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2024-04-25 23:22:23Hi everyone,
I hope everyone is doing well. As I mentioned in the epilogue, the story revolves around an innocent, angelic girl and a devil reincarnated man.The story will soon take a turn because the past has begun to be revealed.I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.I would appreciate it if you could devote more time to yours, share your thoughts, and rate the book. Only readers possess the true soul of a book and the strength of an author. Your thoughts and comments keep me motivated and confirm that I am on the right track in working hard to keep you entertained. I am working very hard to create a good plot with strong ML and FL.Thank you for your encouragement.Miss M
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She, His Enigma Slap of reality
"Good morning, Miss. Here's your black coffee without sugar." "Thanks, Martha," Ellaya said, taking a sip from her coffee. She moved out of the kitchen, holding a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, her full attention on her book. It was her habit to read her favorite novels with a cup of coffee. She loved to read romance novels and was adamant that fairytales come true, love is real, and one day she would meet her prince just like all those girls in books. The ceramic mug radiated warmth against her trembling hands as she cradled it. The dark liquid swirled with each step she took, its faint aroma rising to meet her nose. In her other hand, a book rested slightly askew, her fingers gripping its spine a little too tightly. Her eyes skimmed over the printed words. The quiet creak of her steps dissolved into a sudden cacophony of muffled sounds. She halted mid-stride, her heart quickening at the sharp contrast. A high-pitched cry, followed by a low, guttural grunt, spilled
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-04-27She, His Enigma They met again
Ellaya sat motionless, her fingertips brushing the edge of the vanity. The mirror reflected a face she knew too well—hers, yet not quite. The woman staring back was a carefully constructed illusion, a version of herself she had spent years perfecting to fit into a world that always made her feel like an outsider. But no amount of effort could fill the hollow ache in her chest. Her purple eyes shimmered under the soft glow of the vanity lights, their double rings catching the light like rare jewels. But as she leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, her mother’s voice sliced through her thoughts. *"Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up, or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone."* Her hands trembled as she reached for the dark brown lenses. The cool plastic pressed against her fingertips as she carefully placed the first lens. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against the discomfort, and tilted her head to inspect the transformation. T
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-04-29She, His Enigma What did he say?
“Ellaya…” His voice jarred her out of her reverie. She let go of his hand quickly, as if his touch had burned her, her cheeks flushing faintly with embarrassment. She forced a smile, pushing through the strange haze that had settled over her. “So, is he your boyfriend? The one you’re always talking about?” she teased, her tone intentionally light, masking the unease creeping at the edges of her mind. Iden’s gaze flickered to Annabell, his eyebrow arching with quiet amusement. Annabell’s blush deepened, her fingers curling slightly as if to brace herself. “He’s just a close friend,” she answered, her voice hesitating. “Oh,” Ellaya replied, keeping her expression neutral. She glanced at Iden. He winked—bold, sharp, and uninvited. Irritation rippled through her chest. She grimaced, her lips pressing into a thin line as the muscles in her jaw tightened. He leaned in, bowing slightly toward her ear, his voice dropping low enough to make her skin prickle. “See? I’m still available. You
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-01She, His Enigma First kiss
"What did that bastered say in your ear." He asked, seething."He…he.. was just a fan.."Why was he so interested in what he said to her? It was awkward. Her words trailed off."What the hell did he say to you?... I do not care; he was a fucking fan or what?"He clung to her even more. "I want word by word..""speak.""Um... he said he wanted to have sex with me and would be waiting after the party". Her face turned red as she said this. She never discussed sex with a man. She is currently embracing to death.Iden squinted, "You want it." He asked. Ellaya shook her head and looked shyly into his eye."Words Laaya..I want words..""No" she said, lowering her gaze."Then I will kill that motherfucker". Holding her hand aside, Iden spoke."No, you cannot do that"."Why..""He is the son of a gangster, not you". With haste, Ellaya said.startled, "How did you know?" he asked. How the hell did this seemingly stupid girl know about all these things?"His dad is a gangster; if I say no, he will
