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The tin cart squeaked as Ekaterina pushed it down the aisle, her green eyes scanning the shelves with sharp intent. I followed a few steps behind, watching like a cautious handler trailing a newly adopted predator. She was paradoxically gorgeous— marble-pale skin, raven-black hair— but the way she moved made it clear she wasn’t human. She stopped at the vitamin aisle and scanned the bottles. “Sun- starved,” she muttered. “Colt, the Vampire-Rescue teacher warned me about this,” I said, reaching for vitamin D. Without B or D, it’s ‘game over’ for vampires.” “Colt sounds charming,” she said flatly. “Oh, you’d love him,” I quipped, tossing the bottle into the cart. As she turned, her elbow knocked a box of glitter onto the floor. Tiny golden stars scattered everywhere. “I’ll clean it up,” I said, but she was already on her knees. “Every vampire is OCD,” she muttered. “I can’t leave until I count them all.” I leaned on the cart, watching her painstakingly place each star back in the box. “If I ever tick you off, I’ll just drop some poppy seeds and make a clean getaway.” She almost laughed, then shook her head. Once the glitter was dealt with, she stepped toward me. “Still afraid I’ll ‘drain’ you?” “Not exactly,” I said warily. “Relax,” she said, smirking. “I’m a hybrid. I feed on blood and negative energy. You’re basically a buffet. Nervous and depressed? That’s dessert.” “Great,” I muttered. “My loss, your gain.” Her gaze softened. “You’re not the only one who’s sad. Remember that.” In the dental aisle, she piled toothpaste, floss, and mouthwash into the cart. Her fangs flashed as she spoke, a reminder of what she really was. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked softly. “It’s the right thing to do,” I said. “Besides, life’s gotten 200 percent more interesting since you showed up.” She laughed softly, and for a moment, she almost seemed human. Extended chapters and radio dramas. on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, all free during promotional start up. #vampire #undead #ghoul #novella #novel #bookseries #paranormalromance #radiodrama #audiodrama #podcastshorts #vampirehunter
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The tin cart squeaked as Ekaterina pushed it down the aisle, her green eyes scanning the shelves with sharp intent. I followed a few steps behind, watching like a cautious handler trailing a newly adopted predator. She was paradoxically gorgeous— marble-pale skin, raven-black hair— but the way she moved made it clear she wasn’t human. She stopped at the vitamin aisle and scanned the bottles. “Sun- starved,” she muttered. “Colt, the Vampire-Rescue teacher warned me about this,” I said, reaching for vitamin D. Without B or D, it’s ‘game over’ for vampires.” “Colt sounds charming,” she said flatly. “Oh, you’d love him,” I quipped, tossing the bottle into the cart. As she turned, her elbow knocked a box of glitter onto the floor. Tiny golden stars scattered everywhere. “I’ll clean it up,” I said, but she was already on her knees. “Every vampire is OCD,” she muttered. “I can’t leave until I count them all.” I leaned on the cart, watching her painstakingly place each star back in the box. “If I ever tick you off, I’ll just drop some poppy seeds and make a clean getaway.” She almost laughed, then shook her head. Once the glitter was dealt with, she stepped toward me. “Still afraid I’ll ‘drain’ you?” “Not exactly,” I said warily. “Relax,” she said, smirking. “I’m a hybrid. I feed on blood and negative energy. You’re basically a buffet. Nervous and depressed? That’s dessert.” “Great,” I muttered. “My loss, your gain.” Her gaze softened. “You’re not the only one who’s sad. Remember that.” In the dental aisle, she piled toothpaste, floss, and mouthwash into the cart. Her fangs flashed as she spoke, a reminder of what she really was. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked softly. “It’s the right thing to do,” I said. “Besides, life’s gotten 200 percent more interesting since you showed up.” She laughed softly, and for a moment, she almost seemed human. Extended chapters and radio dramas. on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, all free during promotional start up. #vampire #undead #ghoul #novella #novel #bookseries #paranormalromance #radiodrama #audiodrama #podcastshorts #vampirehunter
“Written But Not Fixed” Chapter 13: Cracks in Reality The industrial complex shimmered, half-formed and unreal. Natasha scanned endless files, her AI mind searching for its location. Nothing. “It’s as if it never existed,” she muttered. Jake trailed behind. “You’re telling me the smartest AI in the universe can’t find one building?” Natasha shot him a glare. “Do you ever stop talking?” Rizzo grinned. “Relax, Jake. You’ve got me.” They reached a plain room charged with an odd significance. At the center sat Max Khaimov, the mathematician- philosopher. His ordinary sweater and glasses threw Jake off. “You’re Max?” Jake asked. Max smiled. “Why does everyone say it like that?” Natasha stepped forward. “Your theories on mathematical dimensions are… elegant.” “You’re Natasha,” Max said. “I had a feeling you’d show up eventually.” Max explained: the glitches weren’t physical anomalies— they were cracks in the universe’s mathematical structure. “Reality’s ultimate purpose is transmitting information,” he said. “Now, that information is breaking down.” Jake struggled to follow as Max sketched equations. “This makes no sense.” Rizzo smirked. “Try the vape again, kid.” Jake inhaled sharply, and suddenly, the room became a world of flowing equations. Natasha’s humanoid form dissolved into vectors; Max became a lattice of constants. “This is insane,” Jake muttered. Max’s calm voice cut through. “This is the universe at its core.” Rizzo added, “The glitches are like a crack in a windshield. It spreads, and then everything shatters.” Jake frowned. “What are you doing to stop it?” Max’s expression darkened. “The cracks aren’t just here. They’re unraveling across dimensions.” Rizzo’s usual smirk faded. “And there’s intent behind it.” The weight of his words hung in the air. End of Chapter 13. And check out the radio drama podcast companion to this chapter — also on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, and social media. Chapter 14 and accompanying radio drama drops Monday. Written But Not Fixed,” Check out the chapter 13 drop in Comments and Radio Drama Podcast here and extended chapter on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. And check out other great stories, all free for now while start up promotion continues, on Andrew’s Substack Newsletter Linktree in Bio. #a#ais#simulation#p#paranormalromance#r#robotf#fantasy#s#scifis#suspense#a#audiobook#r#radiodrama#p#podcastshorts#n#novellam#micronovel#f#flatearthm#mandelaeffect#p#portall#logos
