Smoke And Mirrors: Short Fiction And Illusions

Adler Hayes Vergara may be an easy-going, responsible, calm, and collected Executive but he is a drunk mess when stressed and a man who isn't ready for commitment and responsibility, thinking that he should keep the ball rolling while he's still free from the engagement arranged by his family. But one rainy day, a woman appears on his doorstep, soaked and pale like a stray kitten, introducing herself as his fiancée!

What happens when your life is just a lie? What happens when you finally find out that none of what you believe to be real is real? What if you met someone who made you question everything? And what happens when your life is nothing but a fiction carved by Mr. Fiction himself? "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." — Oscar Wilde. Disclaimer: this story touches on depression, losing someone, and facing reality instead of taking the easy way out. ( ( ( part of TBNB Series, this is the story of Clarabelle Summers's writers ))

Lena Mitchell had always believed in fairy tale promises—love conquering all, a happy ending within reach. Her life with Daniel, a billionaire embodying her dreams, seemed perfect. Their courtship was a whirlwind of luxury and charm, but once married, cracks began to show. Late nights, unexplained absences, and Daniel’s growing distance hinted at trouble. Lena ignored them until she found undeniable proof of his betrayal: texts, photographs, and evidence of an affair with the alluring Cassandra Morgan. The revelation shattered Lena’s world, turning her once-idyllic life into a prison of deceit. Yet, Lena refused to be broken. Determined to uncover the full extent of Daniel’s duplicity, she resolved to confront him and expose every lie. Her journey would be perilous, diving deep into Daniel’s shadowy world and the dangerous figures within it. But Lena was resolute; she would reclaim her life, confront the betrayal, and emerge stronger from the wreckage of her shattered dreams.

"Are you still afraid of me Medusa?" His deep voice send shivers down my spine like always. He's too close for me to ignore. Why is he doing this? He's not supposed to act this way. What the hell? Better to be straight forward Med! I gulped down the lump formed in my throat and spoke with my stern voice trying to be confident. "Yes, I'm scared of you, more than you can even imagine." All my confidence faded away within an instant as his soft chuckle replaced the silence. Jerking me forward into his arms he leaned forward to whisper into my ear. "I will kiss you, hug you and bang you so hard that you will only remember my name to sa-, moan. You will see me around a lot baby, get ready your therapy session to get rid off your fear starts now." He whispered in his deep husky voice and winked before leaving me alone dumbfounded. Is this how your death flirts with you to Fuck your life!? There's only one thing running through my mind. Lifting my head up in a swift motion and glaring at the sky, I yelled with all my strength. "FUC* YOU AUTHOR!" ~~~~~~~~~ What if you wished for transmigating into a Novel just for fun, and it turns out to be true. You transimigated but as a Villaness who died in the end. A death which is lonely, despicable and pathetic. Join the journey of Kiara who Mistakenly transmigates into a Novel. Will she succeed in surviving or will she die as per her fate in the book. This story is a pure fiction and is based on my own imagination.

For Aurora, falling in love is an illusion. For Leo, it's not meant for him. They have been married for over five years but things come crashing down in a messy divorce. Aurora finds out she’s pregnant but for her there’s no going back. Leo misses her but he can’t even find her. It takes a few years and he finds out they have a child and not only that, he sees she’s much more different from what he remembers. Would it ever work out for them? You just have to find out in this thrilling, heartwarming, subtly steamy romance.

In my previous life, the apocalyptic haunts descended without warning, and the whole world plunged into a living hell. After two days of starvation, my husband and mother-in-law tied me to a chair. I begged them desperately, but they did not spare me. Instead, to keep their "food" fresh, they sliced the flesh straight from my leg. When I was reborn, I spent every last cent of my fortune to hold a grand, extravagant funeral, for myself. My husband and mother-in-law thought I had lost my mind. However, what they had not known was this: anyone who buried themselves could claim the treasures laid to rest in their own coffin: golden coins that could command the anomalies of the end times. Which meant that with this extravagant funeral, I would stand invincible when the apocalypse arrived. That time, without me as their "meat" and scapegoat… I would see how long they lasted.