A night to remember

The headlights of Kristina’s car cast strange shadows on the walls of the library as she shut the engine off. Once again, she would spend another evening at the computers; another evening of combating the[…]

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Is it real ?

She looks at her phone, 'be there at 8pm, or else.' the text sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Time for a bath and to get ready she thought. She looked through her[…]

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My khassian girl pt:1

Before you read: This work is purely fictional. Any references to historical events or people, cultures, nations and religions are only for story effect and in no way is it meant to be an insinuation[…]

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