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“Written But Not Fixed” Chapter 13: Cracks in Reality The industrial complex shimmered, half-formed and unreal. Natasha scanned endless files, her AI mind searching for its location. Nothing. “It’s as if it never existed,” she muttered. Jake trailed behind. “You’re telling me the smartest AI in the universe can’t find one building?” Natasha shot him a glare. “Do you ever stop talking?” Rizzo grinned. “Relax, Jake. You’ve got me.” They reached a plain room charged with an odd significance. At the center sat Max Khaimov, the mathematician- philosopher. His ordinary sweater and glasses threw Jake off. “You’re Max?” Jake asked. Max smiled. “Why does everyone say it like that?” Natasha stepped forward. “Your theories on mathematical dimensions are… elegant.” “You’re Natasha,” Max said. “I had a feeling you’d show up eventually.” Max explained: the glitches weren’t physical anomalies— they were cracks in the universe’s mathematical structure. “Reality’s ultimate purpose is transmitting information,” he said. “Now, that information is breaking down.” Jake struggled to follow as Max sketched equations. “This makes no sense.” Rizzo smirked. “Try the vape again, kid.” Jake inhaled sharply, and suddenly, the room became a world of flowing equations. Natasha’s humanoid form dissolved into vectors; Max became a lattice of constants. “This is insane,” Jake muttered. Max’s calm voice cut through. “This is the universe at its core.” Rizzo added, “The glitches are like a crack in a windshield. It spreads, and then everything shatters.” Jake frowned. “What are you doing to stop it?” Max’s expression darkened. “The cracks aren’t just here. They’re unraveling across dimensions.” Rizzo’s usual smirk faded. “And there’s intent behind it.” The weight of his words hung in the air. End of Chapter 13. And check out the radio drama podcast companion to this chapter — also on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, and social media. Chapter 14 and accompanying radio drama drops Monday. Written But Not Fixed,” Check out the chapter 13 drop in Comments and Radio Drama Podcast here and extended chapter on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. And check out other great stories, all free for now while start up promotion continues, on Andrew’s Substack Newsletter Linktree in Bio. #a#ais#simulation#p#paranormalromance#r#robotf#fantasy#s#scifis#suspense#a#audiobook#r#radiodrama#p#podcastshorts#n#novellam#micronovel#f#flatearthm#mandelaeffect#p#portall#logos
ROYAL VAMPIRE: CHAPTER ONE – THE RESCUE She was a vampire on the run— grieving, hunted, and unsure if she could trust me. Her lover had been killed by a hunter, not out of vengeance but for profit. Vampires weren’t hunted for the harm they caused humanity, but for the regenerative tissues that made them a pharmaceutical goldmine. Their cells could cure disease, reverse aging, even regenerate failing organs. The problem? Dead vampires fetched a fortune on the black market. Big Pharma’s miracle compound, Verum, was derived from vampire cells, and demand was skyrocketing. Hunters were willing to kill to meet it, and the underground trade was thriving. That’s where I came in. I’d joined a vampire rescue group, believing it was my way to “give back.” I didn’t know what I was getting into until she showed up in my car. Pale, striking, and tense, she sat behind the wheel of my old Dodge Charger, chain-smoking to calm her nerves. “How do I know I can trust you?” she asked, suspicion clear in her voice. “You don’t,” I replied. “But if I wanted a payday, you’d already be in a van with duct tape.” Her laugh was sharp but brief, and I could sense the fear she was masking. Her lover had been killed in front of her, and now she was in my hands—being smuggled out of Manhattan in the dead of night. I wasn’t just moving her; I was taking her into my home. Her name was Ekaterina— “E-Kat” for short. She was skeptical, fiery, and grieving, but there was something in her that kept me listening. We made a stop at an all-night pharmacy. She needed supplies, and I needed time to think. A cop was parked out front, asleep in his cruiser, but her nerves were raw. “We shouldn’t be here if he wakes up,” she said, grabbing a basket. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, it hit me. I wasn’t just helping her survive—I was stepping into a world I never expected to be part of. She turned to me, her green eyes cutting through the haze. “So, what’s the story, David? You going to stand there all night staring at me, or are you going to buy something?” This was no longer about her. It was about me. Want to hear Ekaterina’s story come to life? Chapter 1 of Royal Vampire is on Andrew’s Substack. Dive into the full radio drama podcast today. A Vampire Saga! “Royal Vampire” Listen to Radio Drama Podcast on Andrew’s Substack Linktree in Bio. You can read the chapter and listen to the radio drama, both posted on Tik Tok, or read it on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Chapter drops and radio dramas based on chapters on Tik Tok and Substack, next drop a week from Monday. #radiodrama #audiobook #podcastshorts #novella #vampire #undead #demon #ghoul #darkfantasy #fantasy #novella #paranormalromance
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ROYAL VAMPIRE: CHAPTER ONE – THE RESCUE She was a vampire on the run— grieving, hunted, and unsure if she could trust me. Her lover had been killed by a hunter, not out of vengeance but for profit. Vampires weren’t hunted for the harm they caused humanity, but for the regenerative tissues that made them a pharmaceutical goldmine. Their cells could cure disease, reverse aging, even regenerate failing organs. The problem? Dead vampires fetched a fortune on the black market. Big Pharma’s miracle compound, Verum, was derived from vampire cells, and demand was skyrocketing. Hunters were willing to kill to meet it, and the underground trade was thriving. That’s where I came in. I’d joined a vampire rescue group, believing it was my way to “give back.” I didn’t know what I was getting into until she showed up in my car. Pale, striking, and tense, she sat behind the wheel of my old Dodge Charger, chain-smoking to calm her nerves. “How do I know I can trust you?” she asked, suspicion clear in her voice. “You don’t,” I replied. “But if I wanted a payday, you’d already be in a van with duct tape.” Her laugh was sharp but brief, and I could sense the fear she was masking. Her lover had been killed in front of her, and now she was in my hands—being smuggled out of Manhattan in the dead of night. I wasn’t just moving her; I was taking her into my home. Her name was Ekaterina— “E-Kat” for short. She was skeptical, fiery, and grieving, but there was something in her that kept me listening. We made a stop at an all-night pharmacy. She needed supplies, and I needed time to think. A cop was parked out front, asleep in his cruiser, but her nerves were raw. “We shouldn’t be here if he wakes up,” she said, grabbing a basket. