Ayanokoji White Room

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 1 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”

Shen Xinyi a girl who lived for two lives and died two times once again come back to her previous first life where she was once humiliated even as An Empress her children dead and her sacrifices were given a tribute of a white linen cloth at the end of her life Now that she is back with her modern life memories what will she do to pay back ?

Princess Chloe's son, Elliot, finds that his mate is a childhood friend that he has loved since childhood. Elisabeth was abandoned and left for dead by her biological mother as soon as she was born. Queen Winnie raised her to be a white witch, knowing her biological mother is Dahlia, Queen of the dark witch coven. Elisabeth and Elliot are going to have to work together, with the help of The Alliance, to kill Dahlia before she drains Elisabeth's and her siblings' magic to use for her own evil purposes.

Emily had plans, plans that didn't involve moving in with her elder brother and having to share an entwined room with his best friend. Being born into a rich family,her only intentions were to attend college and fulfill her dreams of becoming an artist but her world turns upside down when trouble comes knocking in the form of Tyler,her brother's undeniably gorgeous and irresistible best friend. However,Emily and Tyler's relationship kicks off to a rocky start and her guarded world opens up as she is between her feelings for Tyler and his unyielding demeanor towards her, constantly reminding her that he has no interest in her and only sees her as his best friend's obnoxious little sister. Will a sheltered naive girl like Emily be able to break through Tyler's caged heart or will his cold and unyielding demeanor be too strong for her to handle?

"Am I Damon to you?" I whipped her again, with anger clearly evident on my face. "No." She said, shaking her head vehemently. Streak of tears streamed down her cheeks but I didn't care the least about it. Pushing the emotions that clouded my thoughts away, I yelled at her. "What am I to you?" "Master!" She screamed. Her lips shook in trepidation. I threw the whip aside on hearing her say the exact words I wanted to hear. Her white top was now soaked with a bit of blood as she curled herself up in a fetal position. "From now on, you will be confined to this building for the rest of your life. Don't even try to think about escaping," I informed her. ******** Evie's twisted life only became more overwhelming when she was mated to the ruthless Alpha of the Night Wolves pack, Damon. He developed sudden hate towards her and subjected her into maltreatment when he realized that she was his mate. He hated the thought that a human activated his mating bond. Little did he know that there was more to her identity than the eyes held. Damon made her go through extreme torture, all because he wanted to show his superiority over her and rub it on her face that she was just a worthless human. What will be the fate of Damon, when the table turns and he discovers the once weak Evie holds so much importance to his life and now he has to fight for her? How will he go about winning Evie's heart as the once ruthless Alpha now becomes the lover boy?

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.

One drunken night after breaking up with her boyfriend and passionate sex with a stranger at a bar, Kathleen wakes up on a strange bed in a hotel room the next morning. Panicking as she rushes to get to a job interview—Call it unfortunate luck........her one night stand was her soon to be boss Mr Gray.

Three days before my marking ceremony, someone set fire to the bridal shop while I was inside trying on my ceremonial dress. Alpha Marcus threw the arsonist into the pack prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the hospital bed, my body covered in third-degree burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Marcus speaking with the pack's healing witch. "Alpha, we can still heal her completely with the ancient magic. If we wait any longer, Sarah will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Rachel to be your Luna at the marking ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the marking ceremony." "I promised Rachel that her pup would be welcomed into the pack with full honors. Only when Sarah is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Rachel's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the pup." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The marking ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The mate bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

“I will always remind you about this, I am not your husband, and I will never be yours. The only reason why I’m even here in the first place is because of that little bun in your tummy. So get that straight.” He said to me and walked out. It took the will in me not to break down. A one-night stand. Two drunk individuals, what more could go wrong? It came as a shock to Dalia when she woke up and found herself in the same hotel room as the client she and boss had come to convince to sign a contract deal. Dalia and Eros, the hot billionaire tycoon, decide to keep a secret and never speak about what had happened that night. That is, until a baby shows up and Eros and Dalia are forced to get married. Now, it is left to Dalia to figure out a way to deal with the troubles that come with being the wife of a billionaire.

My mother-in-law was obsessed with picking mushrooms. She said mushroom stew with chicken was incredibly nourishing. She often made it to boost my husband’s health. However, she never let me have any, not even a sip of the broth. Every time, she came up with some excuse to send me out on an errand. If I refused, my husband’s fists and kicks reminded me to obey. So, this time, I obediently went out like always. Even though I just had a miscarriage five days ago and the sun outside was scorching, I had to go.