Within Bounds

Within Bounds

  • WpView
    Reads 114
  • WpVote
    Votes 50
  • WpPart
    Parts 18
WpMetadataReadOngoing2h 22m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 6, 2025
No one knows Einar, nor her work Yet she still strives to being the best, motivated by her father's motto But doubt begins to take hold, and so does vengeance... How can you love or even want to work for those who have done nothing but injustice to you? Prompted to travel, and to exploration by the sudden appearance of a life-threatening mystery and a long history of doomed expeditioners Einar and team embark on an adventure to uncover that the world is not all it seems...
All Rights Reserved
#995
identity
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • His mistress
  • The Price of Innocence
  • OBSESSION. too personal
  • 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢
  • Why me?!
  • 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
  • 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧
  • Love In The Shadow (18+ | Litmatch Lovestory)
  • Taboo Descendants: The Unlikely Heroes (Book I)

Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines