House Keeping

My father loved silence. He believed noise was the mark of lesser people, so he installed a decibel meter in our home. Speaking above 40 decibels meant that we would have to pay him 10 dollars, laughing above 60 decibels meant 50 dollars, and crying or throwing a tantrum was a serious offense at 100 dollars per second. The year I turned four, I fell and broke my arm. I did not make a single sound. I bit down so hard that I cracked two teeth, but I saved thousands in noise fees. He praised me for it and called me a "high-value child," one that was worth the investment. I treasured that compliment and observed the rules carefully, keeping the house wrapped in suffocating silence. Then came the stormy night a thief broke in. He had a knife and was creeping toward my mother as she slept, and I watched it all from the gap in the wardrobe where I was hiding. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shriek and wake my father, to do something, anything. However, my eyes drifted to the decibel meter on the wall, and my hand found nothing but an empty pocket. I did not have enough allowance. One scream would cost hundreds, and I simply could not afford it.

“What’s the point of keeping a woman who can’t have children? Mom refuses to adopt a grandchild from an orphanage, Julian.” *** Adeline Fathia gave everything—five years of her life, her unwavering love, and even her innocence—only to be discarded in a single night because of a medical verdict. As her world crumbled and she stood alone to bury her father, who died in the depths of sorrow, Julian Sterling turned away without a shred of remorse, obeying his mother’s command to find a “worthy” replacement. Adeline was broken, but she was not finished. Standing beneath the drenching rain at her father’s grave, she realized one chilling truth: she was carrying the child of the man who had destroyed her. The child that should have been a testament to their love was now her greatest weapon for revenge. She will no longer beg. She will return to that house not to ask for mercy, but to reclaim the dignity they trampled upon. There is only one way: to approach Axel Sterling, Julian’s elder brother—the dark shadow of the family. One marriage contract. One dark secret within her womb. Adeline is ready to tear the Sterling family apart from the inside, right before the eyes of Julian and his mother.

Ivy Sinclaire was born powerful—Heiress to House of Valemont and Manhattan royalty. Power doesn’t stop betrayal from crawling into her life—all cloaked in the form of her husband and her closest friend/ legal counsel. On the night she receives her Woman of Year award in global business, she walks into her office and finds Harry between Vivienne’s legs on her Italian marble desk—the same one she had closed multi-million deals on. The same night, her car crashes in a fiery wreck, and she’s declared dead, but alas! Ivy isn’t dead. She is saved by the one man who’s always wanted her and her nemesis. Chase Sterling. An arrogant billionaire and philanthropist in a tailored suit. A man who’s watched Ivy from the shadows for years. Keeping his distance, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and be her hero. “They tried to kill you and they almost succeeded,” Chase scoffs, adjusting his cufflinks. “I shouldn’t have trusted them,” Ivy wipes the tears streaming down her cheeks violently. “So what now?” She looks him dead in the eye. “I’ll give you 30% of House of Valemont. In return, you help me destroy them.” Reborn as Victoria St. James, Ivy returns to New York—unrecognizable, vengeful, and dangerous. With Chase at her side, she sets the stage for a merciless takedown, but as their dark alliance deepens into something twisted and magnetic, the question remains: who’s really in control? Because Chase didn’t just save her… He remade her, and he has no intention of letting her go.

I was once Fiona's consigliere. I put the Falcone Family in her hands，helping her become the untouchable Don. And when a rival family put out a hit, I took the car bomb meant for her. It cost me my eyes. She knelt by my hospital bed and swore a blood oath. She would be my eyes. I would be her only husband. Later, after an operation by a top surgeon, my eyes recovered. I couldn't wait to rush home to surprise her. But when I pushed open the door, I saw her tangled together with Leo, her bodyguard, on the desk I had custom-made for her. Fiona was pressed against Leo in revealing clothing, her face flushed. Crumpled white tissues littered the floor. Between ragged breaths, she called Leo’s name repeatedly. "Fiona, why are you still keeping that useless blind fuck around? Let me take care of him for you." "Leo, shut up. I need more time. Now, get inside me. That's all that matters." The Chicago winter rain was bone-chilling that night. I completely gave up. After walking out of the house in just my shirt, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Sicily. I will cut ties completely with this family and with her.

