Behind Her Novels & Stories

She reached the gate and leaned slightly, peering inside. A voice came from behind her, calm and cold. “What exactly are you doing here?”

She looked down at Sebastian, who was still hiding behind her back, and then back at Alexander. "I don't know if I'm ready for that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Moving around casually. Unaware. There was one time… Just once… She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. I leaned forward, barely breathing. But she turned away from the window. All I got was a partial glimpse—just the side of her right breast from behind. Not enough. Never enough. Still… It stayed with me.

Even stranger, Maggie hadn’t even deleted the backup, as if she wanted us to see it on purpose. Suddenly, I remembered a glint of reflected light under the passenger seat after practice that day—something like a tiny lens. A chill crept up my spine. I realized then that this carefully designed trap had been laid long ago. But who was behind it? And why were they determined to push us into a corner like this?

She swallowed hard and walked faster. Her pulse rose. Something was wrong. She felt someone behind her, a presence that made her skin crawl. She tried not to panic, but the instinct was too strong. She took another step, and the footsteps behind her matched her again. She was about to turn around when suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist, unyielding, pulling her backward.

she says as she turns to face me. I slowly move towards her to where she is standing. This does spell trouble in so many ways. She turns her back towards me, and I flip her hair over her shoulder. I take her zip and start drawing, inch by inch. The warmth of her back catches my hand as I run it down. I stop for a second and admire her body. There is nothing as beautiful as a woman from behind.

He sniffled and turned to face her but his eyes widened as he stared behind her. "Watch out." Before she knew it, she was pushed forward by Luan as she fell down on her fours. A slashing and spurting sound came from behind her and once she turned around to look, it was as if everything went hazy around her. Her body went numb and her ears began to ring as her wide horrified eyes stared at the scene before her.

“I’d dearly like to see you in it. Besides, you can’t go out in that.” *** Looking down at the tattered dress, she hesitantly walked to take it. Looking at him warily. He turned his back and heard the rustle of garments behind him. “Will you help me?” When he turned, she stood with her back to him. The hooks on the back undone except for the bottom three.

“Caroline,” I greeted her with forced cheerfulness, though every word dripped with underlying tension. “How are you?” “Oh, you know,” she replied with practiced ease, her eyes flicking between Julian and me. “Always busy, always on the go. I just couldn’t miss the chance to see what the buzz is all about.” Her tone was light, but I could sense the underlying intent—she was here for a story, and she knew exactly what kind of narrative had captivated the public.

She wanted blood to spill. But something held her back. "Stay down." It whispered to her from behind her. "This isn't the time to fight back. Stay down." Before she could turn around to see who it was, the light went off and everything went black.