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-05She, His Enigma No need to apologize
"Please tell me this isn't your first kiss," he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips. Her eyes widened, and heat rush to her cheeks, the warmth creeping up like quicksilver. She stared at him, bewilderment etched across her face, her lips parting slightly as if to form a response, but no words came. “It… it is,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. The confession hung in the air, thick with vulnerability. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, as though shielding herself from his piercing gaze. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her body tense, her fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeves. He raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering in his expression, but there was also something else—an unspoken challenge that made her heart race. She glanced away, unable to hold his intense stare, feeling exposed, as though he could see right through her carefully constructed facade. “Really?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-06She, His Enigma Your lips
"Good morning, Ella," Eva announced, striding into the office like she owned the place. "Press conference in two hours. Album release date going public. Meanwhile, those financial documents on your desk need your magic signature." "Got it," Ella murmured, barely glancing up. "But what about the project team meeting I mentioned yesterday?" Eva paused mid-step, frowning as she tried to rewind her brain. "Ah—yes. That slipped my mind. They agreed. Everything’s locked down. On our terms." Ella nodded, her fingers already gliding over the documents. A soft hum escaped her lips—half tune, half distraction—like music was the only thing that could anchor her to the moment. Minutes later, Eva returned with two cups of coffee, the aroma dancing into the room ahead of her. She slid one toward Ellaya. "Here. You’ll need it. Also—Mia wants to see you." Eva rolled her eyes dramatically. "Ever since we shut down her New Zealand fantasy shoot, she’s been throwing diva fits. Yesterday’s photo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-07She, His Enigma BANG BANG BANG
“This coffee’s not as sweet as them,” he said with a low, smoky voice that wrapped around her like velvet soaked in danger. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—cocky, constant, infuriating. Ellaya met his gaze, those dark eyes gleaming with something she didn’t want to name. Her chest tightened. “Has anyone ever told you…” she started, her fingers tightening around her cup. “Told me what?” he tilted his head, the smirk deepening. “That you’re a jerk,” she said, jaw tight, heat rising under her skin. He laughed softly. “No. Just you.” She stood so abruptly her chair scraped the floor. “Thanks, Mr. Devid. Good to meet you.” Her heels clicked like gunshots on tile as she stormed away, fury knotting in her stomach. If she stayed one second longer, she’d slap the smirk off his face—paparazzi be damned. “Ellaya, wait!” Iden was already up, his chair clattering behind him. “Let me drop you.” She didn’t even look at him. “Thanks, but no. I own a car.” Her hand reached for the d
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-11She, His Enigma He saved her
Iden’s gaze fell on the police car halted nearby. "You stay here. I’ll be back," he said, jumping out of the car. Ellaya turned to see him standing tall and imposing, speaking to the officers while typing something into his phone. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but the conversation felt endless. Finally, he returned—with two police officers at his side. One of them leaned in. "Miss Stone, we’re truly sorry you both had to suffer because of our inadequate safety measures." "I hope they won’t come after us again," she said, arms crossed tightly, voice laced with anxiety. "Don’t worry, ma’am. They’ve been caught." She hesitated. "Who were they?" "Just local gang thugs. They knew who you were—thought you'd be an easy, high-profile target." Her arms wrapped around herself, a chill rushing through her. "Were they kidnappers?" The officer gave a slow nod. "Yes, ma’am. And Mr. Iden saved you. You owe him your life." Her eyes shifted to Iden, taking in his bloodstained white
