Post Apocalyptic Science Fiction

Después de cuatro años de matrimonio, Alejandro Giraldo, quien nunca publicaba en redes sociales, sorprendentemente subió un post: «¡Vaya, gatita golosa y antojadiza!» La foto mostraba a una chica con una diadema rosa de orejas de gato, comiendo barbacoa y sacando la lengua con las mejillas rojas por el picante. Era Mariana Ospina, la nueva presentadora de su empresa. En menos de un minuto, un amigo en común comentó: «¡Te olvidaste de cambiar de cuenta!» Así que la nueva publicación de Alejandro desapareció sumamente rápido, pero pronto reapareció en las redes sociales de Mariana. Poco después, entró la llamada de Alejandro. Antes, yo habría guardado capturas de pantalla y lo habría llamado primero para reclamarle; definitivamente no habríamos terminado sin una pelea. Pero, esta vez, muy consideradamente, esperé hasta que la llamada se cortara sin contestar.

One day, after getting rear-ended outside my office, I, Maeve Dahlman, call out for help, but Austin Cooper, who is simply passing by with Carmen Holt, merely glances at me impatiently, annoyed that I've disrupted their lunch plans. Instead of helping, he has his assistant take me to his private club and lock me in a room, accusing me of being paranoid and dramatic. "I'll give you three days to calm down," he says before walking away and leaving me in isolation. Eventually, I escape and call the police. An ambulance rushes me to the hospital, where doctors diagnose me with a brain injury that requires immediate surgery. I keep calling Austin, only to realize that he has blocked my number. Then, I see Carmen's latest post online, gushing about a romantic luxurious dinner with him. After I'm discharged, I cancel the wedding, destroy all the invitations, and finally call my mother. "Mom," I say, "I've made up my mind. I'm ready to meet him."

When my roommate learned that getting pregnant in university came with special treatment, she brazenly posted on the campus forum, openly recruiting a "baby daddy." [Requirements: over 5'11", eight-pack abs, handsome, assets in the millions, no bad habits.] Afraid she would ruin her life on a moment of reckless impulse, I snatched her phone, deleted the post, and gave her a serious rundown on the risks and consequences of early pregnancy while still studying. After much deliberation, she was finally persuaded. But a month later, a classmate struck it rich by getting pregnant. She not only married into a wealthy family, but also received a million-dollar childbirth bonus from her in-laws. My roommate was driven mad with jealousy. She stormed into the dorm, shrieking at me at the top of her lungs. "If it weren't for you, I'd be a rich wife by now! You owe me my life!" As she screamed, she stabbed me over and over, venting her rage until I was dead. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first posted on the forum, brazenly searching for a baby daddy.

Trying to escape her dark past, Elisha moves to the island of Lai’eloa, hoping for a fresh start. On her first night on the island, she shares a brief, but insanely hot kiss with the sexy Jordan McAlister. Unsure of his relationship status and not wanting to start something new so soon, she blows him off. After his chance meeting with Elisha, playboy Jordan is confused about how he feels about her. He knows there’s something special about her, but he’s never been in an actual relationship before. So, he does something he’s never done for any other woman; He pursues her. Can Jordan and Elisha find a happily ever after together? Or will those who hide in the shadows keep them apart? Content Warning–This book contains dark scenes, including drug use, stalking, kidnapping, suggestions of rape/S.A., and death. This book is rated R18+. All names and places are works of fiction, and this work is under the copyright of the author. #DarkRomance #R18+ #FemaleLead #PainfulLove #Steamy #Betrayal #Obsession #Posessive #Jealousy

As panic sweeps through the city and everyday streets collapse into chaos, Ciprian is driven by one unshakable instinct: protect Adam at all costs. When an unexplained catastrophe turns the urban landscape into a pressure cooker of fear and survival, nothing matters more than keeping his best friend alive. In this fast-paced short story, a sudden crisis forces two friends to confront more than danger. As tension rises and the city descends into disorder, buried emotions, unspoken attraction, and complicated feelings come to the surface. What begins as survival quickly becomes something deeper, binding their fates together in ways neither of them expected. Set against a backdrop of urban collapse, panic, and uncertainty, this emotional short fiction explores friendship, loyalty, and love under pressure. Perfect for readers who enjoy character-driven stories, disaster scenarios, slow-burn emotion, LGBTQ+ themes, and intimate moments set during world-altering events. A gripping short story about connection, courage, and the fragile line between friendship and something more—meant to be read in one sitting, but felt long after.

When science meets the supernatural, reality unravels. Dr. Evangeline Cross is a brilliant neurosurgeon—rational, skeptical, and grounded in logic. But when the estranged quadruplet siblings who once saved her life are accused of assassinating a top-level spy, her world is upended. Cassius, Lucien, Selene, and Xander are no ordinary suspects—they possess golden eyes that gleam in the dark, an uncanny sensitivity to silver, and a secret that defies biology: they are not simply werewolves, but vessels of an ancient and volatile power. Haunted by cryptic visions and pursued by The Veil—a secretive cult that bends world events through demonic manipulation—Evangeline is forced to confront the impossible. The deeper she digs, the stranger the truth becomes. Clues buried within a forgotten opera and encoded in melodies only Xander can sing begin to unravel a sorcerous legacy long thought lost. With Elias Vaughn, a ruthless prosecutor driven by a dark vendetta, closing in, Evangeline must race against time to decode an ancient musical cipher, expose a murderer cloaked in living shadow, and shatter the lies that have held history hostage. To save the siblings, she must abandon everything she believes—and embrace a reality where magic, music, and monsters intertwine.

When Lila Monroe, a popular young influencer, goes missing after a late-night livestream, her friends Jade and Amir are thrust into a race against time. Each cryptic message, hidden clue, and mysterious post leads them deeper into a chilling game that blurs the line between reality and the digital world. Lila’s disappearance isn’t random—it’s orchestrated by someone who knows her every move, every secret, and every connection. As Jade dives into the dangerous search and Amir deciphers the digital breadcrumbs, tensions rise, loyalties are tested, and fears long buried come to the surface. Relationships shift under pressure: Jade’s protective instincts clash with her fear of losing Lila forever, Amir’s analytical mind struggles to keep up with the emotional chaos, and Lila herself must confront the manipulator controlling her fate while leaving subtle clues for those who love her. Every decision matters, every moment counts, and one wrong move could mean losing Lila forever. Just when it seems like they’re closing in, the line between ally and enemy blurs—and a shocking revelation leaves them questioning everything they thought they knew. Will Jade and Amir save Lila before it’s too late, or will the darkness surrounding her disappearances consume them all?

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.