Ma Am You Have Been Uncovered Novels & Stories

The Unbound has stepped into the open. And nothing will ever be hidden again.

​Amara stood on the dilapidated porch, the peeling paint of the front door staring back at her like a scarred face. She could hear the faint, familiar sound of a daytime television show blaring from inside—a sound that signaled her mother's presence and, invariably, John's eventual appearance. The sheer, physical act of raising her hand to knock felt like lifting a massive stone. She was no longer wearing the protective armor of the Signora Valenti; she was simply Amara Wilson, the girl who knew the brutal cost of speaking up.

It was as if we'd known each other forever, sharing an unspoken bond that went beyond words. His touch had awakened a fire within me, a flame that burned brighter with every passing moment. I wanted him, needed him, with an intensity that thrilled and terrified me. The way he'd taken care of me while I was down, the concerned look on his face, had all combined to fuel my desire. I was still clad in my delicate, see-through nightgown, and the cool air brushed against my skin, raising goosebumps. With a playful resolve, I let the blanket slip from my fingers, deliberately exposing my body to him. His gaze drifted downward, tracing the path of the blanket's descent. When his eyes reached my che

“I know what’s best for you.” I let out a bitter laugh that held no humor. “Do you really? Then look at me, Mom. Look at me.” With shaking hands, I tugged at the collar of my shirt, pulling it down and baring my chest. The fabric gave way, revealing the truth I’d hidden for weeks. My skin, once whole, was rotting in patches. A sickly gray and black spread like a disease across my flesh, reeking faintly of decay. I’d covered it with makeup, with creams, lying to myself that it wasn’t real. But now there was no hiding it.

I leaned back against the table, exhaling deeply. Neither of us spoke for a moment. We stayed close even after the conversation had ended. “You almost believed it,” Morrison said after a while. I let out a soft breath. “I didn’t.” He looked at me; I met his gaze, then looked away. “...I wanted to,” I admitted. He didn’t respond immediately. He just watched. “We will find out the truth,” he said. I let out a small laugh. What truth, Morrison?” my eyes danced. “Stop being overzealous. She called one Amara. Am I Amara?

The room fell silent. Samuel frowned. "They already know her name?" The young Keeper nodded. "They're calling her..." He hesitated. "...the woman who uncovered the mountain." Amara slowly looked out the window toward the growing crowd below. For months... She had been fighting to uncover the truth. Now... The truth was about to introduce her to the entire country.

The thought hit like a fist to the chest and I almost recoiled from it. The nurse gave me an odd look. "She's your mate, isn't she? Finding her should be easy." Mate. The word hit me strangely, and all at once I understood where that dread had been coming from. I couldn't feel Vera. The blood drained from my face. I fumbled for my phone and dialed the High Priest with shaking hands. When he picked up, the words barely held together: "Where's Vera? Why can't I — we completed the marking ceremony last week, how is this—"

" My eyes narrowed. This was the friend I'd known for four years. Just to step on me in front of a woman, he was willing to drag my name through the dirt. I wasn't letting this slide. I tagged Kevin directly in the group chat. "Since you're so certain, how about we get together tomorrow night? Bring your evidence and expose me in person." Kevin replied instantly, "Sure. Ms. Spencer should come too. Since you're supposedly some wealthy heir, let's go to Grand View. You can afford to treat us there, right?" Grand View? That was the high-end club my family owned. I set down my phone and rubbed my temples. Sitting across from me was Celia Spencer, dressed in a sleek business suit that made her l

Eliza was two days old then and looked adorable in her pink onesies with the print Daddy’s Favorite Girl, which Aaron thought was a controversial message to the world. To ensure no pictures of us will circulate on the net, my PR team and security details had all the pictures deleted, but without telling them, I kept this one on my file. I was supposed to stay quiet and not disclose anything in public until I told Jessamine everything, but last night, while thinking of what to do, I uploaded the picture to my social media account. “Have you gone crazy?” Sasha asked angrily this morning but stopped asking more when I answered Yes.