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To scrape together my mother's surgery money, I worked myself to the bone at this company for three straight years. My performance was always number one. By myself, I supported half the sales department. Then, a newly hired HR director decided every desk needed an AI camera, claiming it was to optimize efficiency. Every blink, every breath I took was measured and calculated by the system. "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray blinked more than twenty times within one minute. Mental distraction detected. Fine: 50." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray took 3.5 seconds to drink water, exceeding the standard by 1.5 seconds. Slacking detected. Fine: 100." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray's mouth corners drooped for over thirty seconds. Suspected spread of negative emotion. Fine: 200." The most ridiculous part was the way he stood in front of the entire department, pointing proudly at my data on the giant screen. "See that?" he said smugly. "This is the power of technology. In front of AI, you lazy freeloaders have nowhere to hide. Nathan, your bonus for this month has already been wiped out by the system. If you don't like it, get lost. Plenty of people are lining up to take your place." What he didn't know was that the AI system he trusted so blindly had its core code written by me. Tonight, I was going to show him what happened when he angered the one who built the machine.

Okay, so this one's for everyone whose imagination has a mind of its own. You know exactly who you are. For the readers who love stories that linger long after the last page. The ones who chase tension, chemistry, forbidden attraction, and characters who blur the line between right and wrong. And for those who insist they're "just here for the plot"... I'll let you keep telling yourself that. Consider this your judgment-free corner—a collection of stories filled with temptation, longing, obsession, and unforgettable connections. Some stories will make you smile. Some will leave your heart racing. Others may have you questioning every decision your favorite characters make. Whatever you're looking for, there's a story waiting for you. Enjoy... and don't say I didn't warn you. ✦ Content Advisory This collection explores mature themes and may include coercive situations, violence, emotional manipulation, degradation, multiple-partner dynamics, and other dark relationship elements. Reader discretion is advised.

I am someone with a strong desire to share every little detail with my lover. The blush of dawn outside the safe house window, a slightly-too-bitter espresso, the new flower shop on the corner. Even if Carlo's shadow just flickered through my mind for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from hitting send. His replies were always brief, but they were instant. I used to think that was just how a cold man like him showed his love. That all changed seven days before the wedding, when I found an AI auto-responder on the burner phone he never let out of his sight. It broke down every sentence I sent, categorizing them and extracting keywords to generate the most perfectly dismissive answers. When I said I missed him, it replied, "Behave." When I said I was scared, it replied, "I'll handle it." When I wanted to argue, it replied, "Be sensible." So, for half a year, the one replying to my messages was never Carlo. Meanwhile, in another chat window, the messages between him and another woman were piled high. From simple good mornings to random midnight thoughts, From secret talks about family business to whether they should take the yacht out on the weekend. I finally understood. Carlo wasn't a cold person. It wasn't that he didn't like to share his life; he just didn't want to share it with me. And I finally decided to make a heartbroken exit from this absurd charade.

"Take my hand, I am here with you." He says in a deep husky voice catching her out of gaud. "I can't, I can't do it, please go. Save yourself." She yells back as the car's brakes fail. "Dr, Dr. I can't see." While panicking she cries. "I am sorry Sir, she lost her eyes." His body gets numb and drops himself on the bench near him. "But, you always said you love me." "I am sorry. I can't stay with you, it's about my whole life." "I always treated you like my sister. How could you do that to me?" "Who's gonna earn money for us now grandpa?" Little boy says, glancing at his blind sister. "I wish I could die."

We love reading novels, fall in love with the characters, sometimes envy the main girl for getting the perfect male lead... but what happens when you get inside your own novel and get to meet your perfect main lead and bonus...get treated like the female lead?! As the clock struck 12, Arielle Taylor is pulled inside her own novel. This cinderella is over the moon as her Prince Charming showers her with his attention but what would happen when she finds herself falling for her fairy godmother instead? Please read my interview with Goodnovel at: https://tinyurl.com/y5zb3tug Cover pic: pixabay

Sienna is a bar performer—she dances to entertain men, and that is the only boundary of her work. Nothing more. She was already content with the life she had grown used to, until one night, she was suddenly abducted by men she did not know and taken to an enormous mansion. There, she meets Red Montemayor—a billionaire who is cold, dominant, and burdened by a hidden disability. Despite his commanding presence and sharp tongue, Red is blind due to an accident. He offers Sienna a peculiar job: to become his fake girlfriend. All of this is part of Red’s plan against the woman he once loved—Cassandra, the ex-girlfriend who betrayed him. He wants to return the pain she caused him, twice as much as what he endured. Amid anger, revenge, and emotions slowly taking shape, the hearts of Sienna and Red will be put to the test. What if another man suddenly appears—will he become an ally, or an enemy? As Sienna’s stay by Red’s side lengthens, secrets will gradually come to light—secrets that will wound the young man’s heart even more. Will a fake relationship turn into true love, or will one merely become a bridge for a former love to return?