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In the heart of a neon-lit skyline, where drones weaved through skyscrapers and billboards blinked with AI-powered eyes, lived Angela a girl out of time. She was analogue in every way, wind-up alarm clock, typewriter, vinyl records. Her home was a sanctuary of switches, gears, and paper-an island in the endless stream of code.
The Digital City had no patience for the analogue. Everyone wore augmented lenses, spoke in compressed packets, dated through compatibility algorithms. But Angela walked. She touched. She listened.
She worked at the only print shop still operating, "Ink & Memory," tucked behind a ramen kiosk that hadn't served actual ramen in years. People rarely came in. When they did, they laughed at the old cash register or asked, "Can I 3D print a hard copy?" She'd always reply, "You can print it. But first, you have to feel it."
One rainy evening, just after closing, the door chimed.
He was tall, dressed in charcoal grey, with eyes too perfect to be real. His voice sounded like a symphony of perfectly tuned notes.
"I need something printed," he said. Angela raised an eyebrow. "You could do that from your neural implant."
"I know. But I wanted to meet the woman who runs the last print shop."
She blinked. "Why?"
He smiled. "Because I read your interview in the analogist blog. You said, 'We are forgetting how to be human.' I haven't stopped thinking about that."
She studied him. "You're digital, aren't you?"
"I was born organic," he said, "but uploaded last year. My body failed. But I didn't want to die."
She handed him a clipboard with a form. "Even uploads have to fill this out."
He laughed. "You're serious."
"Very."
He filled it out with a real pen. It shook slightly in his hand. "I haven't done this in a while."
"What would you like printed?"
He hesitated. "A letter."
"To who?"
"You."
That was the beginning!
They met every Thursday. He'd bring her notes, typed on his internal OS, then hand-written at her request. He couldn't eat, couldn't touch-but he could listen. And Angela, for all her analogue insistence, found herself waiting for the perfect voice, the one that lived in her walls long after he left.
He told her stories of his old life, his dog, his parents, his fear of dying. She told him about the weight of books, the smell of ink, the way silence sounded before everything started buzzing.
They never kissed. Not because she didn't want to, but because he physically couldn't.
One day, she asked, "Do you ever miss it? Being human?"
He answered, "Every second."
"Then why do you keep coming back here?"
"Because you remind me."
News came one morning, Digital Purge Act. All remaining analogue infrastructure would be decommissioned. The city said it was for "efficiency." Angela's shop was scheduled for termination.
She fought. Petitions, protests, pleas. The city didn't care.
On her last day, she found him waiting. Not outside, but inside her typewriter. His voice crackled through the keys.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"There's a way," he said. "I can compress myself. Fit into something. But only if it's built to last."
Her hands trembled. "You mean-"
"Yes. I want to live in your world. If you'll have me."
She stared at the typewriter. It was old, but sturdy. Real.
"You won't be able to connect to the network."
"I don't want to."
"You won't be able to leave."
"I don't want to."
So she did it.
She dismantled the smart grid, rewired her apartment, and built him a home-cogs, valves, copper circuits. When the city came to erase her, all they found was a locked door and a note:
We are more than data. We are memory.
Inside, she sat at the typewriter, his voice echoing through each letter she struck.
They were in love.
Not the kind that glitched or faded when the signal dropped. But the kind that hummed gently in the quiet, like a phonograph at midnight, playing a song that would never be streamed.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.