Thorne | Meeting

Hours later, I’m driving aimlessly, the city blurring around me. My office is a fucking prison, every surface reeks of her scent, every breath reminds me of how close she was. The hours between then and now have been a blur of pacing, futile attempts at focus, and the slow, gnawing realisation that tonight’s meeting might not just be another mundane gathering of egos.The car’s clock reads 11:50. I’m five minutes out. I cut the wheel sharply, taking the left turn toward The Noctis Assembly. The council chambers lie nestled in the city’s oldest district, buried among crumbling stone facades and ivy-choked archways. The entrance is hidden, a secret woven into the fabric of reality itself. Humans pass it every day without a second glance, their eyes sliding off it like water over glass. Wards. Ancient, intricate magic designed to bend light, thought, and memory. To the unworthy, it’s nothing but a forgotten

Last Updated : 2026-05-15

Thorne | Brother Mine

My brother sits across from me, sprawled in his chair like the council chambers were built for his personal amusement. The bastard is a reflection I want to smash. Where I embody restraint and control, Cade radiates arrogance, a smirking, slithering affront to everything this room is supposed to represent.His golden-brown hair falls in artful waves that he probably ruffled deliberately to look effortlessly perfect. The deep navy of his suit gleams under the flickering chandelier light, gold accents glinting along the edges. The monogrammed cuffs display our family crest, a brand he wears like a fucking taunt.Cade’s frame is lean, wiry even, but the kind of wiry that promises speed and precision. Where I’m built for brute force, Cade is crafted for manipulation. He’s the predator who doesn’t bother with the chase; he waits, circles, and strikes when the prey doesn’t see it coming. A snake in wolf’s clothin

Last Updated : 2026-05-16

Thorne | Mate In Play

Destiny. The word lodges itself in my chest like a blade. A fire stokes low in my gut, an instinct I’ve fought to suppress igniting.Adriel snorts, his pale fingers tapping against the table.“Destiny. What a delightful bedtime story. Perhaps the stars will tell us where to send the cleaning crews next?” His tone drips with derision, but there’s unease in his crimson eyes.Eris’s voice slices through his mockery.“Mock it all you want, Adriel, but Lyra’s warnings have never been wrong. Ignoring her would be foolish. Even for you.”The quiet that follows her words is suffocating with implication. Lyra’s expression remains serene, but the tension in the room is palpable.I lean forward, planting my hands on the table.“Whatever t

Last Updated : 2026-05-17

Maci | Starting To Live

The week hurtles by at breakneck speed. How is it Friday already?Between work and caring for my new furry roommate, I’ve not had time to think. Each day blurs into the next. Rounds of client calls, mock-ups, and revisions. Mornings start with brainstorming sessions, the kind that make me guzzle my weight in coffee, and afternoons vanish in a flurry of presentations and follow-ups. It’s exhausting, sure, but it’s also electric. People are actually listening to me. My ideas, my suggestions, they matter.By today, I’ve found my rhythm. My steps are less wobbly, my confidence solidifying. I’ve avoided being alone with Ethan, which feels like a gold-star achievement on its own, and I’ve successfully dodged any major personal disasters. Progress.It’s late afternoon, and the office is already slipping into its Friday wind-down. People are chatting abou

Last Updated : 2026-05-18

Maci | The Fog

Emma whistles when she sees me, her grin wide enough to split her face.“Damn, girl. You look hot. I LOVE the ink.”“Thanks, Emma,” I reply, grinning back. “You look amazing as always.”And she really does. Emma is so pretty it’s almost offensive. At 5’11, she towers over me like some kind of ethereal goddess, and she keeps joking she’s going to carry all 5’2 of me around in her pocket. Somehow, she makes it sound endearing rather than patronising. Her sharp bob, sleek and immaculate, would look severe on anyone else, but on her? Perfection. It frames her sculpted cheekbones and elegantly arched brows like a portrait, and that blood-red lipstick she wears is basically a weapon.Against her flawless porcelain skin, it’s bold enough to stop traffic. Everything about Emma screams confidence and grace,

Last Updated : 2026-05-19

Maci | The Call

Pin balling down the claustrophobic corridor, I slam into the bathroom door and stumble inside, barely making it into a stall before my legs give out. The lock rattles as I twist it, and then I'm collapsing onto the grimy floor, the cold, wet tiles seeping through my jeans.Panic surges through me, sharp and suffocating. This isn't alcohol. I've been drunk before. This is something else.My body is alien and unresponsive. I try to swat at fluorescent lights buzzing like a swarm of bees in my skull. I feel myself slipping away, mind tethered by a single fraying thread. My hands shake and I claw at my purse, digging for my phone. My fingers are numb with a thousand tiny pins and needles.Finally, I feel the smooth metal in my hand, but even holding it is a Herculean effort. My vision swims, the screen blurring and bending as I fight to open my messages.Message Emma. Message Emma. Just get to Emma. I chant it in my head, trying to force my failing body to comply.When the messages app f

Last Updated : 2026-05-20