Tag "Workaholism" - Works and Original stories

Alina finally set down her quill, turning to glare at him. “What do you want, Jade?” For a moment, he didn’t answer. He simply stood there, his gaze sweeping over her face as if memorizing every detail. Then, without warning, he reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You,” he said simply, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jade chuckled, the sound low and warm. He moved behind her, his presence like a comforting shadow. “Sweet words, you say? I don’t recall being *that* persuasive.”

Grand Master Jean had always considered romance novels to be a frivolous waste of time and an extravagant indulgence. To say that she actually enjoyed the stories would be a bit inaccurate. Instead, her new interest was greatly influenced by the attentive and incredibly attractive librarian.

On the very edge of the gray city, where the smoke of factory chimneys merges with the clouds, there lived a man named Artem. His days were tangled, like a tangle of iron-wrapped threads. He was a factory worker, forgotten in a corner of industrial emptiness.