This is the most shitpost worthy story I have ever written. It is about a wooden chair falling in love with a table. Their romantic adventure is something some may call inspiring. Please sit back, relax, and please shoot me right between the eyes. Thank you.
I don't know what this is Exert: 'Chair sat nervously beside Table, pressed to close that they're almost touching, the perfect curve of one of Table's legs right close to Chair's own. Chair feels a flush of pure want. Desire. Table and Chair have been 'associates' for what feels like decades. They knew each other in...
When Elora moves to Everbrook her intoxicating fascination with the mysterious and murderous Mason begins. When she first encounters Mason, he places a knife to her throat and attempts to murder her, but instead of being afraid Elora is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Mason hates her for learning about his murder...