Novels by Swee Teddy Bear

I stepped back, staring at him with confusion. “Nothing’s wrong,” I answered carelessly.He smirked. "Don’t you feel guilty?" he asked, his tone almost mocking.I let out an awkward laugh, “Not at all.” Of course, I knew what he meant—he was circling back to my status again. Ah… I mean Helena’s damn status.He stepped closer. His eyes, dark and predatory, locked onto mine. The air between us thickened, and I swear even the hum of the chandelier above grew silent.'Why does it feel like the whole mood changed in an instant?'“I’ll ask you one more time,” he raised his voice, “don’t you feel guilty for breaking the heart of your precious Oscar?!” His roar exploded right in front of my face.My knees gave out, trembling so badly they couldn’t hold me anymore. I crouched down in front of him, my palms cold against the glossy marble floor. In a broken whisper, I said, “It’s not entirely my fault…” My tears slid down before I could stop them.“Not your fault?” He laughed like a villain from

I took a hesitant step closer, trying to catch a clearer look at his eyes.He's not blinking.I smacked my own forehead and let out a short laugh.“You idiot,” I muttered under my breath. "Of course he doesn't. He's blind. He relies on his instincts, not his sight."Then his low and steady, carrying an intimacy that made my skin prickle."You smell so sweet, darling. Tell me… are you finally ready for our wedding night?"The words wrapped around me like a noose. I bit my lips down hard, struggling to form an answer.Oh, Ety… why now? Why does Oscar have to appear now?The system's voice rang faintly in my head:The story has shifted. Oscar is here to claim the wedding night you've kept him waiting for.“Damn it…” I whispered. I had broken the story. Twisted it into something else entirely.And now I was the one who had to pay for it."I'm on my period, darling," I said to trick him."It's okay if you don't want to. But you can satisfy me in other ways, right?"Damn!I never thought he

I picked up the phone and staring at the locked screen.“Seriously? A password?!” I felt frustrated for a moment before I finally looked at the calendar.I thought, if someone’s really in love, they’d probably set the password with their partner’s birthday or some kind of special date.The problem was—I couldn’t remember any date right now. So I closed my eyes again, letting my body move on its own. It was like Helena’s body carried a memory separate from mine. A muscle memory that acted without me needing to think.When I opened my eyes, the password had already been typed in. I quickly scribbled it down in my paper before pressing enter. To my relief, the phone unlocked.I was suprise, because the profile picture is Helena and Oscar kissing on their wedding day. And I was stunned because the Oscar’s legs were still standing firm, and his eyes not blind. I narrowed my gaze.“Looks like I missed the part about why Oscar became blind and paralyzed,” I muttered.I dove straight into Wha

Kayla Turi POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror.I didn't see my real face there. Its only Helena’s face, the same one I’d seen on the book cover. Nothing had really changed—except now it looked duller, more lifeless. My wavy hair was tied up with a rubber band, and my body looked thinner than I remembered.'Is this what Helena looks like after marrying that coward Oscar?'Pathetic.“Done admiring your face?!” an old woman snapped me.I turned around, trying to recall the names of Oscar’s mother and his sister.“You must be Deca,” I pointed at the older woman.“And you must be Magda Padip.”The hatred in their eyes sharpened.But instead of shrinking back, I let out a laugh and sat gracefully on the couch, crossing my legs like I owned the place. My chin lifted, my eyes steady as if daring them to challenge me.“Don’t you remember I’m the daughter of the Turi family?” I asked with pride.“You should think twice before treating me harshly. My father’s a wealthy man.”At least… t

Kayla Turi POV“Is everyone in this damn book insane?!”I slammed the four-hundred-page book onto the floor. The thud echoed in my tiny apartment, making the glass of water on my desk tremble. I stomped toward the dispenser, filled my cup, and hissed, “Aaaah!” as the hot water stung my index finger.I blew on it furiously. “Don’t tell me her bad luck is rubbing off on me now?”I just couldn’t wrap my head around how an author could enjoy torturing her main character with an army of side characters who lived only to crush her.The last chapter had been the breaking point. The female lead, pregnant and already battered by life, ended up dead.So, the whole story was basically a manual of suffering. A rich girl wasting her life on the wrong man.Her name was Helena Turi. She had everything. Money, comfort, and choices. But she tossed it all aside for Oscar, a gorgeous man who she believed could give her the comfort she’d been missing since childhood, when her parents were always too busy