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-05-12
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She, His Enigma Confession
Ellaya pulled away from him, her body taut like a bowstring, gaze darting around the room as if it were a cage. She rubbed her eyes, smudging away the fog of grief and fury that clouded her thoughts. Then, slowly, she turned to face him—her lips parted slightly, vulnerability shimmering in her eyes like cracks in glass. “I want to see them,” she said softly, her voice a fragile tremor in the stillness. Iden didn’t move. His eyes studied her, the same girl who once curled into his chest like she belonged there. Her heart—once soft, now shielded—beat beneath a skin that life had hardened. Her exterior still looked like stone, smoothed over by time, but he knew the chaos roiling beneath. “Eat first,” he said gently, his voice low, his eyes flicking to the blood dried on her clothes—evidence of a war not just fought outside, but deep within her soul. “And change. Samantha will help you.” ............. With Samantha’s quiet guidance, Ellaya stepped into the bathroom. Steam rose,
She, His Enigma Truth
“I’m still a married man, Ellaya,” Iden murmured, his voice like the weight of stone. “I’d have to divorce you before marrying anyone.” She froze. Then, like a flame catching wind, she turned—eyes blazing, breath sharp. “Then do it! Divorce me! Marry her! I don’t give a damn about you or your f*cking girlfriend!” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t falter. She stormed toward the door, grabbing her coat in a single, furious movement. Something clattered to the floor—a sharp metallic sound that sliced through the tension like a blade. Iden’s gaze flicked downward. A flash drive. Before he could move, Ellaya spun—feral, fast, fire in her limbs—reaching for it. He snatched it up, holding it just out of reach. “What’s this?” Her jaw tightened. “None of your concern.” His eyes narrowed. “Everything about you is my concern.” Their eyes locked—rage meeting sorrow, grief meeting fury. Something unspoken bled between them, too broken to name. She lunged again, and th
She, His Enigma Still married
The tires screeched as Iden slammed his foot on the gas, weaving through the deserted streets like they belonged to him. His knuckles blanched around the steering wheel, jaw clenched tight, eyes flicking toward the passenger seat every few seconds. “Hold on, princess,” he muttered, voice raw, thick with desperation. “We’re almost there.” Ellaya slumped beside him, her coat wrapped tightly around her trembling frame. Blood seeped through the fabric, soaking into her side like ink in water. She clutched the collar like it was the only thing keeping her soul inside her skin. No cries. No moans. Just silence. That silence—so unlike her—shredded him. The car skidded to a halt at the private gates. Before the engine finished dying, Iden was out. He tore open her door and swept her into his arms. Her arm dangled limp, blood trailing behind them like a broken promise. “Stay with me, Ellaya,” he whispered into her hair as the elevator rose. His voice cracked. “Please hold on.” Th
She, His Enigma Confesion or chaos
Ellaya hesitated at the doorway, inhaling deeply. The house still clung to her—whispering ghosts through dust-laden air, pressing its past into her skin. Every shadow murmured stories; memories coiled in the wood and stone, weaving a tapestry of love, deception, and ruin. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the door. It creaked open with a reluctant groan. Silence devoured her whole. She stepped inside. The wooden floor groaned beneath her boots—each step a slow echo, like the thudding heartbeat of the house itself. The air was thick, stale, carrying the weight of forgotten arguments and kisses that had long since turned cold. Then— “Why?” The word sliced through the silence like a blade. She froze. That voice—deep, steady, sharpened by restrained rage—hit her like a gunshot to the soul. Her head snapped to the left. Iden sat on the single worn-out sofa. Legs sprawled. Fingers steepled. Shadows sliced across his face, obscuring the storm underneath—a mixture of grief an
She, His Enigma Not her
