MasukHello! I’m a new small author building my voice from scratch. This is where I share my rawest thoughts and wildest imaginations. Welcome, beloved readers! 📖✨ Your support means the world to me. So far, what is your favorite scene or lines? I’d love to hear what resonated with you! Share it below! 🙂 -MIYAAAW69 😘
RAYAI stepped into the VIP room, my heart hammering against my ribs, each step feeling lighter than the last two weeks combined. The heavy, sterile atmosphere of the hospital wing had felt like a suffocating blanket, but as I pushed the door open, the air seemed to shift. The sight that greeted me made the breath rush back into my lungs.Riya was propped up against the pillows, her bandages less prominent, the harsh clinical lighting catching the slight color returning to her cheeks. Her eyes—clear, alert, and unmistakably her—lit up the moment they landed on me.I didn't think about composure or the watchful eyes of the brothers in the hallway. I ran to the bedside, abandoning all grace, and collapsed into the chair. Tears were streaming down my face, but a wide, shaky smile was plastered across my lips. I couldn't hold back the sob that escaped me as I gripped her hand, terrified that if I let go, this might somehow turn out to be a hallucination."Hey, ssssh, calm down, Raya," Riya
RIYAThe light was blinding. As I slowly pried my eyes open, a sharp, stinging sensation lanced through my head. The ceiling was a sterile, unforgiving white. Was I dead? The last thing I remembered was the terrifying blur of the bar, Leon’s face, and then the dark, crushing weight of unconsciousness.I tried to move my fingers, but they felt heavy, detached from my body. I shifted my gaze slightly and froze. Someone was slumped over the edge of my bed, sleeping peacefully. Even in his slumber, he looked like the man who ruled an empire—sharp, defined, and powerful. It was Leon. The man who didn't care who you were, but would burn the world down if you touched someone he claimed.Did he really say those things to me in the dark? I wondered, my mind drifting back to the hazy memories of him holding my hand. Stop it, Riya. You were just dreaming.I shook my head weakly, a small movement that sent a wave of dizziness through me. As I reached out to touch the fabric of his sleeve, he stirr
RAYATwo weeks had crawled by since the incident, each day feeling heavier than the last. Riya still lay in the hospital bed, caught in the grip of a deep, unresponsive coma. The doctors explained that the trauma had been too severe; Jason had pushed her with such violent force that her head had struck the hard floor, resulting in a dangerous concussion and multiple traumatic injuries.I kept blaming myself. If I had just forced her to stay, if I had just kept a closer watch... I sat by the bedside, refusing to leave. I couldn't bear the thought of going back to the mansion without her. My body felt weak, and the mirror told me I looked as faded and tired as I felt.The heavy door creaked open, and Leon stepped inside. He had spent the last two weeks hovering between the hospital and the legal war he was waging against Jason, and the toll was starting to show on him, too."Raya," he said softly, his voice cutting through the clinical silence. He walked over, his eyes scanning my face w
RAYAThe sterile scent of the hospital VIP suite felt suffocating. I sat beside the bed, my heart fracturing as I looked at Riya. She was pale, her features marred by purple bruising and angry, swollen welts from the slaps. The doctor had confirmed that Jason’s brutality had fractured her ribs once again.I leaned forward, cradling her limp hand in mine, my shoulders shaking with silent, jagged sobs. How could I have let this happen? I should have locked her in the room, I should have stopped her from leaving—I was supposed to protect her, but I had been so careless.The heavy door swung open, and Mrs. Kim hurried in, flanked by her secretary. She didn't look like a cold billionaire matriarch; she looked like a mother watching her own daughter suffer. "Oh, poor Riya! My poor, sweet girl!" she cried, her voice thick with genuine agony as she rushed to the bedside.Leon followed her, his usual iron-clad composure slightly fractured. He moved to his mother’s side, placing a steadying hand
LEONI didn't walk into the bar; I tore through it. The music cut out as I strode toward the center of the room, my eyes scanning the crowd with lethal intent."Where is she?" I demanded, my voice a low, vibrating growl.Silence. The patrons stood frozen, and the thugs scattered in the corners wouldn't meet my gaze. I signaled to my men, and they fired a single, deafening warning shot into the ceiling. Dust rained down, but the cowardice remained. No one spoke."Fine," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "If you protect the man who hurt her, you share his fate. I will level this building to the ground and ensure every soul involved in this establishment ends up in bankruptcy and ruin."The manager, finally sensing the absolute power standing before him, turned ghostly pale and collapsed onto his knees. "VIP room... door 209! Please, just stop!"I didn't wait for a second invitation. I sprinted up the stairs and reached door 209, kicking it off its hinges as if it were made of thin paper
RAYATime didn't just pass; it transformed. As the weeks blurred into months, the subtle curve of my abdomen finally blossomed into a visible, undeniable truth. During our last visit, the private doctor confirmed I was four months along. Next week, we would finally know the gender.I sat by the sprawling bay window of our master suite, my hand resting gently on my stomach. I was genuinely excited, a feeling so pure it almost hurt. Whatever this child was—boy or girl—I vowed to love them with the same fierce, unconditional devotion our parents had once showered on us. My thoughts drifted to them, and a hollow ache settled in my chest. They would never hold their grandchild. If heaven allowed visitation, I would visit them every single day just to show them how far we’d come.The door creaked open, and Riya stepped in. I frowned. She was wearing our old uniform—the one from the bar where we used to work."Hey, sister. Why are you wearing that?" I asked, my voice tight with confusion.Riy
RAYA The interior of the armored SUV smelled of expensive leather and the faint, lingering scent of Jin’s sandalwood cologne. It was a world away from the humid, trash-strewn streets of the North District, yet I felt more trapped here than I ever did in the slums. Silence ate our whole ride, heavy
RAYAThe sound of my sister’s palm connecting with Mark’s face was the most honest thing I had heard in years. As I watched him stumble back, his hand flying to his reddening cheek, I felt a sudden, sharp relief bloom in my chest. It was a visceral, satisfying thing to witness.I had loved Mark fo
RAYAAs we headed back to Mark’s apartment, the heavy air of the North District felt like it was suffocating me. I was ready to face whatever he had to say. Even if the cost was a brutal breakup, I didn’t care anymore. The girl who walked into this apartment a month ago was dead; the woman walking
RAYAThe walk to the North District had felt like a journey between two different worlds. We had left behind the scent of expensive sandalwood and the silent, heavy protection of the Kim penthouse for the familiar, grimy reality of the streets. My body still ached with every step, a constant, throb