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, it hit me. I wasn’t just helping her survive—I was stepping into a world I never expected to be part of. She turned to me, her green eyes cutting through the haze. “So, what’s the story, David? You going to stand there all night staring at me, or are you going to buy something?” This was no longer about her. It was about me. Want to hear Ekaterina’s story come to life? Chapter 1 of Royal Vampire is on Andrew’s Substack. Dive into the full radio drama podcast today. A Vampire Saga! “Royal Vampire” Listen to Radio Drama Podcast on Andrew’s Substack Linktree in Bio. You can read the chapter and listen to the radio drama, both posted on Tik Tok, or read it on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Chapter drops and radio dramas based on chapters on Tik Tok and Substack, next drop a week from Monday. #radiodrama #audiobook #podcastshorts #novella #vampire #undead #demon #ghoul #darkfantasy #fantasy #novella #paranormalromance
ROYAL VAMPIRE: CHAPTER ONE – THE RESCUE She was a vampire on the run— grieving, hunted, and unsure if she could trust me. Her lover had been killed by a hunter, not out of vengeance but for profit. Vampires weren’t hunted for the harm they caused humanity, but for the regenerative tissues that made them a pharmaceutical goldmine. Their cells could cure disease, reverse aging, even regenerate failing organs. The problem? Dead vampires fetched a fortune on the black market. Big Pharma’s miracle compound, Verum, was derived from vampire cells, and demand was skyrocketing. Hunters were willing to kill to meet it, and the underground trade was thriving. That’s where I came in. I’d joined a vampire rescue group, believing it was my way to “give back.” I didn’t know what I was getting into until she showed up in my car. Pale, striking, and tense, she sat behind the wheel of my old Dodge Charger, chain-smoking to calm her nerves. “How do I know I can trust you?” she asked, suspicion clear in her voice. “You don’t,” I replied. “But if I wanted a payday, you’d already be in a van with duct tape.” Her laugh was sharp but brief, and I could sense the fear she was masking. Her lover had been killed in front of her, and now she was in my hands—being smuggled out of Manhattan in the dead of night. I wasn’t just moving her; I was taking her into my home. Her name was Ekaterina— “E-Kat” for short. She was skeptical, fiery, and grieving, but there was something in her that kept me listening. We made a stop at an all-night pharmacy. She needed supplies, and I needed time to think. A cop was parked out front, asleep in his cruiser, but her nerves were raw. “We shouldn’t be here if he wakes up,” she said, grabbing a basket. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, it hit me. I wasn’t just helping her survive—I was stepping into a world I never expected to be part of. She turned to me, her green eyes cutting through the haze. “So, what’s the story, David? You going to stand there all night staring at me, or are you going to buy something?” This was no longer about her. It was about me. Want to hear Ekaterina’s story come to life? Chapter 1 of Royal Vampire is on Andrew’s Substack. Dive into the full radio drama podcast today. A Vampire Saga! “Royal Vampire” Starting Tonite! Listen to Radio Drama Podcast here (90 seconds)! You can read the chapter and listen to the radio drama, both posted on Tik Tok, or read it on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Chapter drops and radio dramas based on chapters on Tik Tok and Substack, next drop a week from Monday. #radiodrama #audiobook #podcastshorts #novella #vampire #undead #demon #ghoul #darkfantasy #fantasy #novella #paranormalromance
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ROYAL VAMPIRE: CHAPTER ONE – THE RESCUE She was a vampire on the run— grieving, hunted, and unsure if she could trust me. Her lover had been killed by a hunter, not out of vengeance but for profit. Vampires weren’t hunted for the harm they caused humanity, but for the regenerative tissues that made them a pharmaceutical goldmine. Their cells could cure disease, reverse aging, even regenerate failing organs. The problem? Dead vampires fetched a fortune on the black market. Big Pharma’s miracle compound, Verum, was derived from vampire cells, and demand was skyrocketing. Hunters were willing to kill to meet it, and the underground trade was thriving. That’s where I came in. I’d joined a vampire rescue group, believing it was my way to “give back.” I didn’t know what I was getting into until she showed up in my car. Pale, striking, and tense, she sat behind the wheel of my old Dodge Charger, chain-smoking to calm her nerves. “How do I know I can trust you?” she asked, suspicion clear in her voice. “You don’t,” I replied. “But if I wanted a payday, you’d already be in a van with duct tape.” Her laugh was sharp but brief, and I could sense the fear she was masking. Her lover had been killed in front of her, and now she was in my hands—being smuggled out of Manhattan in the dead of night. I wasn’t just moving her; I was taking her into my home. Her name was Ekaterina— “E-Kat” for short. She was skeptical, fiery, and grieving, but there was something in her that kept me listening. We made a stop at an all-night pharmacy. She needed supplies, and I needed time to think. A cop was parked out front, asleep in his cruiser, but her nerves were raw. “We shouldn’t be here if he wakes up,” she said, grabbing a basket. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, it hit me. I wasn’t just helping her survive—I was stepping into a world I never expected to be part of. She turned to me, her green eyes cutting through the haze. “So, what’s the story, David? You going to stand there all night staring at me, or are you going to buy something?” This was no longer about her. It was about me. Want to hear Ekaterina’s story come to life? Chapter 1 of Royal Vampire is on Andrew’s Substack. Dive into the full radio drama podcast today. A Vampire Saga! “Royal Vampire” Starting Tonite! Listen to Radio Drama Podcast here (90 seconds)! You can read the chapter and listen to the radio drama, both posted on Tik Tok, or read it on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Chapter drops and radio dramas based on chapters on Tik Tok and Substack, next drop a week from Monday. #radiodrama #audiobook #podcastshorts #novella #vampire #undead #demon #ghoul #darkfantasy #fantasy #novella #paranormalromance
