One Below All Novels & Stories

"Is everything in place?" Maxwell's voice was low and tense as he spoke into his phone, his eyes scanning the busy street outside the seamstress's shop. "Yes, sir," came the gruff reply. "The team is ready. We're just waiting for your signal." Maxwell's lips curled into a cold smile. "Excellent. Remember, we need this to be quick and clean. No mistakes."

"Mira. Calm. We'll find it. It might be misplaced, how do we know anybody took it?" Chey tries to censor me as a fume and spill obscenities. "He just gave me bad vibes. He brushed right up against us and our belongings." "So did everybody else." I huff.

"I should be the one saying that. You're nobody, so why are you so concerned about Mahira? It's becoming clear that—" "Don't talk nonsense," Adam cut her off as quickly as he could. But Catherine didn't want to lose. She kept attacking me with demeaning words that hurt my feelings. Did my body really look healthy? It was obvious my face was deathly pale and I couldn't even support myself properly. "Stay far away from her. Mahira's not that weak." Adam turned his face away, like he was disgusted with Catherine's attitude of constantly cornering everyone. I felt the same way - I was even angry because Catherine always wanted to be prioritized, as if the world only revolved around her.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

River blinks, and then he laughs, the sound rich and disbelieving. “Impossible,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “As always, you’re mistaken, Maerilee. I’m your One. Not some—” he gestures vaguely toward the door, “—servant.” I bristle at his dismissal of Akin, my temper flaring again. “You don’t know that. You can’t just decide you’re my One because it’s convenient for you.” He pushes off the wall, stepping closer, and I can see the determination in his eyes.

Charles had been in the nursery taking care of Andrea, unaware of Dione’s arrival, while Miss Anna, the chief housekeeper, was swamped with work in the kitchen. A smile spread across Dione’s lips as he made his way to the kitchen where Miss Anna worked, after placing 3 more cameras in hidden areas of the living room. “Well, for a billionaire heiress like you, Jess, you sure have dumbass people for servants and a weak security system,” he whispered and pushed the door slightly ajar. “Hi, Miss Anna. Jess said she’ll be here in a few minutes, but I really need to use the bathroom now. Where can I find it?” He offered his most charming smile.

Finally, at six thirty, there was a knock on the door. I stood to open it, and a huge bouquet blocked my view. It was camellias, my favorite flower. Even though my severe allergies and past surgery meant I could barely smell anything, I couldn't help but smile. Harry stood at the back of the group, his gaze gentle, his voice steady. "I love you, Selena." I moved through the crowd, almost running into his arms. "I love you too." But the next second, he didn't hug me back. Instead, he shoved me away with force.

“I selected mine at seven years old. Out of ten candidates, I picked you first. That’s why you’re called Uno. From the moment you became Uno, I am the only master you need to stay loyal and be obedient to. “You will follow my decisions and execute my orders. This is the one and only thing you need to do. Remember why you’re called Uno. It’s so that you’re obedient and will listen to me.” Uno’s forehead was drenched in sweat. Boss rarely said these things to people like him. It was so rare to the extent that it was almost like he was breaking the greatest taboo. He was so apprehensive right now that Uno’s resolute face was pale as a ghost. With a bang, he slammed his head to the ground and a

"Her last base is A fully automated command ship. A mobile fortress." Damien's jaw tightened. “Natalia.” The Final Stand Before anybody could say anything, the emergency communications system in the safehouse crackled to life, sending harsh, poisonous laughter through the static-filled air. "Did you believe you could hide for all time? Natalia Sharp, icy, and brimming with ruthless delight was her voice. "Even though you managed to stop the drones, you've already lost." With a startling flash of red, the flickering displays showed a countdown timer:

“Two years ago, I made a grave mistake. Pride clouded my judgment. I rejected my mate, forsook my bond, and turned my back on fate.” His gaze locked on me. “But fate doesn’t yield easily.” I swallowed back the emotions rising in my throat. He raised our hands, fingers intertwined. “This is my Luna. Sienna Hart of the Iron Grove line. She stands beside me now by choice, not obligation.” The wind howled. Then — something shattered. A stone pillar at the edge of the courtyard cracked with a thunderous snap. Gasps erupted. All eyes turned to Caleb, who had stepped forward, arms relaxed, eyes glowing with a fierce golden brilliance.