On the Fourth Floor | Short Story

On the Fourth Floor | Short Story

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., mai 28, 2026
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Fiction
Romance
Tranche de Vie
Feu qui Couve
Amour Prédestiné
| From afar, the sky is filled with stars. In reality, they couldn't be farther apart. Yet, when we speak about love, we call people "star-crossed lovers". Does it mean they are fated to be together? Or fated to orbit each other from afar? | In which a shopkeeper sends Her to return some money that was never His to begin with.
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Title: THE ENIGMA'S DEBT Blurb: He paid the Devil for a night of pleasure. Now the Devil has come to collect. Julian Romanov is the "Ice Prince" of Russia. Arrogant. Untouchable. And secretly dying. To the world, he is a ruthless Alpha heir. In reality, he is an abused Omega hiding his nature with illegal suppressants that are slowly poisoning his blood. One night of freedom in Italy led to the biggest mistake of his life. He slept with a stranger, left a stack of cash on the nightstand to insult him, and ran away before dawn. He thought he would never see the man again. He was wrong. The stranger was Luciano Rossi-the most feared Enigma in Europe. A man who doesn't forgive insults. And he has just arrived in Moscow to sign a deal with Julian's family. Luciano doesn't want ports. He doesn't want weapons. He pulls a crumpled, blood-stained bill out of his pocket and smiles. "You treated me like a whore, Julian. You thought you could pay for my time?" Luciano leans in, his Enigma scentm suffocating the room. "Keep your money. I'm going to take something else. I'm going to own you until you beg me to stop."

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