Inside Her Novels & Stories

She wasn't finding the courage to go inside his room. She was still in great shock. "No, I should go inside. Maybe it's an enemy of Sikandar who is trying to trap him. Yes…it is so…let me see." Talking with herself, Hira then moved forward toward Sikandar Shah's room. "Come in.." Listening to his voice from inside, Hira felt something break inside of her. A lone tear fell from her eye and slipped on her cheek. But she wiped it harshly and stepped inside into his room.

“Anyway, I’msure next time we meet, there’ll be less ropes and more clothes.” She sounded optimistic, but I could only see my body parts being shipped off in FedEx boxes, my papa’s coffin, and, if I survived this, a world to traverse on my own. My stomach tightened. A burn stung the backs of my eyes. Compassion filled her gaze, her hand on the knob. “Just remember . . . you have a goddess inside you.” She stepped into the hall and turned to look at me. “You just have to find her.”

’’ I said, opening the door and stepping inside the bedroom. The whole bedroom was dark, I looked around the room and found her curled up in a corner. She was hugging her knees to her chest and her hands were on her ears, like she's blocking something— someone. I don't know what she is going through but whatever is that, it's affecting her more than she allowed. I have never seen her looking so vulnerable, she's looking like a broken piece of mirror. Like she has many phases, many faces, many sides, a sweet daughter and sister, but a ruthless queen for the world.

Inside is a single sheet of paper with a chilling message: "You are being watched." Mary Lou's heart pounds in her chest as she looks around, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. She quickly unlocks her door and steps inside, bolting it behind her. The joyful warmth of the evening is replaced by a cold dread. She clutches the letter, wondering who could be behind it and what they might do next.

She halted mid-step upon seeing the inside of her boss’s condo. She clutched her chest several times, feeling as if she had already been here before. It was familiar to her. She was confused. Where had she seen this? In her dreams? Was this one of the buildings she had glimpsed before?

A cock inside her, hands on her skin, low voices promising more tomorrow. The storm still howled outside. Inside, only heat. Only hunger. And it was only day one.

The flicker of electricity trying to come back after the lights went out. The presence. That thing in the dark. And then Her. She wasn’t separate anymore. But she wasn’t gone either. She was… threaded into me. Quiet. Watching. Calculating. “You’re observing too much,” her voice echoed inside my mind. It didn’t sound like a voice. It sounded like a thought that wasn’t mine. I swallowed slowly. “I can hear you,” I thought back. “Yes.” No hesitation. No denial. “You’re inside me.” A pause.

“My girl.” She doesn’t give me time to say more. She crashes back in, and I kiss her hard, meeting her with equal force, as she kisses harder. Fuck I’m so turned on by this side of her—the one that bites back. My hands move on instinct. I grab under her thighs, hauling her up against me. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, and I pin her firmly against the storeroom door. My body presses into hers, letting her feel exactly how hard I am.

It clicked open without resistance, and she pushed the door open slowly, her heart racing in her chest. Inside, the room was larger than she had imagined. A single candle burned on a table in the center of the room, its flame flickering in the stillness. The walls were lined with shelves, filled with old books and jars that she didn’t recognize. But it was the center of the room that caught her attention. A large, ornate mirror stood there, its frame carved with intricate patterns. The glass, despite its age, was perfectly clear. She stepped closer, drawn to it.

He staggered back, teeth gritted. She didn’t seem to hear him. Her eyes had gone distant, reflecting the crimson light overhead. “It’s speaking again,” she whispered. “But it’s not the same voice.” Kaelen steadied himself. “Then stop listening.” “I can’t. It’s not outside anymore.” Her hand went to her chest. “It’s here.” The words chilled him. “You mean it’s inside you?” Her expression twisted — fear, confusion, awe all tangled together. “No. It’s remembering through me.”