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Footsteps echo down the empty hallway as Prince Dane Caldwell approaches the elevator. He strokes his fingers repeatedly over his sweaty palms before attempting to dry them on his trousers.He was glad he had sent his personal security to secure a perimeter out of sight so he could have a few moments alone to think before entering the meeting with the nation’s leaders to present his decision.He was not prepared for this level of responsibility that was thrust on him too soon by the untimely death of his father. He inherited a nation that was ...
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*Trigger Warning* This story deals with themes of suicide. Noah Reynolds sat on the couch, curled up with his wife, Heather, as they watched a movie. His phone rang. On the screen was the name Meredith. It was his best friend’s wife. He had agreed to meet up with him for drinks but bailed at the last minute saying he wasn’t feeling well. Honestly, he just didn’t feel like going out tonight and wanted to spend a quiet evening at home with his wife. He couldn’t surrender his man-card by admitting that to his buddy though, so he lied. M...
Hope Summers opened the heavy door and shivered at the blast of cool air in sharp contrast to the muggy heat from outside. She inhaled deeply and the smell of old books filled her nose. No matter how rocky life got the library was always a good place to find a distraction or escape. The possibilities here were endless. She looked around at the neatly organized shelves deciding which genre she was in the mood for this today. Horror and thrillers were usually her go-to. Her favorite, of course, being anything written by King. Today, however, h...
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