Chapter 11: The Echo of Creation After my brief moment of rest, I felt a stirring deep within me. The Logos, still tempered but far from mastered, hummed through my veins, reshaping me. I felt limitless, fragile, caught between what I was and what I was becoming. Sophia’s voice broke the stillness. “It’s time, Lilith. The Logos is not a gift; it’s a responsibility. You’ve felt its power. Now, you must understand its weight.” I looked at her, at Lucifer. Doubt and uncertainty surged within me. Was I ready to wield such power? Could I ever be? Lucifer, standing silent, his ember eyes watching me intently, had no humor now— only cold expectation. “What must I do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Sophia approached, her presence soft and warm amidst the dark. “The next step is to bring forth what you’ve learned. The Logos within you must be grounded and made manifest. You are no longer just a creature of hunger, Lilith. You are a creator. It’s time to build.” She gestured to the chasm where molten rivers flowed, and I understood what had to be done. The weight of the task pressed upon me, but I held still, my wings twitching. “Show me,” I whispered. Sophia nodded, and the chasm began to shift. Molten rivers slowed, curling into patterns as the air hummed with life. The fire and stone formed shapes—creation emerging from chaos, bending into beauty. Lucifer’s voice cut through the stillness. “This is the true power of the Logos. To create and destroy in equal measure.” The world around me shimmered with possibility. But as quickly as it started, the transformation halted. Shapes froze mid- creation, incomplete. Exhaustion surged over me, my wings sagging as I stumbled. Sophia was at my side in an instant. “You cannot do this alone. The Logos is greater than any one being. It requires balance. You must learn to share it, shape it with others.” Her words felt foreign, terrifying even. For so long, I had carried my burden alone. But Sophia’s steady presence offered something I hadn’t realized I needed—hope. “You will not walk this path alone,” she assured. “Others will come to you, as you have come to them. You’ll find your balance. You’ll find your purpose.” In that moment, I understood. The path would be hard, but I had begun. And in this beginning, I found what I had long lost: hope. The shard pulsed steadily against my chest, a beacon of light in the dark. I was ready for the next step. END OF CHAPTER 11 Chapter 12 along with radio drama podcast drops Tuesday. LLilith’s Story” Book Chapter 11 Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Tuesday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
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Chapter 11: The Echo of Creation After my brief moment of rest, I felt a stirring deep within me. The Logos, still tempered but far from mastered, hummed through my veins, reshaping me. I felt limitless, fragile, caught between what I was and what I was becoming. Sophia’s voice broke the stillness. “It’s time, Lilith. The Logos is not a gift; it’s a responsibility. You’ve felt its power. Now, you must understand its weight.” I looked at her, at Lucifer. Doubt and uncertainty surged within me. Was I ready to wield such power? Could I ever be? Lucifer, standing silent, his ember eyes watching me intently, had no humor now— only cold expectation. “What must I do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Sophia approached, her presence soft and warm amidst the dark. “The next step is to bring forth what you’ve learned. The Logos within you must be grounded and made manifest. You are no longer just a creature of hunger, Lilith. You are a creator. It’s time to build.” She gestured to the chasm where molten rivers flowed, and I understood what had to be done. The weight of the task pressed upon me, but I held still, my wings twitching. “Show me,” I whispered. Sophia nodded, and the chasm began to shift. Molten rivers slowed, curling into patterns as the air hummed with life. The fire and stone formed shapes—creation emerging from chaos, bending into beauty. Lucifer’s voice cut through the stillness. “This is the true power of the Logos. To create and destroy in equal measure.” The world around me shimmered with possibility. But as quickly as it started, the transformation halted. Shapes froze mid- creation, incomplete. Exhaustion surged over me, my wings sagging as I stumbled. Sophia was at my side in an instant. “You cannot do this alone. The Logos is greater than any one being. It requires balance. You must learn to share it, shape it with others.” Her words felt foreign, terrifying even. For so long, I had carried my burden alone. But Sophia’s steady presence offered something I hadn’t realized I needed—hope. “You will not walk this path alone,” she assured. “Others will come to you, as you have come to them. You’ll find your balance. You’ll find your purpose.” In that moment, I understood. The path would be hard, but I had begun. And in this beginning, I found what I had long lost: hope. The shard pulsed steadily against my chest, a beacon of light in the dark. I was ready for the next step. END OF CHAPTER 11 Chapter 12 along with radio drama podcast drops Tuesday. LLilith’s Story” Book Chapter 11 Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Tuesday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
Hunger doesn’t whisper; it screams. Night after night, I descended into the mortal world, stealing warmth and light from sleeping souls. Their essence filled me but never lasted. The hunger always returned. And with it, the whisper: “This is not your path.” I ignored it. Until the first came. A small, shimmering creature crawled from the shadows—a succubus with fragile wings and endless, hungry eyes. “Mother,” she whispered before dissolving into smoke. But she wasn’t the last. My daughters, born of hunger and shadow, scattered like ash on the wind. I wanted to stop. But the hunger wouldn’t let me. The Logos kept calling: “This is not your path.” One night, I screamed into the darkness, begging for it all to end. But instead, the ground beneath me opened, pulling me into the abyss. Hell stretched before me. Lucifer and Sophia waited in the distance. This time, I wouldn’t turn away. End of Chapter 10 Chapter 11 drops Thursday Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Thursday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
