Lahat ng Kabanata ng Through Realms Of Sins(Short Stories): Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 165

A few weeks later, it was just… normal. Taylor showed up at Greg’s house three, sometimes four times a week. Always with some flimsy excuse, “left my charger,” “need that book I lent Jake,” “just in the neighbourhood.” Greg never called her out. He just texted back Doors open and waited.Tonight was no different. It was a Thursday, just past nine. Jake was supposed to be at his buddy’s place playing poker, so the house was theirs.Taylor let herself in, kicked off her sneakers, and headed straight upstairs. Greg was already in Jake’s old bedroom, sitting on the edge of the twin bed in black sweats, no shirt, silver hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it.“Hi, Daddy,” she said softly, shutting the door behind her.Greg’s eyes darkened instantly. “Lock it.”She clicked the lock, then peeled off her oversized hoodie, leaving her in just a tiny white crop top and pink cotton shorts.“Get over here,” he ordered, voice low and rough.She crossed the room fast, climbing i

The morning after was pure awkwardness. Ethan woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Blake banging cabinets in the kitchen. He shuffled out in sweats, avoiding eye contact.“Yo, you look like shit,” Blake laughed, pouring cereal. “Late night gaming?”Ethan mumbled something about insomnia and grabbed a mug. Megan was already at the table in Blake’s hoodie again, legs crossed, sipping orange juice like nothing had happened. She glanced up at Ethan, eyes sparkling with secret mischief.“Morning, roomie,” she said sweetly. “Sleep okay?”“Yeah,” he lied, voice rough. “Fine.”Blake didn’t notice the tension. He kissed Megan on the cheek, grabbed his backpack, and headed out for class. “See you losers later. Party round two tonight!”The door slammed. Silence.Megan stood, walking past Ethan to rinse her glass. She brushed against him deliberately.“Last night was fun,” she whispered, so low he barely heard. “Don’t be weird about it.”Then she was gone too, off to her own classes

The parent-teacher night at Lincoln Elementary was winding down. Most moms and dads had already grabbed their coats and headed out into the chilly fall evening. Mia lingered in the hallway, pretending to check her phone while her heart hammered in her chest. She couldn’t stop staring at Mr Harlan. Jake Harlan, her six-year-old son’s third-grade teacher. He was thirty-nine, tall, with broad shoulders filling out his buttoned-down shirt perfectly. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off thick, tattooed forearms that made her thighs clench every time he gestured while talking. And that voice had been making her wet since the moment he said hello. Mia was only twenty-six, a single mom who’d had her son young. She knew she looked good, tight jeans hugging her curves, low-cut top showing just enough cleavage but tonight she felt like a teenager again, blushing every time Jake’s dark eyes met hers. Finally, the last parent left. Mia “accidentally” left her phone on the little table by t