The Whispering Grove: No Strings Attached – Part 4
The last woman fades like mist.Your feet sink into warm sand.Waves curl around a quiet beach.A sleek...
The last woman fades like mist.Your feet sink into warm sand.Waves curl around a quiet beach.A sleek...
Legends whisper in your head.Beautiful faces hiding fangs.Eyes that lead men to graves.Still, you walk forward.Better to...
You move closer, breath sharp.Warm arms pull you in.A kiss brushes your lips.For a moment, she feels...
You wake in twisted metal.The rotor blades are silent.Fog thins, revealing broken trees.Pain runs through every nerve.A...