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Hunger doesn’t whisper; it screams. Night after night, I descended into the mortal world, stealing warmth and light from sleeping souls. Their essence filled me but never lasted. The hunger always returned. And with it, the whisper: “This is not your path.” I ignored it. Until the first came. A small, shimmering creature crawled from the shadows—a succubus with fragile wings and endless, hungry eyes. “Mother,” she whispered before dissolving into smoke. But she wasn’t the last. My daughters, born of hunger and shadow, scattered like ash on the wind. I wanted to stop. But the hunger wouldn’t let me. The Logos kept calling: “This is not your path.” One night, I screamed into the darkness, begging for it all to end. But instead, the ground beneath me opened, pulling me into the abyss. Hell stretched before me. Lucifer and Sophia waited in the distance. This time, I wouldn’t turn away. End of Chapter 10 Chapter 11 drops Thursday Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Thursday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
Books of Revelation Chapter 4: Babylon’s Shadow Tonie had left for the city by the time I woke up, her note teasing me about the dusty coffee table: “Dust me on your day off.” With the house quiet, I spent the morning at Synergy Gym, dodging my trainer Mitch’s usual “motivational” lectures. But today, Mitch wasn’t himself—moving sluggishly, nursing a hangover, and barely counting my reps. “You look like you need a nap,” I said, halfway through my routine. He groaned. “Didn’t make it home last night. Don’t start.” Despite Mitch’s mood, the workout was doing its job, and I felt stronger as the session wore on. By the time we moved to the abs section, I was even enjoying myself. That’s when I saw him. A debate panel played on one of the overhead TVs. It was a typical election cycle topic—healthcare reform, political soundbites. But then, one of the speakers caught my attention: a man in a dark suit, horn- rimmed glasses, and a razor- sharp goatee. His voice was smooth, charismatic, unnervingly familiar. Lukas. Five years had passed since I’d last seen him—the devil who had once worked with me to save the world from a runaway black hole a European Particle Collider created. Now he was a political surrogate for the Bridge, weaving his words like spells, captivating both the panel and the audience. I froze mid-sit- up, unable to look away. Mitch noticed my distraction. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said quickly, trying to focus on the workout. “Just someone from… before,” I added, muttering. The man on the TV smiled, his words chillingly direct: “Next stop: Babylon. We’re not rewriting the future— we are the future.” Lukas was back, and this time, he wasn’t playing sidekick to my chaotic adventures. He had a new agenda, one that didn’t just hint at danger—it promised it. Books of Revelation: Part 1, Chapter 4 an end-times book and radio drama series! Dive right in, Chapter 4 will Catch you up! Check out the companion podcast to chapter 4 on Tik Tok and Andrew’s Substack Linktree in Bio. A book series inspired by the Book of Revelations, Chapters 4 and 17. All chapters and radio dramas free for now— during start up — on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #n#novelw#whoreofbabylonm#mysterybabylon#b#bookofrevelationl#liliths#succubusp#poper#romew#washingtonv#vaticanw#whitehousep#popep#presidentv#vaticanw#whitehouse#e#electiona#antichristp#prophecyj#johnofpatmos#a#audiobookr#radiodramap#podcastshorts
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Books of Revelation Chapter 4: Babylon’s Shadow Tonie had left for the city by the time I woke up, her note teasing me about the dusty coffee table: “Dust me on your day off.” With the house quiet, I spent the morning at Synergy Gym, dodging my trainer Mitch’s usual “motivational” lectures. But today, Mitch wasn’t himself—moving sluggishly, nursing a hangover, and barely counting my reps. “You look like you need a nap,” I said, halfway through my routine. He groaned. “Didn’t make it home last night. Don’t start.” Despite Mitch’s mood, the workout was doing its job, and I felt stronger as the session wore on. By the time we moved to the abs section, I was even enjoying myself. That’s when I saw him. A debate panel played on one of the overhead TVs. It was a typical election cycle topic—healthcare reform, political soundbites. But then, one of the speakers caught my attention: a man in a dark suit, horn- rimmed glasses, and a razor- sharp goatee. His voice was smooth, charismatic, unnervingly familiar. Lukas. Five years had passed since I’d last seen him—the devil who had once worked with me to save the world from a runaway black hole a European Particle Collider created. Now he was a political surrogate for the Bridge, weaving his words like spells, captivating both the panel and the audience. I froze mid-sit- up, unable to look away. Mitch noticed my distraction. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said quickly, trying to focus on the workout. “Just someone from… before,” I added, muttering. The man on the TV smiled, his words chillingly direct: “Next stop: Babylon. We’re not rewriting the future— we are the future.” Lukas was back, and this time, he wasn’t playing sidekick to my chaotic adventures. He had a new agenda, one that didn’t just hint at danger—it promised it. Books of Revelation: Part 1, Chapter 4 an end-times book and radio drama series! Dive right in, Chapter 4 will Catch you up! Check out the companion podcast to chapter 4 on Tik Tok and Andrew’s Substack Linktree in Bio. A book series inspired by the Book of Revelations, Chapters 4 and 17. All chapters and radio dramas free for now— during start up — on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #n#novelw#whoreofbabylonm#mysterybabylon#b#bookofrevelationl#liliths#succubusp#poper#romew#washingtonv#vaticanw#whitehousep#popep#presidentv#vaticanw#whitehouse#e#electiona#antichristp#prophecyj#johnofpatmos#a#audiobookr#radiodramap#podcastshorts
Los viajes preferidos de Leslie #podcast #podcasting #podcastenespañol #podcastshorts #podcastshow🎙
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Los viajes preferidos de Leslie #podcast #podcasting #podcastenespañol #podcastshorts #podcastshow🎙
Leslie Rojo on the Podcast 🎙️#podcast #podcasting #podcastenespañol #podcastshorts #podcastshow #fypツ #podcastshow
