Romanorgy

Workout

by Romanorgy

Chapter 5 in What's Wrong With Me?

She went to the gym with a lie. She told herself she was going to exhaust her body, to push it past its limits until the screaming, incessant desires in her mind had no energy left to fuel themselves. It was a , pathetic plan, and it failed before she even finished her w...

by Romanorgy

Chapter 4 in What's Wrong With Me?

The next day, the war began. It didn't start with a bang, but with a low, insidious hum that vibrated just beneath the surface of her skin. The office, once a place of predictable routine, now felt like a minefield. Every glance, every casual touch, was a potential tripwire. It...

Introduction

by Romanorgy

Chapter 1 in What's Wrong With Me?

The dinner table was a stage, and they were all playing their parts. Aaliyah had set the scene perfectly: the polished oak gleaming under the warm pendant light, the scent of roasted chicken and rosemary filling the air, the soft clinking of silverware against ceramic creating a...

Broken

by Romanorgy

Chapter 3 in What's Wrong With Me?

The tennis lesson was a blur. Aaliyah moved through the motions, her body on autopilot while her mind was a chaotic mess. Codey, her instructor, was flirting with her, as he always did. His compliments about her form, his easy smile—she usually brushed them off. Today, she found...

Stray Thoughts

by Romanorgy

Chapter 2 in What's Wrong With Me?

The click of the latch on the front door was a sound Aaliyah usually associated with release—the shedding of her professional skin, the return to the comfort of home. Today, it just signaled the start of the second shift. She dropped her purse on the entryway table with a tired s...

The Gift

by Romanorgy

Chapter 18 in The Family Tree Paradox

Sam folds the note one final time, running his thumb along the crease as if he could seal his intentions into the paper. The kitchen is quiet around them, the morning light still gray and uncertain. He tucks the note into his shirt pocket, patting it once. The weight of it settl...

The Weight

by Romanorgy

Chapter 17 in The Family Tree Paradox

The apartment has become a temple to the word. Sam hears it in the way Nancy hums while making coffee, the way she stretches in the morning light, the way she whispers it against his skin in the dark hours when sleep won't come. Daddy. It's a word that reshapes the air around it...

Photoshoot 2.0

by Romanorgy

Chapter 34 in Trigger Word

The studio smelled of expensive paper and faint chemicals, that sharp-sweet scent of developer fluid lurking beneath layers of perfume. Stacy stepped through the door and felt the space close around her—high ceilings, exposed brick, track lighting aimed at a velvet chaise that do...

It's All True

by Romanorgy

Chapter 16 in The Family Tree Paradox

The clock on the wall reads 9:14 PM when the front door opens. Sam's head snaps up. He's been standing in the middle of the living room for the past forty minutes, frozen in place, his hands clenched at his sides. The waiting has hollowed him out, scraped him raw. Every creak of...

The Confession

by Romanorgy

Chapter 15 in The Family Tree Paradox

The knock comes at 6:47 PM. Three soft raps, then silence. Sam's been lying on the bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, counting the seconds like a man marking time on a cell wall. The laughter from the living room stopped fifteen minutes ago. He heard Jessica's goodbye, the c...

Car Trouble

by Romanorgy

Chapter 33 in Trigger Word

The afternoon sun was slanting low through the windshield, catching the dust motes that drifted in the warm air. Stacy's fingers drummed against the steering wheel in time with the song on the radio, some upbeat pop track she'd heard a dozen times. The meeting had gone well. A ne...

Weekly Update

by Romanorgy

Chapter 7 in Trigger Word

The office hummed with its usual mid-morning chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clattering, a vendor arguing in the breakroom about a deposit. Stacy absorbed it all without hearing it. Her desk was a fortress of color swatches and contract folders, timelines color-coded by urgency....

Night Shift

by Romanorgy

Chapter 32 in Trigger Word

The water was still beading on her skin when she stepped out of the shower. The locker room hummed with fluorescent light, empty except for the echo of her own footsteps against the tile. Stacy wrapped the towel around herself, tucked the corner between her breasts, and padded to...

More Consequences

by Romanorgy

Chapter 14 in The Family Tree Paradox

The pre-dawn light is a pale yellow, seeping through the blinds in thin, stripes. Sam sits at the kitchen table, his hands flat on the wood, staring at nothing. He hasn't moved in an hour. The gray slacks from 1964 are still on his body, the fabric scratchy against his...

Popcorn

by Romanorgy

Chapter 31 in Trigger Word

The game was already in motion before Mike even spoke. Stacy could feel it humming through the air like a live wire, invisible but crackling with potential. She stood at the kitchen island, her fingers wrapped around a bottle of whiskey, the glass cool against her palm. The livin...

The First Witness

by Romanorgy

Chapter 198 in Haunted Desires

Down the hall, Kenzie is at her desk, her charcoal pencil snapping against the paper. Suddenly, the silence of the house is pierced. Your essence coils around her ears, amplifying her hearing until the walls seem to disappear. She doesn't just hear the words; she feels the vibrat...

Therapy Tool

by Romanorgy

Chapter 30 in Trigger Word

The leather and lavender hit her the moment she stepped through the door. The scent was deliberate, clinical, designed to calm. Stacy let her shoulders drop, let the tension drain from her jaw as she settled into the familiar armchair across from Dr. Evans. The afternoon light sl...

Questions of Existence

by Romanorgy

Chapter 13 in The Family Tree Paradox

The light through the cheap curtains is gray, the color of a sky that can't decide if it wants to rain. Sam lies on his back, staring at the water stain on the ceiling. The radiator ticks. His sheets are twisted around his legs, damp with sweat. The pulling is worse today. It's...

Candy Striper

by Romanorgy

Chapter 12 in The Family Tree Paradox

The motel room is gray with morning. The radiator ticks as it cools, and the light through the curtains is thin, the color of old bone. Sam lies on his back, staring at the water stain on the ceiling that looks like a map of a country he'll never visit. His body remembers Barbar...

The Beach 2.0

by Romanorgy

Chapter 29 in Trigger Word

The sand was warm beneath her towel, the kind of heat that seeped into muscle and bone and made a person want to simply dissolve. Stacy lay on her stomach, cheek turned to the side, watching the ocean roll in endless blue-green waves. The sun was high, the sky a brittle sheet of...