"You think I don't care about you?" he murmurs. "You think I don't feel anything?" "I-Noel-" His voice is low enough to weaken me. "I feel everything when it comes to you. That's the fucking problem." My breath catches in my throat. He leans in-not to kiss me. Just close enough for his forehead to brush mine, his voice a whisper meant only for me. "So believe whatever you want about me... but don't ever mistake this-" his eyes flicker to my lips "-for a fuck toy". They say the truth is hidden in plain sight. But in this story, every answer leads to a deeper question, and every trusted voice carries a quiet lie. lily swears there telling her everything-yet there's something is missing, just out of reach Read Closely. Not all facts are fiction, and not all fiction stays on the page.

"𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅?" She's got a driver that's never late. So what happens the one day he is? Yasmin Armani is quiet, brilliant, and never one to seek attention. Just a fourth year medical student at one of the country's most prestigious private universities. And she's never had to wait for her driver. Until today. A two hour delay turns a seemingly ordinary evening into a waking nightmare. A disturbing run in with a man from her past spirals into a terrifying detour, and Yasmin finds herself stuck between the walls of something far darker than she could have ever imagined. From twisted obsessions to haunting secrets, and unlikely protectors, Yasmin must survive not just the evening, but the aftermath of it. Because some flowers weren't meant to be picked, and some people simply didn't take no for an answer. A psychological thriller short story by Ramzii Omari, based on a dream. Updates are on Mondays and Thursdays. © 2025 • R. Omari. 1/124 stories in #kaftan on 24th of August 2025 2/255 stories in #somali on 15th of September 2025

Lilah Hunter doesn't blur lines. As a sharp-tongued corporate lawyer with a ruthless work ethic and a closet full of control, she's has learnt to build her entire life on boundaries, no one gets inside her armor. And definitely not an arrogant, charming billionaire. Theo Grey. Infuriatingly confident, dangerously observant, and hellbent on pushing her buttons. With just a glance, he can unravel the cool, confident woman she's worked so hard to become. He drives her insane... yet she can't seem to escape the way he makes her feel. . . . Then punish me, Lilah," he whispered, low, deliberate, sinful. My name rolled off his tongue like it was made for my lips alone. Heat pooled deep inside me. My mind teetered on the edge of surrender. A dangerous idea struck. I tilted my head, eyes locked on his, and let my fingers drift over his forearm- the one resting on my thigh. Featherlight, I traced up to his bicep, over the curve of his neck, and finally let the back of my hand brush his cheek. My thumb traced over his bottom lip in a slow, deliberate caress. His gaze followed, wide, hungry, submitting under my touch. "Do I plan on punishing you, Grey?" I murmured, letting my voice drip with false innocence. I bit my lower lip, slow enough for him to notice, and held his eyes while I did it. He seized my wrist with his free hand, fingers strong and possessive. His eyes flicked to my mouth, back to my eyes, then back down again. Every lean forward, every shift of his body screamed that he wanted more. Needed more.

"Been checking out some sex dolls lately, have you?" Connelly teased Marlene. "I have. I'm a kink monster too. I get it from daddy," she added, a hand massaging his cheek as she kissed him. "I hate the daddy thing," Connelly said, wincing. "But I like this! Are you ordering your guy with clothes too?" "I am. This face here is cute! Sweatpants and a hoodie, I think I'll go with. Maybe a buzzcut..." She briefly touched up her avatar's chin with a bit of facial hair and gave him dark brown eyes. "Not a sterotypical girl-magnet type guy," Connelly commented as she kept customizing. "Red hoodie, white sneakers... I thought you'd go more for the book cover type dudes." "Oh, that's a good idea!" she said. "Ada reads those a lot. Actually she wants me to read them too. Maybe I will to give me some more doll ideas." "I'll read it with you if you like", he told her. "We wanna really nail Ada's dream guy for her. She'll be over the moon when we show him to her!" "Yes, she will. Thank you for being open." She kissed his mouth before continuing, clicking to save her customizations. "So! One doll for her, and two for me, I think. Fifteen hundred apiece", she read the price aloud. "That's not too bad, is it?" AI powered sex dolls become a reality when a cutting-edge tool is discovered. But having your sexual kink and eating it out too proves to be difficult for Connelly, Marlene, and Ada Wong as the lifelike dolls turn out to be more human than even humans! Moral dilemmas interfere, and the lines between Artificial Life and Biological life are blurred as the creations possess real thoughts, emotions and desires... some of them proving to be just as horny and kinky as our own!

Kai Parker was banished to a prison world by his father on May 10th 1994 after brutally murdering his siblings and enduring psychological and emotional abuse from his family. Or should I say coven?

{Book 1} Cassidy Gilbert and Damon Salvatore were no more than a second too late to return from the other side in the midst of its collapse, dooming them to a tragic death alongside the infamous Bennett witch. Little did they know, it wasn't the last they'd see of Mystic Falls. A witch with no magic, a lovesick tribrid, and an agitated vampire are stuck living the same day on repeat in a 1994 prison world. That sounds like the start of a terrible joke, wouldn't you agree? {The Vampire Diaries • Season 6} {Kai Parker} -© ashleylon 2016