Rituals Stories

Chapter Four The drive back to camp was quieter than usual. Jenny drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, humming softly to herself, while Faye sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the dense jungle flashing past the window. Her skin still tingled where Luz had touched her, the ghost of warm fingers on her hips, the weight of a palm lingering between her legs. She hadn’t stopped thinking about it. About the way it...

Chapter Two The jungle heat was suffocating. The morning sun had barely risen, yet Faye’s body was already damp with sweat as she crouched before the temple wall, brushing dirt from the newly uncovered reliefs. But it wasn’t just the heat—it was the lingering fire from last night. She still felt open, as if her body hadn’t quite settled from the dream… from what she had done in the dark. She wiped her brow, her pulse quic...

Chapter One The jungle air was thick and damp, clinging to Professor Faye Sinclair’s skin like a second layer. The midday sun filtered through the canopy in fractured beams, illuminating the carved stone beneath her fingertips. Around her, the dense jungle pulsed with life—the distant call of a howler monkey, the rhythmic chatter of cicadas, the occasional rustle of unseen creatures moving through the undergrowth. The cle...