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2025-05-07 23:20:20
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She, His Enigma Ellaya
The courtroom suffocated beneath a silence thick as tar. Buzzing fluorescent lights cast long, warped shadows that bled across the marble floor. The air felt off—wrong. Like something breathing just beneath the surface. Ellaya Stone stood center stage. Still. Too still. Her spine straight. Her chin raised. A portrait of defiance carved in ice. Then she spoke— "I plead guilty." The words didn't just echo. They cracked. Shattered. Splintered like glass, echoing in fragments that didn’t belong to this reality. The judge blinked, slowly—his expression unreadable. But his voice, when it came, scraped across the room like rusted metal. “Ms. Stone, are you certain you wish to say nothing in your defense?” Her lips curved. Not warmth. Not surrender. Something colder. Something final. "I accept responsibility for all my crimes." But beneath her voice, something else whispered. I poisoned him. I betrayed him. I destroyed him. Iden jolted, his breath catching mid-chest. The gav
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Iden’s throat constricted. “Ellaya…” he whispered. She turned slowly. Not surprised. Not afraid. Her eyes were wild with stormlight. Then she smiled—and hummed the final line of their wedding song. He lurched forward, hand outstretched to touch her. But she vanished like breath in winter air. His heart skipped. Was she real? Or a ghost conjured by guilt? Then—he heard it again. That hum. From upstairs. He bolted, footsteps thunderous against the silence. With each step, the melody sharpened, luring him deeper into the dark. At the top of the stairs, he paused. His breath hitched as his fingers hovered over the doorknob. Cold metal bit into his skin, a cruel mirror to the chill in his chest. The door groaned open—revealing a room drenched in shadow and memory. A crackling gramophone spun her tune. Dust danced in the moonlight. He crossed the room and shut it off. Turned— And saw her. No… not her. A photograph. Framed on the far wall. A frozen moment: Ellaya in white
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“It’s her,” Iden breathed—barely audible, like the wind had to lean in to catch it. His fingers trembled. Ana’s warmth slipped from his hand as he backed away. A few bills fluttered to the café table. The note crinkled as he stuffed it into his pocket—then he was gone. The door slammed behind him, the bell above it chiming far too sweetly for what had just cracked open inside him. Outside, the heat hit like a slap. Sunlight bouncing off metal, coffee-stained air tangled with car exhaust. His lungs burned. His heart hammered—wild, primal. Where did she go? Those eyes. Purple . Sharp. Too knowing. Or was the light playing games again? Now? Gone. Like smoke trailing from a blown-out match. Was it her? A ghost? A trick of memory? 'But if it was just memory, what the fuck this goddamn note doing in my pocket?' Footsteps behind him. Fast. Sharp. “Iden!” Ana’s voice cut through the heat. “What the hell was that?” He didn’t answer. Just turned, his face drawn tigh
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The door creaked open. A glint of silver flickered—then disappeared into its sheath. A shadow stepped back into the dimness. “You—what are you doing here?” the woman gasped, jolting upright in bed. A man stood in the doorway. His face was tight with dread. “She’s back,” he said. “She’s out of prison.” Her pulse slammed against her ribs. “That’s impossible. She was locked away for life! There’s no way—” “I thought the same.” His voice trembled, torn between disbelief and certainty. “But my informant isn’t wrong.” He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her trembling frame. She gripped him like he was an anchor and the world had just tipped. In the far corner of the room, where shadows stretched and light dared not reach, a woman in black watched. Her eyes glittered—silent, unreadable. Then, without a word, she turned and vanished into the dark. --- She moved through the mansion like smoke. In the library, the scent of old books curled around her—dust, l
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The morning light seeped through the obstinate trees, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze, droplets of dew glimmering like precious gems under the soft kiss of the sun. Birds flitted from branch to branch, their songs weaving through the air, distant yet soothing. In the white-painted hospital room, the curtains shifted lazily, revealing fleeting streaks of sunlight that stretched toward the figure lying motionless on the bed. His closed eyes fluttered twice at the distant murmur of voices. Iden’s heavy lids parted, revealing dark eyes clouded with confusion. His gaze drifted upward, meeting the blank, sterile expanse of the white ceiling. His chest rose and fell unevenly, the stiffness in his neck sparking a dull, persistent ache. “What… What am I doing here?” His voice cracked, each word clawing its way from his dry throat. He ran a hand across his face, feeling the roughness of fever-chilled skin. The pounding in his head mirrored the disarray of his thoughts. James steppe
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The man in the hospital ward scrolled through his phone, his silver-grey eyes narrowing slightly. Those eyes—the sharp blend of angelic grace and devilish intensity—seemed to pierce through whatever they landed on. Even in the simple hospital gown, he exuded an authority that demanded the world’s obedience. Iden Ruan rose from the edge of the hospital bed. The clean, minimalistic lines of the room seemed to bow to his commanding presence. His frame, towering above six feet three, moved with a predatory elegance. Muscles rippled beneath the fabric, their angular definition hinting at raw power. A strong jawline, cut as if by a master sculptor, framed a mouth that was both cruel and inviting, while strands of black hair shimmered faintly under the morning light streaming through the window. In less than fifteen minutes, Iden had washed away the residue of rest, dressed in a perfectly tailored coat, and was walking briskly out of the ward. His movements were calculated, the click of hi
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A petite woman with short, cropped hair lounged on her couch, her face masked in a thin layer of cream. A novel rested in her hands, its pages slightly bent from her grip. Her legs dangled over the armrest, swinging in a playful rhythm that matched the soft melody drifting through the room. The music wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, blending seamlessly with the quiet hum of her thoughts. A sharp knock shattered the tranquility. She froze, her gaze darting toward the door. With a sigh, she placed the novel on the table and peeled off the mask, revealing skin flushed from the warmth of the room. Her lips curved into a sweet smile as she swung the door open, but the visitor’s expression didn’t mirror her joy. Before she could speak, Ellaya grabbed her hand and dragged her inside, her grip firm and unyielding. The door slammed shut behind them. Ellaya released her abruptly, her movements sharp and deliberate. She stepped back, her eyes narrowing into slits. “How did you get
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The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status. Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned aw
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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
