Novel & Cerita Behind The Scenes The Outsiders

All those late-night 'chats' with the inmates were anything but friendly. "Please, just stop..." Betty finally crumbled, pleading on the cold floor. An inmate sneered with a laugh. "You're asking for mercy now? Too late!" However, none of that mattered to me anymore. There I was, standing atop the mountain, my eyes lost in the vast sea of clouds stretching into the distance, my heart serene and clear. Life was a tough trek, and I was just another soul passing through. Sure, I had my share of trips and falls along that stretch, but I never lost my bearings.

She also couldn't find a way to refuse, so she forced herself to agree. Lucian led her downstairs. In the lobby, his assistant Ryan Lewis was projecting a video onto the screen. "This is something we just got recently," Ryan said. The video had no sound, but the images were clear. Stephanie was handing a stack of cash to a few thugs. In turn, the thugs handed a bottle of medicine to Stephanie. Kayla's stomach turned. The faces of those thugs were burned into her memory. They were the same ones who had nearly destroyed her three years ago.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

Helen snapped before storming out. Laura stood frozen, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Be – Behind me?” The confusion was too much. Jerry’s fists clenched in response, and the tension in the room was intense.

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

Edrien does not respond, he takes his time, prepares himself and opens the door very carefully, he enters and turns his head to the sides studying the place, there is only one door open, noises come from there. He takes a step forward, leaning his back against the wall next to the door, sighs, preparing to poke his head into the room, from this side of the screen nothing can be heard, only his heavy breathing. He is nervous. We all want to see what's behind that door. The moment arrives and he dares, he looks out and reveals it. The panorama of that place is horrible. Inside what was a theater was packed with students, all tied by the hands and feet, their mouths were covered by adhesive tap

The light dimmed, the orchestra swelled somewhere beyond, and notes blooming through the air like a spring song. I heard them enter the backstage area. They were loud, clumsy, and laughing. “Where’d you go, mutt?” one of them cooed, sweet as poison. I slipped deeper into the maze of wires and props, crouching low behind a stack of dusty set pieces—broken candelabras, fake columns, a velvet chaise that reeked of sweat and dust. I took a second to check myself. Red ink streaked my arm like a wound. My dress was shredded at the knees, pearl threading unraveling like veins.

He admitted in a trembling voice, "I… I was the one who switched it to hot water. Dad loves his fish. If they died from the scalding water, he would have scolded Rachel. I was just upset with her… I'm sorry! It's my fault!" Under Aunt Yvonne's pressure, Wallace flushed red and apologized to me. Uncle Jackson's and Aunt Maria's faces soured at the sight. Mom tried to smooth things over by inviting everyone inside. Just like in my past life, Aunt Yvonne went into Grandma's room to say a few words. She emerged shortly after. The old house had poor soundproofing, so we could hear Grandma scolding Aunt Yvonne even with the door closed. However, her face remained calm when she stepped out.

David called, turning to face the window, his back to the door. Stephanie stepped inside, her footsteps hesitant. “You wanted to see me?” she asked, trying to sound composed but unable to hide the tremor in her voice. David didn’t turn around immediately. He let the tension build for a moment before speaking. “Close the door.” Stephanie hesitated but eventually obeyed, closing the door behind her. David turned slowly, his gaze cold and calculating. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? Posting that nonsense on the internal forum. Trying to drag my name through the mud.”

Last Days at Lakeview High ~Uthman~ We finished our exams today. Like we were really done with exams. No more secondary school's exams. We trudged out of the hall together because the external invigilator had insisted that we should all submit our scripts together. I shielded my eyes from the sun with my hand immediately I stepped out of the hall. It was closing time for the school and we could hear the loud chatters of students as we walked from the hall to the main building.