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  • Wild Romance "Rules Tere, Control Mera" 🔥  by prernapareva9
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    Story description of Velvet Trap in bold, bold WhatsApp-style language - short, sexy & thrilling: --- 📲💥 Velvet Trap - Story Ki Kahani 💥 Ek secret app... ek dare... aur ek awaaz jo sirf control chaahti hai 😈 Aarav - jo hamesha game ka player tha - ab khud kisi aur ke game mein phans gaya hai 💔 Blindfolded... collared... tied. Uske rules ab uske nahi hai. Bas ek unknown voice - seductive, dangerous & dominating 🔥 ⚠️ "No naam, no face, bas commands aur punishment." Aarav ke liye yeh raat nahi, ek trap ban jaati hai... Velvet Trap - jahan lust, control aur obsession ka asli khel chalu hota hai 👀💋 ---
  • The Rest That Was Not In Peace by loveforbooks333
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    A lone woman inherits a forgotten palace deep in the desert. The air is thick with silence, the halls heavy with memory. In the east wing waits a bed-untouched, undisturbed, unwelcoming. Every night, the same time. Every night, the same presence. The walls whisper. The mirrors delay. The past lingers. Dreams bleed into waking hours. She tries to make sense of what's real... and what isn't. But the palace is not what it seems. And neither is she. Some places don't let you leave the way you came. This is one shot story . #WITWContest
  • THE DREAM IN REALITY.  by KayleenHannah
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    She woke up in blood-but it wasn't a dream. One night, a woman finds herself inside a church... then crawling across ceilings, draining the lives of innocent people. When she wakes up, she's not in her bed-but on her farm, surrounded by 300 dead chickens and a crimson-soaked nightdress. Taken by scientists, chained with strangers, and treated for a possession no one understands... she demands the truth. What they reveal is older than evil. It's not a curse. It's not madness. It's Mist-and it's alive. Now she's free. But she isn't the same. The beast didn't die. It obeys her. > "I don't twitch. I don't growl. I don't lunge. I choose when. I choose who. I choose how." Will she ever be the same again? Or is this just the beginning?