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The Hidden Secrets (completed)

The Hidden Secrets (completed)

"I can't leave you when you are bearing my baby." He whispered, afraid of scaring me; his gaze solely on my flat tummy. "Baby?" I was stunned and speechless. Fresh drops of tears started to pool down through my already wet cheeks. If it had happened any other day, I would have been happy but now... You can't decide your fate, it will follow you up wherever you go until you die. Two peoples are destined to love each other but they are from different worlds, completely opposite. --- Reil Rahan, a scientist student gone for research in Chennai, the most famous city in India, to prove there is nothing about the Heil named monster who hunt the whole people down If it lost its mind. The most genius scientist Mr. Hayle Stone Says it's an animal whose body is covered with human flesh. He warned her already to stay out of this when she shows some interest in this case. She wants to prove these are just a lie nothing but the scientists made mistake over a years and spread rumours to keep their reputation at bay using the monster name 'Heil.' Her father is a famous scientist who is no more with her in the world. She followed her father's path and tried to find out the hidden misery. But one thing she doesn't know how the animal looks like, whether it is a human or human-shaped animal like they said? Whatever, but she is so adamant to prove they all are wrong. She and the group of her friends gone together to research further. Will they succeed or lost their lives not taking Mr. Hayle Stone's words seriously? Or will she be able to save her friends? But how? ***Read and find***
The Hired Fiancée: Bound by Contract, Trapped by Desire

The Hired Fiancée: Bound by Contract, Trapped by Desire

Dr. Julian Knight has spent his 37 years building an empire of success-renowned surgeon, medical genius, and heir to a fortune that most people only dream of. But there's one thing his wealth and brilliance can't fix: his mother's growing desperation to see him married before she dies. Victoria Knight, a legendary former actress with old Hollywood glamour and an iron will, has watched her daughter settle into married bliss with two children. Now she's turning her relentless focus on Julian, summoning him home for Christmas with one mission: explain why he's still alone, or let her choose his bride. Panicked and out of options, Julian takes his colleague's advice-hire someone to play the part. He never expected to find her in a dingy bar, watching a fierce young woman hold her own against men twice her size who thought they could take liberties without paying. Elena Martinez is 22 and fighting a losing battle against life. A high school dropout since 17, she juggles multiple day jobs and dangerous night work to keep her family afloat while her father drinks and gambles away every dollar she earns. She's got nothing to lose and everything to gain when a mysterious doctor offers her more money than she's ever seen-just to pretend to love him for one week. The contract seems straightforward: survive Christmas dinner with one of Hollywood's most intimidating matriarchs, convince everyone that a street-smart girl from the wrong side of town could capture the heart of America's most eligible bachelor, and walk away rich enough to disappear forever. But Julian's family estate is full of secrets, his sister asks too many questions, and his mother's approval comes with a price neither of them anticipated. As Elena learns to navigate crystal glasses and three-course meals, and Julian discovers what it's like to be with someone who sees past his money, their fake relationship starts feeling dangerously real. When the week is over, will Elena take the money and run-or will Julian finally understand what he's been missing all these years? Some contracts are meant to be broken, but the heart doesn't negotiate.
SOLD TO A CURSED KING : STRIP OR DIE

