Hp Silent Novels & Stories

Athena Moretti was the brilliant mind behind NexusTech, but to the world, she was just a nobody. When her fiancé, Marcus Vance, publicly humiliates her, steals her revolutionary cybersecurity code, and hands her empire to another woman, Athena is left with nothing but a burning thirst for revenge. Enter Lucien Laurent. Ruthless, brilliant, and the most feared venture capitalist in the country, Lucien is old money incarnate. He offers Athena an untouchable legal team, unlimited resources, and a state-of-the-art lab to rebuild her software and crush Marcus. But his help comes with a dangerous price. To destroy Marcus from the inside out, Athena must sign a one-year contract to play a part she never prepared for: Lucien’s fiancée. The catch? Lucien is Marcus’s estranged, older step-brother. Living under Lucien’s roof, the lines between corporate warfare and bared desires begin to blur. Every stolen glance is a sin; every touch is an electric violation of their professional rules. Athena convinces herself that she is just using his power to get her life back. Until a dark secret from the past unravels, revealing that the man protecting her from the devil might actually be the one who ruined her family first. Can Athena successfully play a game where the heart is the ultimate liability, or will she realize too late that her silent partner is the most dangerous enemy of all?

The Eagle I watch her come out of the shower, the droplets of water on her body, I would like to take their place. I hand her a pair of panties and a top that fits her breasts well. - Get dressed. She turns her back to me so she can dress. - The first rule: never be ashamed of me. - The second rule: always dress in front of me and without turning your back to me. So look here and remove the towel to get dressed. She faces me and unwraps her towel; I look at the naked body in front of me: her enormous breasts standing out, her buttocks visible behind her, she tries to quickly put on her panties. - Stop. She freezes and looks at me with a silent question. - Turn around so I can admire your body. She spins around and I appreciate this magnificent goddess in front of me. - You are magnificent, querida. She does not respond. - Come closer so I can help you get dressed. She remains frozen, unwilling to approach. - Rule No. 3: always do what I ask you. Come closer. Sibelle is a very beautiful young woman who is kidnapped by the men of a mobster: the formidable Royal Eagle, who is merciless. Will Sibelle be able to adapt to this life? And can she soften the hardened heart of the royal eagle? Follow me to find out what will happen to her.

"One more step and I will make you regret" He hissed with his burning gaze on me. My body stiffened and I remained still at the same place. His threatening words choked me. I pitied myself for how helpless I'd become. But my intrusive thoughts said otherwise, what if I didn't listen to him and ran further away from him? I felt a pair of hands rise to my shoulder. My breath became unstable feeling his skin on me. "Good girl" he hushed in my ear letting out a silent gasp due the surprise act of his. I think I have just let my mind win over the fear I had for him. ~~~~~~~~~ Aster Di Fazio gets tangled into an arranged marriage with the heir of one the wealthiest families, Adagio Amato-the most feared and filthy rich. He never goes against his parents and hates the idea of commitment. As for Aster, she was a simple girl with a loving heart. She has always been under her parent's shield and was showered with love and comfort-a heart of generosity and happiness. They're opposite to each other in every way possible, but they carry the same last name. This marriage didn't look promising and every member of their family knew that. It is no more than a contract after which all of it will be burned and blown away with wind. Well, that's what everyone thought.

When I'm accompanying my daughter, Alina Stone, to the hospital for a chemotherapy session, an employee from the social security center calls me. "Ms. Lewis, an error has occurred with the bank card that's set to receive your parents' pension. Please make sure to change to a new card." I'm left feeling stunned. My parents have been dead for three years. Why would they even receive more pension in the first place? After asking the employee, I find out that my parents' pension has been wired into the bank card as normal throughout the years. My husband, Christian Stone, was the one who had previously updated the bank card details at the social security center. Once I get home, I demand answers from Christian after playing him the recording of the phone call. He falls silent for a very long time before telling me the truth. It turns out that he never registered my parents' death back then. Till now, their corpses have been stored in a freezer in my childhood home. That bank card had received a total of 90 thousand dollars' worth of pension over the past three years. Christian has given all of the money to his ex-wife, Lydia Swanson, in order to support her financially. But the thing is, he never gave me a single cent for Alina's treatment before.

When Alpha King Theron inherits his father’s war, love is the last thing he needs—especially not for another man. Surrounded by enemies and a council that already doubts the boy who sits on the throne his father died for, Theron rules with duty as his only compass, trying to ignore the pressure to give the pack an heir. Then Commander Cael—the silent, battle-scarred strategist whose victories have already become legend—is sent to fight beside him and protect him. Cael is cold, brilliant, and maddeningly defiant, and Theron can’t fight the attraction he feels. The desire is forbidden, and in their world, even a whisper of affection between men is punishable by death. Desperate to bury his feelings after a kiss one night, Theron sends Cael to the front lines and marries a noblewoman, convincing himself that distance will smother the fire. But when Cael saves his life on the battlefield, Theron feels the unmistakable pull of fated mates. Only, Cael isn’t Cael. He is Maera, a woman disguised as her dead twin brother, forced to live as a man to survive the battlefield and the laws that deny her a place in the packs army. When Theron finds out while trying to further their intimacy one night, he feels betrayed. Now, hunted by the council and surrounded by enemies, Theron must choose: his throne, or to protect the woman who lied to him—the woman fate chose to be his forbidden mate.

