Pratt Balcony Trail Novels & Stories

" " . Maja Elzandre was a name whispered in hushed tones, a figure shrouded in mystery and darkness. She was a serial killer, a ruthless criminal who had evaded justice for years, leaving behind a trail of gruesome murders. Her face was known to the authorities, but her reign of terror went unchecked. Filled with resentment, she made a solemn promise to seek retribution for the death of her parents. She exhibited no mercy towards her targets and committed murders without any trace of guilt. Her essence was composed of power, seduction, lethality, and danger, among various other words with destructive connotations. Maja has long not experienced the concept of a smile or happiness until a precious jewel entered her life, opening her eyes to a world filled with brightness. , , Find out what happens when; Law and crime unite

I knew Seth Marc was trouble the moment I laid eyes on him. His arresting presence rippled through me and I felt his chaos deep in my bones as our gazes met across the expanse of my father's gym.The alluring fighter wasn't my type with his athletic torso, long, ropy arms, and powerful fists built to destroy men weaker than him, but every fiber in my being was fixated on him.I craved him.And although I knew he was the kind of guy who left a trail of shattered hearts in his wake, I wanted him.I needed him.I had to have him.For the first time in my life, I decided to take a walk on the wild side, consequences be damned."The Consumed Series" is created by Skyla Madi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

"Prepare the guards. Tell them to open my favourite dungeon. We are going to have a guest tonight." "Pardon Alpha. The prisoner is a female here and she is also a....." Leonard Knight The strongest Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack was hell bent to finish off the last trail of rogues. Iris Lockwood, an innocent eighteen year old girl who was unaware of the entire werewolf world, arrived in her hometown after thirteen long years. People say thirteen is an unlucky number. And it eventually became so when she found the truth of her family. Can she ever escape the prison? Can a Rogue be a mate of the Great Alpha King? Or he would lose what was meant for him being blinded by his anger and Hunger of Revenge. Copyright 2020-2021 by Irene Davison (Esperanza)

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇

The day my mother brought her childhood sweetheart back to the villa, my father—who had already quit smoking—stood on the balcony and smoked through the entire night. Back then, his colleagues at the research institute all envied him for having a wife who was a CEO. They said he should have stayed home and enjoyed life—why work so hard outside when all he needed to do was keep a firm grip on the household finances? But my father never agreed. "Those things are all external," he would say. "As long as the feelings are still there, we'll be fine whether we're rich or poor. And if one day she no longer loves me, I'll leave with nothing and walk away alone." He never expected his words to become prophecy. My mother truly did stop loving him. Later, when she appeared before the media, arm in arm with that man, my father didn't look back. He boarded a flight overseas and disappeared from our lives. And as I stared at the photo in my social feed—my fiancée's hand entwined with someone else's—I knew it was time for me to leave too, just like my father had.

My older sister was always kind-hearted, while I was born a natural troublemaker. When the intense heatwave struck, our family stocked up on supplies and stayed indoors. My sister saw a little boy, who seemed about seven or eight years old, crying and asking for help. She decided to take him in. “We’ve plenty of supplies anyway. One more person won’t make much difference. Besides, he’s just a child.” I warned her that the boy looked oddly mature and might not be as innocent as he seemed. I suggested we observe him a bit longer. She said I was a cold-hearted troublemaker by nature. Then, she went and let him in anyway. Not just that, but she also convinced our mother to force me to share a room with the boy. That night, the scheming “little boy” secretly climbed into my bed. I was brutally assaulted. Yet my sister told me to let bygones be bygones and marry him. To force me to obey, she locked me out on the balcony at over 140 °F. Enraged, I set a fire and killed everyone. When I opened my eyes again and saw my sister safe and unharmed, I smiled. This time, I would show them what a troublemaker really was.

Year Malkame returns to her hometown after ten years of exile. She came back following pieces of a puzzle she really needed to find in order to meet her Secret santa, the man or woman who had been gifting her lonely childhood Christmases with joy and music. Being sent away from her home at the age of fourteen, she had lost the trail of the person she was looking for. But now, she wants to finally find him. But in her journey, she finds her childhood best friend Justin. A misfortune leaves her under the same roof with this man. What happens when long-time friends come together after ten years? What happens when she realizes who her secret santa is? And what the hell happens when a billionaire decides he suddenly wants her to not only work for him but also be his woman?

On New Year's Eve, the smell of a roast in the oven drifted through the house. My grandmother walked over to me, with an old photograph in her hand, the edges worn soft with age. "Is Zack almost home?" My throat tightened. It had been three years. She could never remember that my younger brother was long gone. I was the one who picked up his ashes. At that moment, my phone rang. The moment I saw the name on the screen, the blood in my veins seemed to freeze. I stepped out onto the balcony before answering, keeping my voice low. "What is it?" The voice on the other end of the line trembled. "It's been three years. Are you still angry? I've been waiting for you to come home. Our son has, too. We're downstairs." Downstairs? I walked over and looked down to see a tall figure and a small one standing together. Through my phone, my son's voice came with a catch in his throat, saying, "Daddy…" My thoughts snapped back into place. I said flatly, "We've been divorced for a long time. He said he didn't want to stay with me." Then, I hung up without another word.

Someone texted me halfway through the wedding. The message read, "I had sex with your husband. Doesn't matter if you don't believe it." The message hit me like a hammer, and I stood petrified. Then, the texter sent another message, "Second pocket on the inside of his coat. There's a used condom there from last night. Strawberry. We were setting up the room, and one thing led to another. "We did it everywhere. Balcony, kitchen, and even in your car. He's not allergic to women. He'd gladly sleep with someone before marriage. He lied to you." Everything began to spin. I walked ahead, but my movements felt stiff. I felt as if someone was yanking me forward. I approached the aloof, abstinent man I called my husband. The same man who had to think twice before holding my hand. Sure enough, I found a pink condom in his pocket. Gasps and shouts rippled across the hall, while flashes of camera blazed and blinded the scene. I spun on my heel. That was when I saw my best friend Zoe holding up her phone beneath the stage, a gentle smile hanging on her lips. Something bitter and sad filled my heart. It took me standing here, utterly humiliated, to realize that the very thing I spent my whole life fighting for was nothing but a joke.

Nora Adams is a woman who spent five years sacrificing everything for a man who saw her as nothing but a burden. She cooked, cleaned, and quietly carried the weight of a loveless marriage, telling herself that love would eventually come. It never did. In the evening she planned to surprise her husband with an anniversary dinner, she walked in on him in bed with her best friend. And when she refused to disappear quietly, Dennis Adams solved the problem the only way he knew how. He threw her off a balcony and told the world she had jumped. But Nora doesn't die. She wakes up in a private facility, and the man sitting at her bedside is the last person she expected. Norman Adams . Twenty-five years old, handsome billionaire, burning with a vendetta of his own. He is Dennis's nephew. A man who lost everything to the same monster she married. He knows who she really is. Not Nora Adams, the discarded wife. But Genevieve Lennox, hidden heiress and CEO of Lennox Global Enterprise, one of the most powerful companies in the country. And Dennis is slowly draining it dry. With time running out, her father's empire crumbling, and a terminal diagnosis hanging over her head, Genevieve makes a decision. She will transform. And she will make Dennis Adams regret every single thing he ever did to her. Even if it means marrying the one man guaranteed to destroy him.