SOLD TO A CURSED KING : STRIP OR DIE

She was sold to a dangerous king, as his sex slave, by her parents , in exchange for wealth.. Not any king,, but a cursed beast king.. Who is known to be cruel and heartless.. Well that is what happened to a timid and kind human girl.. Born by an Angel and a Beast,, King Ariston Erasmos,, is what they called a hybrid abomination.. He is devilishly handsome,, huge,, very tall,, ruthless,, unforgiving and cold-hearted.. Countless horror stories are told to little children at night,, about him.. Everyone rumor that he did not have a heart and he believed it,, untill a certain beautiful,, timid,, human girl,, is sold to him by her parents in exchange for wealth.. Ariston find himself being fascinated by the little things that she do.. And to his awe,, he is sexually attracted to her.. Just within a few weeks that the girl stayed with him,, she succeded in pulling down the strong walls that he created in his mind and find a way into his heart,, unlocking the padlock that he locked it with... Making him to believe that he still have a heart and also to see the good in himself.. The devil was once an Angel right?? Well King Ariston find himself having strange feelings for her,, that he thought is only lust.. He is willing to protect her from danger and he also pardons her mistakes to the amazement of his servants,, because he don't forgive people neither is he merciful... But he shows mercy to the human girl.. To complicate the matter,, his beasts marked her as their mate a night before the red blood moon,, when the curse of the evil seer will manifest.. What happens when ice and fire meet each other? Will fire melt ice or will ice be able to tame it? EXTRACTS FROM THE STORY.. "You have been a bad girl and you deserved to be punished Angel.." Ariston uttered to Cheryl smirking and spank her b*ttocks,, making her to moan.. "Wh-at d-id I d-o?" The beautiful human girl stuttered.. "You disobeyed my orders sweet-heart,, which no-one have ever done before.." He said removing a strand of her hair from her face and stroking her cheeks,, making her to lean in more to his touch and a smug grin appeared on his face.. "I don't want more punishments,, i have received them in all the days of my life.." Cheryl whispered sniffing and the king growled.. "Who gave you the punishment? I will kill the bastards that dare to torture you.." He spat out angrily as he notice the scars on her hands.. "Please don't kill anyone,, it's a slip of tongue.." She mutter and hugged the tall man that is towering over her small petite form and he buried his face on her neck and inhaled her scent,, calming down instantly.. "You belong to me and no-one will hurt you again.. Say that you are mine..." He commanded,, licking her earlobe and she moan in bliss.. "I'm your's.." She mutter lowly.. "Good and when I say punishment,, i wasn't speaking about tortures or physical abuse,, i will never harm you..." Ariston said grinning.. "Which punishment are you talking about?" She asked innocently,, staring up at him in curiosity and he groan.. "Dammn it,, she is really innocent and she is making me to be insane,, I can't wait to taint her innocence.." He soliloquies,, groaning as he stare down his waist and see a huge bulge on his trouser.. He couldn't believe that the mere thought of having a sexual intercourse with her,, have made him so horny.. "Let me show you.." He replied and carried her off her feets and she gasps in suprise and wrapped her legs around his waist,, holding his neck,, while he hold her firmly on her waist with his strong large hands..
Kidnapped Bride, Unexpected Knight

Kidnapped Bride, Unexpected Knight

My wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but I found myself tied to a chair in a dark, moldy basement, a burlap sack ripped from my head. The kidnapper held my phone, reading my fiancé Ethan Riley' s name, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. Desperate, I called Ethan, but his line was busy-forty-nine times. On the fiftieth try, the kidnapper lost his patience, breaking my ribs with a punch, calling me "useless." The physical pain was nothing compared to the cold dread that settled in my heart. Why was he so busy? A week ago, Ethan paid a thirty-million-dollar ransom for his childhood friend, Chloe Davis, without hesitation, abandoning me at our wedding rehearsal to deliver the money himself. Then, a video message from Chloe lit up my phone, which the kidnapper held to my face. Chloe smiled, cooing, "Sorry, Sarah, Ethan's a little busy right now. He's putting my shoes on for me." The camera panned to Ethan, kneeling, gently sliding a crystal-heeled shoe onto her foot. But it wasn' t his devotion that shattered me; it was the dress Chloe was wearing – my wedding dress, the one my mother had made for me. A white-hot rage surged through me. I screamed for the phone, but the kidnapper smashed it, severing my last connection to Ethan. He then dialed Ethan on his burner phone, putting it on speaker, and calmly declared a new ransom: "One dollar. For every time he doesn't answer, I cut off a finger." On the fourth ring, Chloe answered, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Oh, Sarah," she sighed, "You have the worst timing. Ethan's busy getting a band-aid for me." I screamed, "I've been kidnapped! Tell him I've been kidnapped!" Chloe laughed, calling me dramatic. Then, Ethan' s voice, cold and impatient, filled the silence. "Sarah? What is this? Chloe said you're playing some kind of game. Kidnapped? Again? This is a new low, even for you." He hung up. The kidnapper reached for my hand. "Well, it looks like he didn't answer." He severed my pinky finger with rusty pliers. The blinding pain made my world tilt. I begged him to video call Ethan, just so he could see. Ethan appeared, annoyed, with Chloe beside him, dabbing a tiny scratch on her foot. He called me a liar, manipulative, and selfish, accusing me of trying to ruin their wedding. I showed him my mutilated hand, the bloody stump where my pinky used to be. For a second, he hesitated, a flicker of horror in his eyes. But then Chloe shrieked, "That is disgusting, Sarah! Where did you get that fake movie prop?" She sobbed dramatically into Ethan' s chest. His brief doubt vanished, replaced by a storm of protective rage directed at me. "Look what you've done," he snarled. "You're making Chloe cry. All you do is cause pain. You're a monster." He hung up, telling me never to call again. The kidnapper picked up the pliers again, eyeing my ring finger. "Let's get rid of this one next." My ring finger, the one holding all my broken promises, was severed. Then, he live-streamed my torture to the world, revealing me – Sarah Miller, Ethan Riley' s supposed fiancée – bruised, bloody, and broken. Comments flooded the screen: "Fake," "Awesome special effects!" until people recognized me. The kidnapper cursed, ending the feed, but then showed me another video: Ethan and Chloe, at our wedding venue, getting married. Chloe in my dress. Ethan' s voice, clear and steady, saying, "I do." My world went black.
My Life, My Rules

