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Love was a Virus.An insidious disease that nearly wiped out everything 136 years ago.Scientists tried to contain its spread, bombing cities in desperation—but it was too late.3.8 billion men dead in weeks—Wiped from history.The women were silent carriers. Immune. Unaffected. The perfect vectors. By the time the truth was known, it was already over.10,000 men banded together in secret.They had no choice.They imprisoned as many women as they could, cautiously taking samples—preserving their DNA.Killing any men who didn’t agree.Branding them tr...
Tom sat by Nanna’s bedside, his fingers lightly brushing against hers. She was frail now, her skin paper-thin, her breathing soft and shallow. The hospital room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the occasional hushed whispers between family members. It hadn’t always been like this. Nanna had been the heart of their family. She’d always been bustling about, making the best milkshakes in the world—extra Milo, a mounded spoonful on top just for Tom, his brother Jack, their Dad, and their grandpa—affectionately known ...
Tom looked over at his son Billy, beaming with pride.He’d done it again. Completed yet another 48-piece puzzle at record speed, despite being only four years old. What else could he expect, though? Billy had always been exceptional.His happy gurgles filled Tom with delight. He watched him twirl around the room, dancing to his own little beat.Things had not always been as easy as they were in this particular moment. It had been a long, hard journey—tiring, challenging, but ultimately, deeply rewarding.He wouldn’t change things, though, not fo...
Charlie was a peculiar boy. He loved to chase dogs, his small legs pumping as they yipped and darted around.But what made Charlie different from most kids was his habit of throwing rocks at the poor pups. Every time one would yelp, Charlie grinned, proud of his mischief. He’d crouch down, pick up another stone, and aim carefully at the next dog that dared wander into his path.Charlie never went straight home after school. Home meant rules, chores, and a mum who never looked up from her phone. Out here he was free. No one to tell him what to ...
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