Hidden Patreon Novels & Stories

Smile real. Beautiful. I almost called. Almost hit the button. Instead I opened my email. Scrolled through the usual junk. Spam. Promotions. Then one from Marcus Reeds. Australian Golf Association. Subject line: Final Offer. My stomach dropped. I opened it. *Jackson,* *We've been patient. We've given you space. But we need an answer.* *The spot on the Australian tour is still yours. Sponsorship included. Full support. Everything you've worked for.* *But we need your commitment by December 20th.*

“And this time, I’m locking you in.” “Did you know my twin?” He pauses. Turns. “Oh no, Sherlock. Who do you think is paying me for this?” His voice drips sarcasm. I glance at the small flickering camera light in the corner of the room. “I mean the other one. Beatrice.” A pause. A long, heavy pause. I glance at him again, still standing by the curtain-draped door. His brows are furrowed, and in the dim light, I notice a tattoo on his chest, close to his pec. A word, serif font. A name maybe. I can’t read it.

It was perverse entrepreneurship. “Worse.” Julian’s thumb scrolled. “Tiered subscriptions. ‘Ice Queen’ tier gets the leaked DMs. ‘Puck Bunny’ tier gets the shorter video clips. And the ‘Stanley Cup’ tier…” He looked up, his eyes meeting Adrian’s, blazing with a cold fire. “…is promised ‘the uncut, raw footage of their first meeting.’ He’s auctioning off the hotel video.”

He patted my shoulder and said, "It's fine. You don't need to explain. I'll go public when the time's right." "Don't bother. We're done!" I shoved his hand off, my voice trembling from grievance.

Grace said “You really don’t have a problem with your thinking. I am impressed” Phillip said “But there is an issue. You see, I need Damian’s venom to heal up his girlfriend and I need his body to extract his venom. The power in you is enough to last for what? Two weeks maybe. That is more than enough of power for you” Grace said “It is stupid of you to think I would just let you walk out with Damian’s body without trying to stop you” he said “I know you will try but then, it’s just trying. I am running out of patience” she said

He’s the best secret keeper as at now I was certain. “Got a lot of work on my shoulders. And now I need to get to work. Busy as fuck. But it seems I’m not the only one who’s been busy this day. Seems you’ve been walking around more than I do. Are you here beside me, touching me? I do you listen but I couldn’t get the thought of you being a ghost! Creepy as Fuck.” There were rumors in the pack, that he was seen at his favorite spot in the pack, the waterfalls. He was seated on the rock and stare at the waters, he was also at his father’s graveyard. And his brothers too.

“You know who he is?” “No, of course not. It’s just a hunch, really.” “Well, don’t leave us in suspense.” Hakeem chimed in. Sighing, Lilac rolled her lower lip between her teeth. The urge to run my thumb over her soft skin punched me in the gut. “Phineas has a son, right? One that’s apparently been kept in the dark since I’ve never heard of him. The Whisperer’s a pretty private guy, and that cavern we first met him in screamed witness protection or some shit.”

But now, it all added up. “Until recently, Fortuna was being debited monthly by a substantial sum to a charity account. Since it was listed under donations, we never looked into it for the longest. But recently, I found one of the threats you sent Alex. You’d sent him a handwritten note asking him for money. I was curious and found out more. Paani Org.— Pavan and Nandini. Wasn’t very clever of you to name it on both your names. I guarantee that if I dig deeper, I will find that it is indeed owned by you. You’d been threatening Alex, and he’d been paying you under this charity organization you’d created. Even after they died, you continued to get the money as it was listed under charity. You

“Whatever game you’re playing, it ends here. You will not harm her.” The stranger smiled, almost kindly, though the danger radiating from them was undeniable. “Harm? No… I do not harm. I illuminate. I expose. The question is whether you, little warrior, are ready to face what lies beneath the surface of your world—and within yourself.” Aria’s hands tingled, power humming through her veins, the bond with Damon amplifying every instinct, every warning. She could feel the forest holding its breath, waiting for what was to come, for the collision between her light, their shadows, and the truths that refused to stay buried.

“It’s a noble cause. I’m interested in supporting it.” I hesitated. “That’s… very generous of you, Mr-?” He smiled faintly, reaching into his coat pocket. My eyes drew to the raven tattoo on his neck. “Alexander Harper.” I accepted the small card he slid across the table. It had no logo, just his name and a discreet email address. “If you’re interested, you can reach out to my secretary,” I said politely. “She handles all discussions with donors.” “I would like to think we are closer than that,” He shook his head. “No secretaries. I prefer to remain anonymous. Public philanthropy isn’t my thing.”