"You think I am a fool?" he whispered in my ear, coming closer. He was pissing me off. "Why the hell do you want to marry me?" I gritted my teeth. He touched my cheeks, and something flashed in his eyes. "No," I said, stepping back, keeping space between us. He was about to speak, but I cut him off. "I will not marry you." ********************** Gurans lives a very depressing life with her parents, who don't have any love for her. With the continuous hatred from her parents and frustration from her own life, she tries to end it. Her suicide attempt turns into another failure in her life as she finds herself in a stranger's house. She tries to leave the house but as the stranger doesn't let her go she starts to believe that she was kidnapped.  Tired of her questions, the stranger puts out a deal for her. Although the details of the deal have not been fully revealed, for her freedom, she accepts it. Finally, she gets free from his hold, but it's not long before he comes to claim her back. Once they start to live together the truth of the deal is slowly revealed turning her life upside down. Cover credit - ** Art Created by ImperialSkyGod using Midjourney **

My boss gives me 200 thousand dollars in cash so I can pay his workers their salaries. I leave the house to buy some envelopes to put the money in, but that's when my father lends the money to our neighbor so they can buy a house. I question him about it, but he says I know nothing about forging relationships. Even my mother and brother blame me for not keeping my things properly—they say I'm dumb for leaving money lying around when I know my father likes to lend money to others. Later, my boss fires me but doesn't call the cops. All he wants is for me to repay him. To do so, my father finds me a high-paying job. It's only when I get there that I realize I'm supposed to be an old man's housekeeper. On my first day there, he violates me. I want to call the cops, but my father tells me to be forgiving of him. After that, the old man's daughter thinks I seduced her father and has me beaten to death. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my father lent money to our neighbor.

Ivan Carey, quiet and always keeping social interaction in school to a minimum, his plan of getting unnoticed is working until he comes across Nathan Calloway in one drunken night. Things lead to things and sexual tension kicks in. With neither boys wanting a rumor passing around, they each agree no one else will know but keeping it that way proves more of a challenge than expected. Can Nathan stick with the rules or has he met his match in Ivan?

I thought my abilities as a healer wolf made me special… Or maybe it made people love me. But it was the opposite, most especially for someone like my mate. I spent years caring for Alpha Cyrus, hoping he’ll finally love me… hoping he’ll find me worthy to be his Luna. But it turns out he was only keeping me around cause the healing power I possessed was the only cure for his demons. The night he brought his mistress into our house was the night I lost it. For the first time, I drank, and I instantly regretted it when I had to walk home alone in the dark alleys. I was this close to getting raped, but the goddess sent an Angel to me. Who knows if I would have survived if he hadn’t shown up. Fast forward to a few days later, and I find out I was saved by the Lycan King. The first care I ever experienced from a male was from him? That’s a shocker! But everyone knows King Dominic is not a saint either. As a matter of fact, he was worse. And now he wants me… Is this Redemption, or am I about to experience a greater hell?

"At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon.     His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you".  People say she's Beautiful when she smiles, but unfortunately, life isn't funny to her in any way. Poor Freya. At the age of Nine, she lost her parents in a day, making her live a life of torture with her Uncle. She was tossed out of the house at midnight into the ferocious rain after being beaten, stripped, scratched with whips, and tormented without cause by her uncle's wife. Bracing her difficulties and keeping her mother's last words in her heart.   In an iconic scenario, she met a Wolf whom they both had two things in common.  Rejected and Devastated.  They face their terrible fates together, walking together till she  becomes his Human Luna, Impossible?  

She came looking for a fresh start. She found something far more complicated. Beatrice has spent years keeping herself afloat — working jobs that drain her, paying bills that never shrink, going home each night to a silence that grows heavier by the day. When a housekeeper position at one of the city's most lavish estates falls into her hands, it feels like the universe finally offering her something gentle. Something quiet. She didn't expect them. Silas is everything danger looks like when it's dressed in elegance. Refined, wickedly intelligent, and devastatingly charming — he speaks in carefully chosen words and looks at her like she's already a secret he intends to keep. Atticus is something else entirely. Raw. Unpredictable. The kind of man whose presence fills a room before he even enters it. He looks at Beatrice like she belongs to him — like he decided that long before she had any say in the matter. And God help anyone who disagrees. Beatrice keeps her head down and her walls up. But walls mean nothing in a house like this, with men like these. Their world is intoxicating. Their attention is impossible to escape. The brothers take what they want. The brothers keep what they claim. And they have claimed her.