Novel & Cerita Speculative Short Fiction Deserves Love

Jacob fired back, now sitting straight on the couch. "The bad end is having to deal with you." Stephie spat without care. "I don't know you, but I already don't like you. And I can clearly see your distaste for me, so I know the feeling is mutual." Stephie continued. "Taking money from you to disappear would mean living in fear that one random day, you'll spring up again, and I'll owe you. Working for you means constantly dealing with your condescending attitude, and neither one of those choices tickle my brain." Stephie admitted as though she was fighting a case which meant life or death.

Chapter 6 Mere khwabon ki Aarthi par Apne khwabo ki doli sajana Tumhari chahat thi Par tum ye bhul gaye Ki kisiko khwabo ko torkar Tumhare apne khwab bhi Kabhi pura nahi honge. ~Ankita Ghosh (on my pyre of my dreams you wanted to decorate your dreams. But you forgot that If you break someone's dream then you won't be able to fulfill your dreams as well)

"Isn't it better to fall in love, out of love, be betrayed, cry out even your guts then be at it the next day with another person who makes your tummy flutter than just living a life of void and grey clouds?" "Just holding on to specifics is better than wanting a fiction." "Specifics like?" Her lips curled into a mocking smile, "Houses? Cars? Fancy slices of bacon?" She eyed her plate of food, "Most times specifics are not nearly enough. The thrill of these things wears off pretty soon especially when you have had these luxuries all your life." "Love too wears off when the bills come in and two people who have once professed love under heavy rainfall becomes arch enemies fighting for the cus

I replied him He let out few more deep breath and told me, "Okay..Okay..I was a little worried about party..Thats it..Anyway, Come soon guys..Bye" "Okay varun..bye" I replied him back and cut off the phone call with a smile.. Once I had everything in my life but at one point I lost everything and became nothing..After losing everything, I had doubts about whether I was worthy of love or worthy of living..But, in the end, my life proved that I deserved to be loved..

Alright, Mr. Pickles, hush. Humans, listen up! Hey, it’s Riley. Yep, the same one who somehow survived all the chaos in Roommate Roulette. So here’s the deal: I went back through our story and realized—I deserve more spotlight. Yep. So I'm gonna add an extra chapter, give a few moments some extra shine, and smooth out the bumps to make the chaos flow better. Don’t worry, all the laughs, awkward moments, and “oh-no-I-didn’t” chaos are still here. Mr. Pickles approves, and honestly… who wouldn’t want more of me stealing the show?

It's a fucking visual disaster. Everywhere I turn to is full of couples kissing and smooching each other. I hate them. I hate them all. I hate the pangs of desire they awaken in me. Why can't they just get a room? Why do they have to remind me of how miserable I am? I am Selene, the girl no one wants. Right from elementary school, I can count on my fingers the numbers of friends I have had and there will still be some fingers left. I thought it will be better in college but it seems like I still have the cloak of invisibility draped over me.

Every story begins as a messy, chaotic first draft that only its creator truly loves in the beginning—until readers come along and make it theirs too. So here's my one rule: be kind. I don't handle criticism well—I'll admit that flat out. If you come at me with harsh words, I'll block you without a second thought. Not because I can't take it, but because I don't have to. This space is mine, and I'm sharing it with you out of trust, not obligation. I didn't write this to be dissected and graded like a school essay. I wrote it because the characters were screaming in my head and the only way to shut them up was to put them on paper. If that resonates with you—amazing. If it doesn't—that's fine

I muttered as I took it and tore the page. "What should I write." I used the pen to tap my chin “I left for work, thank you.." I stopped writing, what is wrong with you Tara, why are you thanking him? I tore the page again “Looking for me? I left for work." I wrote for the last time. I kept it on the center table and then head out of the house.

It's soft, lingering, and full of every tomorrow still ahead of us. My father’s blessing still warms my chest like a steady flame. The kingdom is steadier and more hopeful than it has been in years. And here, in the firelight, with the woman I love more than anything and the future we have already begun creating, I know without any doubt that we have found our real fairy tale. Not the flawless, polished version from childhood storybooks, but the honest, passionate, sometimes messy one that chose to step bravely out of the shadows and into the full, bright light of day.

∞∞∞ The End THE END OF WILD PLEASURE❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel! If you enjoyed this erotic journey, don’t miss my next book, LOST IN LUST. It's a novella filled with more blissful, steamy tales. Sit back, relax, and dive in. THANK YOU AGAIN! ️