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Leslie Rojo on the Podcast 🎙️#podcast #podcasting #podcastenespañol #podcastshorts #podcastshow #fypツ #podcastshow
“Genie Can’t Stay,” Micro-Chapter 9: Bridges and New Beginnings Roy’s apartment felt emptier than ever. Ishtara’s absence lingered, like an echo he couldn’t escape. One night, he thought he heard her voice: “Roy.” But the room was empty. The next day, Marcy texted him. “You busy? Wanna meet for coffee? They met an hour later, an informal, impromptu, get-together. “You look like hell,” she teased. Roy smirked faintly. “Gee, thanks.” She shrugged. “You miss her. That’s okay. But don’t drown in it, Roy. You’ve got people who care about you.” Marcy then invited him to dinner. “I’m making lasagna. Don’t expect magic,” she warned. The lasagna was burnt, smoke filling the apartment as Marcy waved a towel at the alarm. “Guess I’m no princess,” she joked. Roy laughed for the first time in weeks. It wasn’t fire between them like it felt with the genie, but it was warm. And for now, that was enough. End of Chapter 9, Chapter 10 drops Thursday. For extended chapters and radio drama companion podcasts to each chapter go to Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. All chapter drops and radio dramas FREE during start up promotion. And listen to radio drama podcasts here or on Substack, Substack link in Linktree in bio. Next chapter drop and radio drama podcast drops Thursday. #novella #radiodrama #podcastshorts #audiolay #genie #Genie #djinn #wishes #dreamcometrue #paranormalromance
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“Genie Can’t Stay,” Micro-Chapter 9: Bridges and New Beginnings Roy’s apartment felt emptier than ever. Ishtara’s absence lingered, like an echo he couldn’t escape. One night, he thought he heard her voice: “Roy.” But the room was empty. The next day, Marcy texted him. “You busy? Wanna meet for coffee? They met an hour later, an informal, impromptu, get-together. “You look like hell,” she teased. Roy smirked faintly. “Gee, thanks.” She shrugged. “You miss her. That’s okay. But don’t drown in it, Roy. You’ve got people who care about you.” Marcy then invited him to dinner. “I’m making lasagna. Don’t expect magic,” she warned. The lasagna was burnt, smoke filling the apartment as Marcy waved a towel at the alarm. “Guess I’m no princess,” she joked. Roy laughed for the first time in weeks. It wasn’t fire between them like it felt with the genie, but it was warm. And for now, that was enough. End of Chapter 9, Chapter 10 drops Thursday. For extended chapters and radio drama companion podcasts to each chapter go to Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. All chapter drops and radio dramas FREE during start up promotion. And listen to radio drama podcasts here or on Substack, Substack link in Linktree in bio. Next chapter drop and radio drama podcast drops Thursday. #novella #radiodrama #podcastshorts #audiolay #genie #Genie #djinn #wishes #dreamcometrue #paranormalromance
Written Book Chapter 4 Drop Books of Revelation” Chapter 4: Babylon’s Shadow Tonie had left for the city by the time I woke up, her note teasing me about the dusty coffee table: “Dust me on your day off.” With the house quiet, I spent the morning at Synergy Gym, dodging my trainer Mitch’s usual “motivational” lectures. But today, Mitch wasn’t himself—moving sluggishly, nursing a hangover, and barely counting my reps. “You look like you need a nap,” I said, halfway through my routine. He groaned. “Didn’t make it home last night. Don’t start.” Despite Mitch’s mood, the workout was doing its job, and I felt stronger as the session wore on. By the time we moved to the abs section, I was even enjoying myself. That’s when I saw him. A debate panel played on one of the overhead TVs. It was a typical election cycle topic—healthcare reform, political soundbites. But then, one of the speakers caught my attention: a man in a dark suit, horn- rimmed glasses, and a razor- sharp goatee. His voice was smooth, charismatic, unnervingly familiar. Lukas. Five years had passed since I’d last seen him—the devil who had once worked with me to save the world from a runaway black hole a European Particle Collider created. Now he was a political surrogate for the Bridge, weaving his words like spells, captivating both the panel and the audience. I froze mid-sit- up, unable to look away. Mitch noticed my distraction. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said quickly, trying to focus on the workout. “Just someone from… before,” I added, muttering. The man on the TV smiled, his words chillingly direct: “Next stop: Babylon. We’re not rewriting the future— we are the future.” Lukas was back, and this time, he wasn’t playing sidekick to my chaotic adventures. He had a new agenda, one that didn’t just hint at danger—it promised it. Books of Revelation: Part 1, Chapter 4 an end-times book and radio drama series! Dive right in, Chapter 4 will Catch you up! Check out the companion podcast to chapter 4 on Tik Tok and Andrew’s Substack Linktree in Bio. A book series inspired by the Book of Revelations, Chapters 4 and 17. All chapters and radio dramas free for now— during start up — on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #n#novelw#whoreofbabylonm#mysterybabylonb#bookofrevelationl#liliths#succubusp#poper#romew#washingtonv#vaticanw#whitehousep#popep#presidentv#vaticanw#whitehouse#e#electiona#antichristp#prophecyj#johnofpatmos#a#audiobookr#radiodramap#podcastshorts
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Written Book Chapter 4 Drop Books of Revelation” Chapter 4: Babylon’s Shadow Tonie had left for the city by the time I woke up, her note teasing me about the dusty coffee table: “Dust me on your day off.” With the house quiet, I spent the morning at Synergy Gym, dodging my trainer Mitch’s usual “motivational” lectures. But today, Mitch wasn’t himself—moving sluggishly, nursing a hangover, and barely counting my reps. “You look like you need a nap,” I said, halfway through my routine. He groaned. “Didn’t make it home last night. Don’t start.” Despite Mitch’s mood, the workout was doing its job, and I felt stronger as the session wore on. By the time we moved to the abs section, I was even enjoying myself. That’s when I saw him. A debate panel played on one of the overhead TVs. It was a typical election cycle topic—healthcare reform, political soundbites. But then, one of the speakers caught my attention: a man in a dark suit, horn- rimmed glasses, and a razor- sharp goatee. His voice was smooth, charismatic, unnervingly familiar. Lukas. Five years had passed since I’d last seen him—the devil who had once worked with me to save the world from a runaway black hole a European Particle Collider created. Now he was a political surrogate for the Bridge, weaving his words like spells, captivating both the panel and the audience. I froze mid-sit- up, unable to look away. Mitch noticed my distraction. