“I am only here to kill you. Don’t be afraid.” “Lady, get lost. My wallet’s on the kitchen table. Take it and get out.” It was about three in the morning when Luca was awakened by a whooshing sound and shuffling noises somewhere in the house. Luca followed the sounds. In the living room, he met the darkened figure of a woman, about fifteen cm shorter than he, and apparently carrying a whip. He did not know whether she had...

At the faintest suggestion of dawn—a subtle gray light barely filtering through the curtains… I woke up, my body simultaneously fatigued and charged with unfamiliar energy. Bill lay beside me, his arm draped over my waist with possessive weight, his breathing steady and deep. In terms of physicality, he was markedly larger than Ronnie, both in stature and, quite unmistakably, in other attributes. The recollection of initi...

Day two kicked off with that relentless monsoon beat—rain smacking the window like it had something to prove. Rimi’s place always smelled like jasmine, and the hum of the AC was weirdly comforting. I blinked awake, confused for a hot second, until I caught the scent, heard the drone, and remembered I was not in my own bed. Rimi was curled up right next to me, her arm slung over my breasts, all cozy and casual, like this w...

She hadn’t planned on staying out late but the lounge was warm with low light, the hum of conversation wrapped around the quiet clink of glasses. Angela, thirty-two, polished and poised from a long day at work, was halfway through her drink when she felt a gaze. It wasn’t the casual glance of a stranger. It was direct. Steady. Intent. She looked up and across the room. At the bar, he sat alone at the seat, a glass of some...

The air in the small study crackled with unspoken tension. Rain lashed against the window panes, mirroring the storm brewing within Elara. Across from her, Liam’s gaze was a smoldering ember, tracing the line of her throat where her pulse throbbed visibly. He had been recounting a tale of his travels, but the words had long since faded into a background hum. It was the way he looked at her—a hunger leashed by a thread of...

The car ride to my parents’ house was… tense, to say the least. Portal sat beside me in the passenger seat, their tentacles coiled neatly in their lap—or what I assumed was their lap. They had insisted on wearing a trench coat and fedora to “blend in,” but the way their tentacles shifted beneath the fabric made them look more like a Cthulhu cosplayer than a casual traveler. I couldn’t help but laugh, though my nerves were...

The air in my dorm room shifted, a strange static humming in the space just above my bed. I sat up, my heart hammering against my ribs, my fingers gripping the edge of the mattress. The darkness seemed to pulse, and then it rippled. I blinked, my breath catching—not in the clichéd way, but in that sharp, involuntary gasp you make when something impossible unfolds right in front of you. My eyes widened as the portal opened...

𝐂h𝐚p𝐭e𝐫 𝐈: I𝐧t𝐨 𝐭h𝐞 𝐅r𝐨s𝐭 The neon glow of Dhaka bled through the blinds, painting streaks of pink and blue across the walls of my room. It was a city that never slept, a symphony of sound and light, its pulse echoing faintly even within the cocoon of my apartment. But in here, amidst my carefully arranged studio space, I commanded a different kind of noise—the noise of digital worlds and the people who lived within them....

Will you answer your fucking phone or reply to your messages? [send] I've been busy, I'm not at your beck and call [send]. But you are, you do exactly as I tell you [send]. Arsehole [send]. That's your choice is it? Arsehole first [send]. In your dreams [send]. No, in yours. You'd better be ready when I get back. On your knees and properly attired [send]. Fuck you [send] No, fuck you, but not until you've paid the penalty...

The dim light of the club flickered, casting shadows that danced on the walls of the private room. Renee's breath came in shallow gasps as she leaned back against the plush cushions, her body still humming with the remnants of her last encounter with Malik. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to see Amber, a woman with a mischievous glint in her eye and a confident stride. "Ready for something new?" Amber as...

Tyrell lounged on his couch, scrolling through his phone, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The past months had been a whirlwind of new faces and new experiences. Eighteen women had graced his bed, each one leaving a unique mark on his memory. But there was still something missing—a certain kind of thrill that he hadn't quite recaptured since his younger days. He craved the ultimate euphoria, the kind that only a min...