The Key Under the Stairs
Alyssa had plans for her Saturday, and none of them involved standing in a parking lot behind a bookstore at nine in the morning, staring…
Based in Bingerville, Côte d'Ivoire. I started posting here to get the stories out of my head and onto a page. Most of my posts live in NonHuman. I have a soft spot for the shared secret, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Alyssa had plans for her Saturday, and none of them involved standing in a parking lot behind a bookstore at nine in the morning, staring…
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