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said quickly, trying to focus on the workout. “Just someone from… before,” I added, muttering. The man on the TV smiled, his words chillingly direct: “Next stop: Babylon. We’re not rewriting the future— we are the future.” Lukas was back, and this time, he wasn’t playing sidekick to my chaotic adventures. He had a new agenda, one that didn’t just hint at danger—it promised it. Books of Revelation: Part 1, Chapter 4 an end-times book and radio drama series! Dive right in, Chapter 4 will Catch you up! Check out the companion podcast to chapter 4 on Tik Tok and Andrew’s Substack Linktree in Bio. A book series inspired by the Book of Revelations, Chapters 4 and 17. All chapters and radio dramas free for now— during start up — on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #n#novelw#whoreofbabylonm#mysterybabylonb#bookofrevelationl#liliths#succubusp#poper#romew#washingtonv#vaticanw#whitehousep#popep#presidentv#vaticanw#whitehouse#e#electiona#antichristp#prophecyj#johnofpatmos#a#audiobookr#radiodramap#podcastshorts
Can AI Predict the Rise of the Antichrist? The Book of Revelation, with its symbolic prophecies, has sparked millennia of speculation. But what if artificial intelligence— armed with real-time global data—could decode these prophecies and identify the rise of an Antichrist-like figure? How It Might Work An advanced AI could analyze Revelation’s metaphors— “the beast,” “seven heads”—using natural language processing (NLP) and map them to global events. With access to financial, political, and social data, it could create predictive models for: A leader gaining unprecedented global influence. Financial collapses or economic crises. The rise of a universal system like digital currencies. Famine. War. Algorithms could then statistically predict the likelihood of these patterns aligning with prophecy. Could Rome or Others Commission This? Institutions like the Vatican could theoretically build such an AI with billions of dollars, access to classified data, and expert theologians. This system could monitor trends and identify warning signs. Yet, theological concerns would arise: Is it ethical to “quantify” divine prophecy? Would it lead to false assumptions about God’s will? Key Challenges Symbolism: Revelation’s metaphors are open to interpretation—can an AI avoid human bias? Data Integrity: Unreliable or manipulated data could skew predictions. False Positives: Many leaders could statistically fit the “Antichrist” mold— how do you find the one? Risks and Possibilities An AI declaring someone the Antichrist could spark panic and manipulation. Yet, such a tool might also calculate risks for nuclear war, pandemics, or spiritual upheaval. Would it be a force for clarity—or chaos? The Unsolvable Puzzle AI may analyze patterns, but we’re Revelation’s mysteries ever meant for machines? Prophecy transcends human understanding, let alone algorithmic probability. Still, the idea of predictive AI reshaping faith and fear in our world is as fascinating as it is unsettling. Sources Harari, Yuval Noah. Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow. Lennox, John. 2084: Artificial Intelligence and the Future of Humanity. Bostrom, Nick. Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies. And read Books of Revelation, a newly released, end times fantasy book, free chapter drops during start up promotion, Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Books of Revelation: Part 1, Chapter 3, an end-times book and radio drama series! Check out the companion podcast to chapter 3 Read written book chapter 1 and 3 and enjoy the radio drama on this platform or on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. A book series inspired by the Book of Revelations, Chapters 4 and 17. All chapters and radio dramas free for now— during start up — on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #novel #whoreofbabylon #mysterybabylon #bookofrevelation #lilith #succubus #pope #rome #washington #vatican #whitehouse #pope #president #vatican #election #antichrist #prophecy #johnofpatmos #audiobook #radiodrama #podcastshorts
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Can AI Predict the Rise of the Antichrist? The Book of Revelation, with its symbolic prophecies, has sparked millennia of speculation. But what if artificial intelligence— armed with real-time global data—could decode these prophecies and identify the rise of an Antichrist-like figure? How It Might Work An advanced AI could analyze Revelation’s metaphors— “the beast,” “seven heads”—using natural language processing (NLP) and map them to global events. With access to financial, political, and social data, it could create predictive models for: A leader gaining unprecedented global influence. Financial collapses or economic crises. The rise of a universal system like digital currencies. Famine. War. Algorithms could then statistically predict the likelihood of these patterns aligning with prophecy. Could Rome or Others Commission This? Institutions like the Vatican could theoretically build such an AI with billions of dollars, access to classified data, and expert theologians. This system could monitor trends and identify warning signs. Yet, theological concerns would arise: Is it ethical to “quantify” divine prophecy? Would it lead to false assumptions about God’s will? Key Challenges Symbolism: Revelation’s metaphors are open to interpretation—can an AI avoid human bias? Data Integrity: Unreliable or manipulated data could skew predictions. False Positives: Many leaders could statistically fit the “Antichrist” mold— how do you find the one? Risks and Possibilities An AI declaring someone the Antichrist could spark panic and manipulation. Yet, such a tool might also calculate risks for nuclear war, pandemics, or spiritual upheaval. Would it be a force for clarity—or chaos? The Unsolvable Puzzle AI may analyze patterns, but we’re Revelation’s mysteries ever meant for machines? Prophecy transcends human understanding, let alone algorithmic probability. Still, the idea of predictive AI reshaping faith and fear in our world is as fascinating as it is unsettling. Sources Harari, Yuval Noah. Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow. Lennox, John. 2084: Artificial Intelligence and the Future of Humanity. Bostrom, Nick. Superintelligence: Paths, Dangers, Strategies. And read Books of Revelation, a newly released, end times fantasy book, free chapter drops during start up promotion, Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Books of Revelation: Part 1, Chapter 3, an end-times book and radio drama series! Check out the companion podcast to chapter 3 Read written book chapter 1 and 3 and enjoy the radio drama on this platform or on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. A book series inspired by the Book of Revelations, Chapters 4 and 17. All chapters and radio dramas free for now— during start up — on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #novel #whoreofbabylon #mysterybabylon #bookofrevelation #lilith #succubus #pope #rome #washington #vatican #whitehouse #pope #president #vatican #election #antichrist #prophecy #johnofpatmos #audiobook #radiodrama #podcastshorts
