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THE MAN WHO MADE HER FEEL ALIVE - When Every Kiss Feels Like A Climax, Every Fight Feels Like The End

By S A Spencer -
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  He made her feel alive — but never safe Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles THE STORM Sophie Lang was standing in the middle of a rain‑soaked street in Melbourne, her dress clinging to her skin, mascara bleeding down her cheeks, while Aiden Cole screamed at a taxi driver who’d refused to take them. “You think you can leave her standing here like this?” Aiden shouted, fists clenched. The driver rolled up his window and sped off. Sophie blinked through the downpour, heart thudding. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Aiden turned to her, eyes blazing, chest heaving. “You okay?” he asked, voice softer now. She nodded. He pulled her into his arms. She felt like she was in a movie. That was the problem. Everything with Aiden felt like a scene — dramatic, intense, unforgettable. Their first kiss had been in a thunderstorm. Their first fight had ended with him punching a wall. The...
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🌙 THE GIRL WHO LOVED CHAOS - When chaos feels like home, even heartbreak becomes addictive.

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  Some women chase love. Emily chased danger… because danger felt familiar. A narrative about toxic relationship. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles Emily Carter was running barefoot down a Bondi backstreet at midnight, her breath tearing through her lungs, her heart slamming against her ribs like it was trying to escape. The pavement was cold and rough beneath her feet, but she barely felt it. All she could see was Jake Lawson sprinting ahead of her, a stolen motorbike helmet tucked under his arm, laughing like a man who believed the world was his playground. “Jake! Stop!” she shouted, voice cracking. He didn’t. He never did. A police siren wailed somewhere behind them, slicing through the night. Emily’s pulse spiked. She wasn’t built for this — she was a graphic designer who liked quiet cafés and early mornings. But Jake? Jake was a storm in human form. And she kept walking straight into h...
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The Woman Who Ran Into Her Own Shadow - The Price of a Beautiful Lie

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  A Delhi mother’s escape into fantasy, her fall into darkness, and the son who refused to give up on her Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles The sleeper‑class train groaned through the night, its metal frame shuddering with every turn of the tracks. Asha sat by the barred window, clutching the edge of her shawl as if it were the only thing keeping her from falling apart. Across from her, her son Arjun lay stiffly on the lower berth, eyes closed but nowhere near sleep. Beside him sat Raghav—her late husband’s closest friend—silent, watchful, carrying the weight of two years of unanswered questions. Asha still couldn’t believe she was going home. Or that she had a home left at all. Two years earlier, she had lived in a cramped Delhi flat with peeling paint and a balcony that overlooked a noisy street. Her husband, Manoj, would return late every night—shirt damp with sweat, shoulders slumped, eye...
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🔥 Four in the Frame - A love that refused to stay inside one marriage

By S A Spencer -
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  What happens when society watches your windows? Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles 1 Anita felt the curtain shift behind her before she heard the footsteps. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived; the sky was still a soft grey, the kind that made everything look like a half‑finished sketch. She didn’t turn. She knew the warmth of that breath on her shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep?” Rayan murmured, fingertips brushing the inside of her wrist — a touch that lingered just long enough to make her pulse misbehave. Across the narrow lane, a neighbour’s window creaked open. Someone pretended to shake a towel, eyes fixed on Anita’s living room. Rayan’s hand slipped away, but not before grazing her skin in a way that made her inhale sharply. Before she could answer, the bedroom door opened. Jonas stepped out, shirtless, hair messy, blinking at the two of them standing too close in the half‑light. His gaze flicked from Raya...
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🚉 The Wrong Door, Every Time - A simple mistake. A public scene. A truth no one expected.

By S A Spencer -
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  One ordinary day. One crowded station. One moment that changes everything. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles The screaming started before anyone even understood what was happening. The women’s toilet at Central Station erupted like someone had set off a fire alarm inside. A woman burst out first, clutching her handbag to her chest as if it were a shield. “There’s a man in there!” she shouted, breathless. Another woman followed, dragging her daughter by the wrist. “This is outrageous. Someone needs to do something.” A third woman stumbled out, still zipping up her jeans, eyes wide with panic. Behind them, Rhea Malik stepped out too — pale, startled, and blinking under the harsh fluorescent lights. Her backpack hung half‑open, one strap slipping off her shoulder. A female station guard jogged over, radio bouncing against her vest. “Alright, what’s going on here?” The women pointed at Rh...
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