigate a complex web of memory thieves and black marketeers to protect her most precious recollection.
By Favour Victor 2 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Night
I loved her. I couldn't help it. I was desperate that night. It reduced me to becoming a voyeur. Just a little peek. She was beautiful as a bride and I desired her intensely as always. When I saw them leave the reception, I followed. After this, I vowed, I would stop and put her behind me.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Burst
"I don't love you anymore." They were sat in a beer garden. Around them, the raucous laughter of summer-saturated groups, dressed in pastels and wearing sunglasses, like a golden advert for glorious life. Small children raced past, dodging through adults like they were pixies in a forest of tall trees, taking no care and screaming the wild screams of the unmoderated. Someone had a bubble gun and small rainbow-veiled spheres glided by, wobbling slightly as the light summer breeze propelled them.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Spirits of Healing
In the heart of the city, where the bustling streets gave way to quiet alleys and ancient stone buildings, Layla hurried through the narrow lanes toward the holy quarter. The night enveloped her in a cool embrace, the moon casting a silvery glow over the cobblestones. She clutched a small vial of water tightly against her chest, each step echoing softly in the stillness.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
First Love Game
I. The Playground's Call Sun-drenched swings creaked a symphony of joy, Laughter echoed, a melody for every girl and boy.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
Returning Her Love
Act I: The Unraveling The scent of lavender lingered in the air, a cruel echo of happier times. Ethan stood in the doorway of their once shared bedroom, the stark emptiness a mirror to the hollow ache in his chest. Sarah's side of the bed was meticulously made, a final act of defiance before the storm. Her suitcase lay open on the floor, a gaping maw swallowing the remnants of their life together.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
Roots and Romance - A Fight for Nature and Love – Chapter 9
Ready to read Chapter 9 or new to the series? We've got you covered! Chapter 1 here for beginners, Chapter 9 for continuing reader
By Kingsley Gomes, PhD.2 years ago in Fiction
She / Rose
In a garden where beauty unfolds, Stands she, the rose, in petals of gold. Graceful and proud, she dances with light, A symphony of colors, in morning's delight.Her scent, a whisper, soft on the breeze, A tale of love, whispered to trees. Each petal a poem, each thorn a tale, Of resilience in bloom, when storms assail.She, the rose, in garden's embrace, A beacon of elegance, a portrait of grace. In dew-kissed mornings, she opens her heart, To the world's wonders, a masterpiece of art.Through seasons she flourishes, in sun's warm embrace, And even in winter, a memory of grace. For she is a symbol, of love's sweet repose, A timeless reminder, of how beauty grows.In gardens she lingers, a queen in repose, She, the rose, where poetry flows. Her essence endures, in tales yet untold, She, the rose, a story of love and bold.---
By Nancy 2 years ago in Fiction