By the time Nolan is five, I finally see the truth clearly. My husband, Justin Ford, does not love our son or me. Determined to end this disastrous marriage, I decide to leave with Nolan. But fate has other plans. A car accident leaves me with a lost kidney and Nolan missing an eye. In our darkest hour, the cold, indifferent Justin kneels in public, begging for forgiveness, promising to be a lifelong support for both our son and me. Nolan and I decide to give him a trial period of 100 days. If he passes, we will stay. On the 99th day, we stumble upon him speaking with the attending doctor. "Mr. Ford, you caused the accident on purpose to save Ms. Lloyd's child while taking organs from Mrs. Ford and Nolan. Was it really worth all that?" "It's worth it. I'll do whatever makes Suzanne happy." "What if Mrs. Ford and Mr. Nolan find out?" Justin falls silent for a moment, then instinctively touches his wedding ring. "They must never find out. All they want is a family, and I'll do everything I can to make it right," he says coldly. It turns out his entire act of repentance was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated lie. The happiness Nolan and I believed in was merely an illusion, designed to protect the one he truly cared for. Every gift came with a secret cost, and now, we are paying the price.

My entire existence has led to this moment, the day I finally put an end to this misery, the day I pay tribute to the sacrifices of my loved ones, the day I grant freedom to the human race. All it requires is a simple pull of the trigger. I desired this, worked tirelessly for it, but inexplicably, I find myself unable to complete the task. "Do it," Bas urged in a soft whisper, a gentle smile playing on his lips. How could he find solace in a moment fraught with tension? His eyes locked onto mine, a silent challenge. Unable to contain the tears streaming down my face, I felt a flood of emotions. Sensing my hesitation, Bas delicately laid his hand on mine, guiding the gun closer to his chest. "I love you," he uttered to me. No, I couldn't endure this any longer. I shook my head, the pain becoming unbearable. "We do this in 1...2...3..." **** In a world where werewolves coexist with humans, Rebecca faces a daunting prophecy: she must become the mate of the infamous Alpha's son, Bas. Every century, the moon selects a human girl to fulfill this prophecy, destined to bear a child for her mate and then be sacrificed. But Rebecca refuses to accept her fate. Can she defy the prophecy and protect her loved ones, or will her rebellion lead to tragedy? And when she starts developing feelings for someone forbidden, what will the consequences be?

Mira Whitlock gave everything to her mate—her heart, her loyalty, her future. He repaid her by crawling into bed with her own sister. When she begged him to break their sacred bond, he smiled and denied her. Trapped in a loveless nightmare, Mira did the only thing left to do: she ran. Her escape led her straight into the path of Rowan Cade, the ruthless Alpha King—wild, unchained, and deep in the throes of a rut that could kill him. Their collision was explosive. Her dormant wolf, silent for years, roared to life. And in one fevered, desperate night, a new mate bond blazed between them—hotter and more dangerous than anything she'd ever known. But morning brought no mercy. Rowan rejected her coldly, like yesterday's trash. And before Mira could even breathe, her husband Finn dragged her back and locked her away. His price for her freedom? She must let him claim her unborn child as his own. Now Mira is trapped between two alphas: the cruel husband who owns her body and the brutal king who owns her soul. One wants to use her. The other refuses to want her at all. But Mira is done begging. Done running. Done surrendering. She will fight for her freedom. She will protect her child. And if the Alphas want war—she'll give them one neither of them survives.

They caught my fiancé with my sister on the night of our engagement party. Tangled in a private wine cellar. My family name was dragged through the mud. We became the laughingstock of the Chicago Outfit. Then came Don Lorenzo Falcone. He proposed in front of all the Families, saving my honor and forging a more powerful alliance. For four years, he put me on a pedestal. But an old injury left him unable to father an heir. This year, through the family’s private doctor, I finally got pregnant. After that, his devotion became absolute. I thought this powerful man was my savior. My only protector. Until I heard him talking to his right-hand man. “Boss, Arabella worships you. How could you do it? You had the doctor switch the vials, made Arabella the surrogate for the Moretti heir. Just 'cause Isabella couldn't handle the pain? The kid’s due in two months. What’s the plan?” He was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was ice. “When the child is born, it goes to Isabella. It's the only thing that guarantees her future with the Morettis.” “And Arabella?” “I’ll tell her the baby didn’t make it.” “She’ll still be Mrs. Falcone. She’ll have everything she could ever want.” So that was it. My great protector. All of it… for another woman. This tainted bloodline? I don’t want it in me. And this sham of a marriage? I’m done.

Five years into my marriage to the Don, Ives Moretti, he left me for dead during a shootout to get his mistress, Isabella, to safety. I woke up three days later in a private hospital room. No apology. Ives was cold. “You’re my wife. You knew the risks. Stop being so dramatic.” Then, he added, “Isabella’s different. She’s fragile. She needed me.” That was followed by three months of the silent treatment. Like always, he expected me to be the one to break, to come crawling back begging for forgiveness. Three months later, I handed the Irish deal to Isabella on a silver platter. The big one I’d spent half a year building myself. Ives thought it was a peace offering. He smiled, a rare, genuine thing these days. “I knew you’d come around. As a reward, we’ll go to Vegas. I know you’ve always wanted to go.” The next day, Isabella whined about being bored, and he broke his promise. He took her to Vegas instead. Told me it was “urgent family business.” This time, I didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene. Ives was pleased I was being so understanding. He had no idea I was already cutting all ties to the Moretti family. That he’d already signed the divorce papers. I was free.