Asylum Stories Novels & Stories

"I hope I see you come to our cafe again, sir." "Please don't call me that." "Then what do I call you?" "Black. My name is Black." "I'm Alabaster, but you can just call me Al. I'll see you around then, Black." "Right. Goodbye." After Al left, I paid for the chips and met up with Crimson outside of the convenience store. He saw me and we headed back to his apartment. When we got back, Scarlet was already done showering and the food was already there with her.

Photographs covered the walls portraits of strangers caught mid-smile, moments of stillness, and little stories told without words. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” Ethan shrugged lightly. “It’s just life through a lens.” He motioned toward a chair near the window. “Sit. Want coffee? Or tea?” “Coffee’s fine,” I said, and he disappeared for a moment, returning with two steaming cups. When I took the first sip, he leaned against the table across from me and asked, “So, how’s your story going now?” I smiled. “Better, actually. The words are finally moving again.”

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

They both would’ve taken jungle work in high summer over the AHDF for personal reasons, but they weren’t asked, they were told, so here they were. They spent the rest of the drive to the sprawling complex which made up AHDF headquarters in silence. Their liaison didn’t broker much conversation with them except when they hit several layers of security on the way in that required them to authenticate their IDs. And each time, Kira and Xander dutifully scanned their IDs over the designated receiver and waited for confirmation that they could continue on. Even though what they wanted is to get away from there.

she rasped. Liora’s tears hit the dirt. “I know.” Ashen tried to smile. “Too late now.” Suddenly the ground around them opened not into cracks or fire, but into narratives, Half-told stories flooded out like rivers: A soldier who never returned from war, finally finding peace, A wolf spirit who had loved a human girl but never said the words.

It had multiple labs, teaching spaces, and room for the kind of long-term studies that were impossible within traditional institutional constraints. They'd recruited Ava as a postdoctoral researcher, and she'd brought her own research questions that complemented theirs perfectly. The three of them were back together, not in a romantic triangle, but in a professional collaboration that was deeper and more authentic than ever. On opening day, as they stood in the main research space with their team assembled around them, Sienna squeezed Marcus's hand. "We did it," she whispered. "We did," he agreed. "We actually did it." That night, they went home and made love in the shower, her back against

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

Ayesha collapsed against the side of the boat, chest heaving. She was free. But she wasn’t safe. Not yet. Regrouping They reached a safehouse outside Rome before dawn. Ayesha sat on the edge of a battered couch, still dripping wet. Zayn stood across from her, arms crossed. “You need to tell us what happened.” Ayesha exhaled, her mind spinning. She looked up at them. Then she said the words that changed everything. “I was never supposed to exist.” Silence. Adrian frowned. “What?”

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj

Esther Flashback (1665) I’ve been in this asylum for God knows how long. There’s no window for me to take a record of the days, and I feel as if I’m going mad. The asylum feels like it is a dungeon, and I never eat, in case my uncle asked the staff to poison me. I watch the door when I hear a rustle of keys and someone fumbling with the lock. My eyes go wide when the door opens. I blink a few times to ensure that I’m not dreaming or hallucinating, and then, without thinking, I rush into his arms.