The overweight, middle-aged man pulled Ellaya closer by the waist, reeking of sweat and stale cologne. He leaned in, breath hot against her ear. "It’s time to taste my favorite drink," he whispered, his voice thick with sleaze. Ellaya giggled, head thrown back in mock delight. “Mmm, lucky me,” she purred, her fingers brushing his bloated stomach. Her neck-length short red hair bounced with the motion, and when she smiled, her snow-white teeth framed by blood-red lips seemed almost too perfect—almost dangerous. His eyes drank her in with animalistic hunger.“God, you’re a piece of work.” He shoved the door open and tossed her onto the plush bed. She bounced twice, landing with deliberate grace. Her eyes flicked to the hidden camera inside the ornate painting. She smiled—seductive, knowing. --- Iden sat in silence, watching her every move. Every glance. Every breath. His hand clenched around the armrest, knuckles white. His chest burned, rage simmering like wildfire under h
She, His Enigma Woman in red dress
The air turned suffocating the moment Iden stepped inside the house. The walls pulsed with the echo of raised voices—harsh, fractured, and unforgiving. “As far as I remember, I made myself clear years ago,” Mayor Ruan said coolly, wiping his glasses with slow precision before slipping them back on. His fingers trembled—just enough to betray the storm beneath his calm. “We are done with them.” Across the room, Kai sat with deceptive ease, spine straight, jaw clenched. His voice cut through the static like a blade. “And as far as I remember, they’re still her blood.” The tension snapped into silence. Then came a sound like a splintering bone—a choked sob. Iden turned sharply. His mother was hunched on the couch, her face crumpled in tears. He rushed to her side, kneeling, his hand enveloping hers. “Mom, what happened?” The softness in his tone barely masked the urgency pulsing beneath it. Luna sniffled, voice breaking through the tremor of her grief. “Your uncle’s family
She, His Enigma They met again
A sharp spin— Cold lips crashed against hers, slamming her back into the jagged brick wall. The scent hit her first. That same deep cologne—smoke, cedar, danger. Then came the ghostly chill of his skin, colder than memory. Her eyes flew open. His were shut, lost in the kiss. His mouth moved over hers slowly, deliberately, tongue tracing hers like a scar reopening. His palm gripped her waist, thumb circling in soft, possessive motions through the thin fabric of her dress. His other hand cupped her jaw with something like reverence. She was caught—breathless between flesh and stone—heart thrashing, body frozen. Heat bloomed in her chest. The kiss drugged her for a heartbeat—seductive, toxic, cruel. Tears burned the corners of her eyes. Nostalgia, sharp and brutal, surged up her throat— Then— A brutal knee to the gut. A groan tore the silence of the alley. Ellaya shoved him off her. He stumbled back, stunned by the force behind her strike. Straightening slowly, he clutched his s
She, His Enigma Back from the dead
Ellaya crouched behind a crumbling wall, her breath slow, deliberate—the kind you take before a kill. She lit a cigarette with steady hands, the flare briefly illuminating her sharp features. She inhaled the smoke with calm, predatory ease. "Time to say hello to dear daddy," she whispered, flicking the cigarette into the darkness. Her fingers closed around a jagged stone, its rough edges biting into her palm. With a sharp flick, she hurled it deep into the woods. Ahead, a cluster of gangsters lounged around a battered table, their laughter rolling like distant thunder across the night. The heavy air reeked of sweat, gun oil, and cheap beer—thick enough to taste. A heartbeat— Silence. Then— Alarms shrieked, cutting the night like wounded animals. Chairs scraped. Men cursed. The lazy haze of gambling shattered into frantic motion. She moved. A whisper in the dark. The warehouse swallowed her whole. Inside, the smell of gasoline and rust curled around her
She, His Enigma Her presence
Ellaya’s fists clenched, the muscles in her arms coiling with the familiar anticipation of combat. Across from her, the man charged — a wall of fury, his rage radiating like heat off an open flame. She didn’t move. Not yet. Every second stretched into infinity. Her breath was steady, slow. Then — with a snap of motion — she twisted sideways and drove her elbow into his ribs. The sickening thud cracked through the air. He folded instantly, crumpling like a broken doll. Before he even hit the floor, she moved again, hooking his ankle and sending him crashing onto the cold, blood-slicked concrete. The crowd erupted around her — a roar thick and frenzied — but it felt distant, muffled, like noise behind glass. Her world had narrowed to a sharp, merciless focus. Another fighter lunged at her from the side, a blur of desperation. Ellaya caught him mid-strike, pivoting smoothly, her body a blade honed by violence. With a brutal twist, she snapped his arm. The crack echoed louder th