My Life, My Rules

"Voices." That’s how I found Ethan a year ago, online, his deep, calm tones a warm blanket over my introverted self. Today, after months of online chats, my boyfriend was finally coming to meet me in person. My stomach churned with a nervous, hopeful excitement. But then, as if a glitch in my reality, a transparent social media feed flickered into my vision, comments scrolling relentlessly. "LOL, 'vet him.' She means 'steal him.'" "Main Character Brit about to secure the love interest! Sarah who?" They were mocking me, predicting my popular, effortlessly charming roommate, Brit, would steal Ethan. "Girl, this ain't a hallucination. This is the script. You're watching your life's reality show." My excitement shattered. Brit, always the queen to my lady-in-waiting, played her part perfectly, offering syrupy "concern" to check out my "online guy," later even faking an ankle injury just to get Ethan alone. Each comment from "The Feed," each calculated move from Brit, amplified my deepest fear: I was just an average side character, destined to be replaced. Was this my inevitable fate? To watch my love story unfold as a footnote in someone else’s drama? The injustice of it all, this pre-written "script" I was supposed to follow, sparked a cold, determined anger deep within me. No. This was *my* life. And I refused to be a stepping stone. I would not be the loser side character. I would fight for him, fighting back with every clever text, every subtle move to reclaim control, even a strategic lie, to ensure I wrote my own script.
The Shadow In My Dreams

The Shadow In My Dreams

THE SHADOW IN MY DREAMS Remember Me BY Authoress Eve 💜 DO NOT COPY OR REPOST PROLOGUE You can't tell me what to do and what not to, I am old enough to make decisions for my self, I screamed violently at my aunt who was trying to talk to me. You can't keep letting yourself be affected by what happened, you need to do something too.... she was still talking when I cut her off. Do what? Fight? I questioned sounding irritated by her words. You just have.... yet again I didn't let her finish before cutting her off I am not fighting until I find out what exactly happened, I have my ways and no one will dare stop me, not even you. But she hates you, my aunt said and at that my boiling blood was almost spilled Get out!!! I yelled banging the table. What do you..... I said out, I don't want to see you here again except I call for you, now out, I said in a loud voice and she quickly took her back and left with a straight face. Damn, I cursed as I hit the stool beside me with my leg and it was sent flying across the room. Then I walked towards the bar picking up my favorite wine, monkey shoulder and started to drown it without a care not minding how it burnt my throat. You will have to forgive my arrogance, My name is Maverick Benson. I am an eighteen years old ruthless, arrogant and rude dude and I'm filthy rich too. Though I am still a student at Boston high, I am already a billionaire and no one messes with me even if I am the smallest among them. Enough of the talks, you will get to know me as you read. Vrick, i heard from behind, I didn't need anyone to tell me who calls me that. I turned to look at her and saw her running towards me with watery eyes. I clenched my fist in anger as I rushed to her. Who hurt you? Get the last bag in my room, we can't afford to miss our flight, Mom called from downstairs as I quickly picked up the slightly heavy bag dragging it downstairs while staggering with it. I gave the bag to dad who collected it from me while I went to sit at the back seat waiting for them to come in and get us out of here. My name is Vine Anderson, my parents and I are finally leaving San Francisco to Germany after many years of pleading to go back. I was told my childhood began there but unfortunately I remembered nothing about them. Not like I am bothered anyways. They both got in and dad zoomed off to the airport in a hurry as we have a flight to catch up with in less than two hours. Vine, mom called from the front seat she sat turning to look at me. I looked up from my phone giving her my audience immediately. I already registered you in boston high for your two final classes, you will be starting school tomorrow, she said and I nodded. The drive to the airport was quiet for me but obviously not for the love birds sitting in front as they chattered away. Sometimes trying to get me involved but I only nod or say just a word before turning back to my phone. I can't wait to finally be in Germany, I thought smiling happily For some reason I just feel like there is a part of me that's magnected to Germany and im sure going to find out about that. Germany, here I come!!! 😊