The air in Brooklyn tasted like rust and memory. It was October 10, 2025, 8:28 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time. Lyra Chen stood barefoot in her apartment, watching the mirror warp.

Levi, an off duty bounty hunter has a chance encounter with Luna, who is a down-on-her-luck struggling artist and writer. This encounter is set to change the course of their lives in one way or another. *Contains adult themes and language*

With her husband in jail being alone is hard. Luckily for her, she has some outside help from someone who has been watching but has never spoke up. This is a book of fiction and nothing in it is real.

With her husband in jail being alone is hard. Luckily for her, she has some outside help from someone who has been watching but has never spoke up. This is a book of fiction and nothing in it is real.

Levi, an off duty bounty hunter has a chance encounter with Luna, who is a down-on-her-luck struggling artist and writer. This encounter is set to change the course of their lives in one way or another. *Contains adult themes and language*

Levi, an off duty bounty hunter has a chance encounter with Luna, who is a down-on-her-luck struggling artist and writer. This encounter is set to change the course of their lives in one way or another. *Contains adult themes and language*

Levi, an off duty bounty hunter has a chance encounter with Luna, who is a down-on-her-luck struggling artist and writer. This encounter is set to change the course of their lives in one way or another. *Contains adult themes and language*

Just when she thought she was safe, relaxing with her hot pocket and Lifetime movie, her husband pulled off the perfect jump scare — sending her fork flying, her heart racing, and her hot pocket doing an Olympic flip before landing right back on the plate!

When Leecy disappears after chasing strange lights in the sky, she wakes up in a world that feels almost real—but not quite. Her husband’s movements are wrong, her memories don’t line up, and her camera hides a single, impossible recording. The truth about where she’s been—and what came back in her place—will unravel everything she knows about reality.

The breach didn’t open with thunder. It opened with silence. A silence so deep it inverted sound, folding the city into itself like a collapsing waveform.

The second of October, colloquially referred to in certain fringe circles as “Doll Day,” began with a municipal sanitation delay due to a miscommunication between the Department of Waste Management and the Department of Urban Rituals. The latter, a recently defunded initiative, had once been responsible for coordinating seasonal street art installations, including the now-defunct “Plastic Memory Parade,” which involved placing life-sized dolls along major intersections to commemorate forgotten birthdays. The dolls were not animated, nor symbolic in any overt way

I. The Antiprotagonist: The Man With the Ring He twitches when the sky breathes. That’s how he knows it’s time. His name is not important. It was once something like “Caleb,” but the breach took names first. Now he is a vessel. A groom. A wound. He walks the city with a ring in his pocket and a tremor in his spine. His left eye sees time as a smear. His right eye sees her.

The morning of October 1st began with a violet bruise in the sky—just above the Williamsburg Bridge, where the clouds hung low like thoughts too heavy to rise

Lyra didn’t sleep the night after the cab. She lay on the capsule mattress, staring at the ceiling’s flickering LED constellations, each one blinking in a rhythm she swore matched her pulse. At 3:17 a.m.—again—the lights outside her window turned the sky into a lattice of red and violet veins. She sat up, heart hammering, and saw her own reflection in the glass. But it wasn’t her. The woman staring back had no pupils. Just black voids,

The sky over Brooklyn had always been a kind of bruised blue, but tonight it pulsed—like a living thing. Lyra Chen squinted upward from the corner of Nostrand and Atlantic, her earbuds crackling with static as the clouds split into hexagonal tessellations.

speaker's gradual realization that their love was a cruel game for the other person: "You only held on / just to watch as I wandered on, / seeing how long you could make me bleed."

Eliza Wingate, a young and humbled widow, is left with nothing but debt piling up following the sudden and unexpected death of her husband, George. Upon her late husband's demise, she throws herself to the mercy of George's wealthy elder half-brother Lewis Wingate. Lewis, also a widower, who has lost not only his wife but also two small children to the same sickness that took his younger half-brother has secluded himself for these past ten years, mourning their deaths in isolation. Together, with these two grieving souls now residing within the same four walls, will a new love blossom, or is another failed love story waiting to happen?

Eliza Wingate, a young and humbled widow, is left with nothing but debt piling up following the sudden and unexpected death of her husband, George. Upon her late husband's demise, she throws herself to the mercy of George's wealthy elder half-brother Lewis Wingate. Lewis, also a widower, who has lost not only his wife but also two small children to the same sickness that took his younger half-brother has secluded himself for these past ten years, mourning their deaths in isolation. Together, with these two grieving souls now residing within the same four walls, will a new love blossom, or is another failed love story waiting to happen?

Doubt is a piece to have you engage in what childhood trauma does, but how trapped it can make you feel. Even the people closest to you to cause doubt, fear and make you question everything you thought you knew.

This is all the chapter of my book in one place. Thanks for stickin with me! I hope you enjoy the book! And here is the "Savage Sisters" official song. Please tell me what you think!! https://suno.com/s/5Q1sgMJRgBkLAjSH