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The Fjord Never Sleeps

They said the fjord was alive — that it remembered every moan ever echoed off its surface. When Astrid Hammar, a disillusioned 29-year-old writer from London, inherits her grandmother’s forgotten cottage in Løvlund, she expects silence. Solitude. Healing. What she finds instead is a village untouched by shame, where nudity is daily ritual, love is never exclusive, and eroticism isn’t whispered in the dark — it’s lived out loud, in sauna steam and moonlit lakes. Here, marriages open without scandal. Affairs happen like seasons. Women take what they want. Men beg to be taken. And the body is not hidden — it is celebrated, shared, broken, healed. Astrid arrives an outsider. But as the village peels her layers away — through sweat-drenched saunas, fingers at her spine during midnight swims, and open-mouthed invitations whispered during the ancient Blotnatt festival — she begins to remember something deeper than lust: Desire is not dirty here. It’s sacred. As the story unfolds, so do the villagers: Ida, a married mother of three who kisses Astrid first, in a greenhouse dripping with heat. Leif, the quiet carpenter who teaches her how to moan without words. Mattis, who offers her his wife before he offers her his heart. The Widow Ase, who teaches Astrid the art of watching before touching. Kari and Emil, teenage lovers who don’t know jealousy, only hunger. From one summer to the next, The Fjord Never Sleeps becomes an endless symphony of wet thighs, aching hearts, tangled limbs, and emotional bruises that heal through touch. And as Astrid falls into the village’s rhythm, she realizes she’ll never leave. Because once you live without shame, you can never go back
Ravi_Kumar_Reddy_4518 · 2.3K Views

I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!

Lao Chen was just an old, underpaid security guard in a rundown apartment complex, living a miserable life under a stingy, ungrateful boss. His wife left him, his daughter wanted nothing to do with him, and poverty was his only constant companion. In the end, death came in the form of a drunk driver, leaving him broken and forgotten on the cold pavement. But fate wasn’t done with him. In his final moments, he prayed—desperate, pleading to any deity who would listen. And someone did. The God of Wealth and Love took pity on his wasted life and granted him a second chance. Wake up again as Zhao Yiming, a 25-year-old gambler and alcoholic drowning in debt with nothing but a good face and a strong body to his name, he was given the Affinity Money Maker System—a mysterious power that let him gain wealth and influence by forming relationships, whether as lovers, friends, or even enemies. Before he knew it, he had stumbled his way into unimaginable riches. But things never go as planned. One moment of recklessness—one affair with the wrong woman—led to an unexpected murder. Now, the system has thrown him onto a new path: King Without Crown. In which that route brings him to the deep and dirty secret his landlord has been hiding and his connection with the land mafia, Zhao Yiming is faced with an impossible choice. Will he claw his way to the top and become the billionaire he was meant to be? Or will his second life end behind bars, just as tragic as his first?
DarkCat_Sorcery · 335.6K Views

Elves Are Sleeping Beauties

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!
lostatlas · 8.3K Views
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