Hanging Side Table Novels & Stories

“Why do you defy me, little dove?” He demanded and Desire was torn. Torn between pleasing her Master and bending one of the rules holding their region together. His blue eyes bored into hers for a while before Desire finally looked away again, waiting for her judgement, her dead judgement for breaking a rule“The first option is to have you killed by hanging, the second one is to send you to the Harem while the third one is to make you my private maid and you’re the only person who has the privilege of this rare chance. So, my dear little Dove, what do you say?” “I’ll pick the first option, let me die at stake or by hanging. Whichever option suits you, My lord but please just let me die a quick death” Desire pleased with a determined look on her face.

Nicole Santoro is a harmless and delicate woman, which is why her ex-boyfriend was a scoundrel with her, cheating on her in the worst ways, but now she has turned things around and become an incredible woman and an exemplary secretary for one of the richest companies in the country. But no one was prepared for the tense dynamic that developed between her and her boss, Valentin Salvatore. Their relationship was marked by heated debates and a constant power play. Nicole never hesitated to challenge Valentin's impulsive decisions, while he saw her as an enigma that needed to be deciphered. When the fateful night arrived, the tension between them took an unexpected turn. That momentary weakness revealed an undeniable chemistry. They both knew that this union was far from conventional. The rules of the game had changed, and now they were forced to confront not only their insecurities but also the growing emotional connection that was slowly emerging between them. The question hanging in the air was: could they turn this fire and arrogance into true love?

Alessia DeLuca was never meant to be the bride. But with the real bride dead and a wedding alliance hanging in the balance, Alessia makes the only choice she has left. She takes her sister’s place, and binds herself to Matteo Ricci—a ruthless mafia heir with blood on his hands. Matteo knows something is wrong with his bride. By the time he uncovers the truth, the vows have already been spoken, the alliance has already been sealed, and whoever killed the real bride is still close enough to strike again. Now bound by deception and trapped in a marriage neither of them chose, Matteo and Alessia strike a dangerous bargain, keep the lie alive, uncover the truth, and survive long enough to stop a war. But the deeper they dig, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because Isabella wasn’t just a bride. She was a threat. And whoever killed her is still watching.

My parents' enemy kidnaps me and livestreams chopping off my fingers just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire Internet searches for my parents. But what they don't know is that the captain who appeared in the livestream is my biological father. At that moment, he's on a beach in Hashford, setting off magnificent fireworks for his adopted daughter. And on their barbecue table, the livestream of my fingers being severed is playing. Later on, when I survive long enough to be rescued, I reach out my mangled hand to touch my parents. They recoil in disgust and leave without looking back, taking the adopted daughter out for Wersole food. But they don't know that the thing hidden within my mangled palm will make them regret their actions beyond measure.

My wife, who had always despised lugging around keys, ditched our modern smart lock for a clunky old-school key version. She even bolted it shut during showers. Every time I returned from work, I'd have to ring her up first. Fed up, I slapped the divorce agreement on the table during a family get-together. Everyone assumed I was drunk and joking. My wife hauled off and cracked me across the face. "Am I asking too much? You promised you'd indulge me forever." I met her glare with icy indifference and let out a bitter scoff. "Aren't I divorcing you and never returning the ultimate indulgence?"

Aurelia wakes up in the bed of a mysterious blonde after hanging out with her boyfriend and getting drugged. She later finds out that she had subconsciously escaped being raped by her boyfriend and had lost her virginity to the blonde, who had mistaken her for an escort. All of these discoveries lead her to break up with her boyfriend and search for a job to support herself, as her entire life until now had revolved around him. She luckily secures a job as an office assistant and eventually finds out that she is pregnant by her one-night stand. Determined to locate her baby’s father, she discovers that he is none other than her boss. How will her boss handle the revelation that the "escort" who gave him the most enjoyable night of his life is actually his office assistant—and now pregnant with his heir?

On my girlfriend's birthday, I was in the middle of preparing a surprise for her when the property management office of our marital home called first. "Sir, we've received a complaint from another resident," the staff member said. "They claim there's been… quite a bit of noise coming from your unit at night. From you and your wife." I frowned. The only person I had given a key to that apartment was my girlfriend. I called her immediately. She answered with a soft, teasing tone, "They must have made a mistake. I'm at my best friend's place." "Alright," I said evenly. "Enjoy yourself." After hanging up, I opened the smart home system without hesitation and remotely locked every door and window from the outside. Then I dialed the police. "Hello, I'd like to report an unlawful entry."

What do you do when you're supposed to be boyfriend doesn't have the time for you leaving you hanging and dateless all the time. Who do you call? The backup boyfriend. In comes your on-the-go best friend who always acts as the backup boyfriend. It's easier to pretend since you have feelings for him before. But what will happen when fate plays with you, and your backup boyfriend falls in love with you, and wants nothing but to be your real boyfriend? And to add to the complications, your backup boyfriend/best friend is your boyfriend's boss who is keeping a secret identity. Who will you choose, the boyfriend whom you love but doesn't have the time for you, or the backup boyfriend who gives his best to show how much he loves you but is keeping a very dark secret from you.

"Are you sure you want to change the bride's name to Jasmine Shaw, Quinn?" Quinn Sullivan's voice was resolute. "Yes, I'm sure. Do as I say." She sat in silence for a long time after hanging up. She recalled what she saw after her engagement party. Her fiancé had his arms wrapped around another woman in a swaying car. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, looking like he couldn't bear to leave. Quinn didn't understand. She and Nicholas York had gone through so much to get to marriage. How could he cheat on her? Well, it didn't matter. She was willing to give him her blessings since he was in love with another woman. He could marry someone else, then. She would give him the wedding of his dreams.

"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals. His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth. The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it. 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it." He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.