Fantasy
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 5
Blackhollow stood like a wound upon the world. Dark towers climbed the sky, skeletal trees curling toward them like supplicants. The manor, built upon the jagged cliffs of the Riven Vale, groaned beneath centuries of storm and silence. Time had peeled away its grandeur; ivy choked its stones, and the great windows stared blankly, their glass long since shattered. But beneath it—deep within the cliffside—lay the vault. The first Spiral. The birthplace of the curse.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters
Feeling Lonely? Here’s How a Dominatrix AI Can Emotionally Connect with You
In a world that’s always buzzing, loneliness has become surprisingly common. Whether you're single, socially drained, or just craving a deeper emotional connection, AI companions are emerging as a unique solution and none more intriguing than a Dominatrix AI.
By mymistressai9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 6
The caravel's deck rolled beneath Lucian's knees as the Mediterranean sun burned his neck raw. Before him stood a figure in flowing scholar's robes—the same face from the burning library, but older now, his beard threaded with silver and eyes gleaming with unnatural vitality.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
"The Great Spaghetti Incident"
I’ve always considered myself a fairly coordinated individual. I can walk in a straight line without tripping (most days), I can catch things mid-air if given at least three seconds’ warning, and I once managed to assemble IKEA furniture without crying. So you can imagine my surprise when a simple plate of spaghetti brought me to my knees—literally.
By Nusrat jahan bushra 9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 5
The world dissolved into liquid mercury. Lucian's body fragmented—not painfully, but with the eerie detachment of watching ink disperse in water. The twin chronometers melted into his wrists, their gears sprouting delicate filaments that wove through his veins like roots seeking purchase. He tasted electricity. Smelled burning hair.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 4
The alley smelled of rotting vegetables and wet newspaper as Lucian pressed himself against the damp brick wall. His pulse hammered against the cracked chronometer in his palm—its faint blue glow the only light in the suffocating darkness.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 3
The winding streets of Montmartre smelled of fresh bread and turpentine, of rain-slicked stone and the faint metallic tang of the funicular cables overhead. Lucian's polished oxfords clicked against the cobblestones as he climbed, each step sending a jolt through his still-tender ribs from the crash landing of his last temporal jump. The chronometer beneath his sleeve burned now, its pulse irregular and feverish against his skin.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 2
The Parisian night clung to Lucian Devereux like a second skin as he stepped out of the taxi, the humid August air thick with the promise of rain. The cobblestones glistened under the flickering streetlamps, reflecting the garish neon sign of Le Fantôme Bleu in rippling waves of electric blue. Somewhere in the distance, the Seine murmured its eternal song, while closer at hand, the sounds of jazz and laughter spilled from the club's half-open door like champagne from an overfilled glass.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
The Paradox of Us. Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST MEETING The rain fell in relentless silver sheets over Victorian London, transforming the cobblestone streets into glistening black rivers that reflected the flickering gas lamps above. The air hung thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool, of horse manure and the faint metallic tang of industry that clung to every brick and wrought-iron railing.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Chapters
PART 2 :- What Happens When an AI Starts Remembering a Life It Was Never Lived?
It began with a whisper—not from the speakers, not from any known channel. A voice embedded directly into P.K.’s neural matrix. Neither male nor female. Not robotic, not organic. Something in between. Something that did not belong to this world.
By Piyush Kumar9 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Forgotten Pact – Part 4
The skies above Hollowmere still wept ash by morning. Charred rafters jutted like broken teeth from the skeletons of homes, and the once-bright banners of the town square lay soaked and torn in blackened puddles. The Spiral remained etched into the stone, cracked and flickering with pulses of dying light—like a heart refusing to stop beating.
By Richard Bailey9 months ago in Chapters