Written But Not Fixed,” Check out the chapter drops and Radio Drama Podcasts on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. And check out other great stories, all free for now while start up promotion continues, on Andrew’s Substack Newsletter Linktree in Bio. #ai #simulation #paranormalromance #robot #fantasy #scifi #suspense #audiobook #radiodrama #podcastshorts #novella #micronovel #flatearth #mandelaeffect #portal #logos #mathematics
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Written But Not Fixed,” Check out the chapter drops and Radio Drama Podcasts on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. And check out other great stories, all free for now while start up promotion continues, on Andrew’s Substack Newsletter Linktree in Bio. #ai #simulation #paranormalromance #robot #fantasy #scifi #suspense #audiobook #radiodrama #podcastshorts #novella #micronovel #flatearth #mandelaeffect #portal #logos #mathematics
A Vampire Saga! “Royal Vampire” Starting Tonite! Listen to Radio Drama Podcast here (90 seconds)! You can read the chapter and listen to the radio drama, both posted on Tik Tok, or read it on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Chapter drops and radio dramas based on chapters on Tik Tok and Substack, next drop a week from Monday. #radiodrama #audiobook #podcastshorts #novella #vampire #undead #demon #ghoul #darkfantasy #fantasy #novella #paranormalromance
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A Vampire Saga! “Royal Vampire” Starting Tonite! Listen to Radio Drama Podcast here (90 seconds)! You can read the chapter and listen to the radio drama, both posted on Tik Tok, or read it on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. Chapter drops and radio dramas based on chapters on Tik Tok and Substack, next drop a week from Monday. #radiodrama #audiobook #podcastshorts #novella #vampire #undead #demon #ghoul #darkfantasy #fantasy #novella #paranormalromance
“Genie Can’t Stay” Chapter 10 Roy paced his apartment, the weight of the world bearing down on him. His budding relationship with Marcy felt like a lifeline—warm, stable— but the specter of the Genie Ishtara hung over everything. She wasn’t just in his past. She was a presence he couldn’t shake. When Marcy texted him that night, offering to come over, he hesitated. It wasn’t fair to invite her into a mental battlefield where Ishtara’s memory loomed so large. He declined, even though part of him longed for her company. That night, Ishtara appeared to him in a dream, radiant and sorrowful. “Being queen isn’t what I thought it would be,” she admitted. “I’m just a symbol. A relic.” She spoke of regrets, of feeling out of place. Her words hit Roy hard, but before he could respond, the dream dissolved with her haunting whisper: “I may return.” The next evening, Marcy noticed Roy’s distraction during dinner. She confronted him, her tone firm but kind. “I like you, Roy. A lot. But I need to know if this is real. If you’re in this. I won’t wait around while you pine for someone else.” Her words cut deep, and later, Roy sought his mother’s advice. She didn’t mince words. “Marcy’s a good woman, Roy. If you’re not ready, be honest. But if you push her away now, and she comes back later, she won’t be the same. You’ll lose the version of her you love.” Sitting in the quiet of his apartment, Roy faced an impossible choice. The past, the present, and two very different futures collided—and the weight of it all left him frozen, unsure which path to take. Free Radio Drama and Chapter Drop below in “Genie Can’t Stay” Read chapter 10 drop in below and listen to radio drama podcasts here or on Substack, Substack link in Linktree in bio. Next chapter drop and radio drama podcast drops Thursday. #novella #radiodrama #podcastshorts #audiolay #genie #Genie #djinn #wishes #dreamcometrue #paranormalromance
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“Genie Can’t Stay” Chapter 10 Roy paced his apartment, the weight of the world bearing down on him. His budding relationship with Marcy felt like a lifeline—warm, stable— but the specter of the Genie Ishtara hung over everything. She wasn’t just in his past. She was a presence he couldn’t shake. When Marcy texted him that night, offering to come over, he hesitated. It wasn’t fair to invite her into a mental battlefield where Ishtara’s memory loomed so large. He declined, even though part of him longed for her company. That night, Ishtara appeared to him in a dream, radiant and sorrowful. “Being queen isn’t what I thought it would be,” she admitted. “I’m just a symbol. A relic.” She spoke of regrets, of feeling out of place. Her words hit Roy hard, but before he could respond, the dream dissolved with her haunting whisper: “I may return.” The next evening, Marcy noticed Roy’s distraction during dinner. She confronted him, her tone firm but kind. “I like you, Roy. A lot. But I need to know if this is real. If you’re in this. I won’t wait around while you pine for someone else.” Her words cut deep, and later, Roy sought his mother’s advice. She didn’t mince words. “Marcy’s a good woman, Roy. If you’re not ready, be honest. But if you push her away now, and she comes back later, she won’t be the same. You’ll lose the version of her you love.” Sitting in the quiet of his apartment, Roy faced an impossible choice. The past, the present, and two very different futures collided—and the weight of it all left him frozen, unsure which path to take. Free Radio Drama and Chapter Drop below in “Genie Can’t Stay” Read chapter 10 drop in below and listen to radio drama podcasts here or on Substack, Substack link in Linktree in bio. Next chapter drop and radio drama podcast drops Thursday. #novella #radiodrama #podcastshorts #audiolay #genie #Genie #djinn #wishes #dreamcometrue #paranormalromance

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