Pursuing Her Novels & Stories

The room was silent except for the occasional buzz of her phone as updates from her search teams came in. Her lips curved into a cold smile as a new message flashed on the screen. Spotted heading south. Likely hiding near coastal cliffs. Dispatching more men. "Good," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Run as far as you want, Arnulfo. It only makes the chase more thrilling." Victoria's eyes glinted with malice as she sipped her wine, savoring the anticipation of the hunt. For her, it wasn't just about reclaiming what she believed was hers—it was about making them both pay for daring to defy her.

"You'll know the reason soon, but now pack your things, we'll go back to the other island, grandma's plan changed." Tch, I stomped my foot and left him sitting there, why not just say why we need to make it real, there are so many twists and turns that I'll find out soon anyway, what's the point of that, right? Is he planning to surprise me? Like 'surprised mother fucker this is the reason why we need to make it real, Crazy, How conceited of him if that's the case. -- Third Person POV "Ryujiii!! He's picking on me," she whined, a childish pout forming on her lips, even though Ryuji couldn't possibly see it.

I could smell a faint fragrance on her. She leaned in. Her tone carried an emotion I couldn't quite name, almost like temptation. "Your name's Ryan Sheridan, right? I want to make a deal with you." Cordelia brushed back her dark wavy hair and looked straight at me. "I need someone to marry." I stared at her in shock. Cordelia smiled like a fox. "I know your situation. Marry me, and I can save your sister. I can hire the best lawyers to help you recover the money your girlfriend took from you.

It never did. She had been hunting for eight years. Eight years of sleepless nights and dead ends and the slow, grinding work of pulling on threads that always seemed to unravel in her hands. She had started with nothing. No names. No faces. No motive. Just the memory of fire and the knowledge that she had been spared because she had chosen to study for an exam instead of coming home.

She found my compliment amusing. “What do you want?” I stayed seated so the woman would feel more in control of the situation. Staying lower than Bea was also a way of letting her know I was no threat and that I respected her authority. I needed her on my side, not against me. “I need help finding Max. She got mixed up in something, and now I can’t find her. Has she come here, by any chance?” The woman’s face slacked, then puckered as if she had swallowed something sour. This was news to her.

She pounds her fist in to the other palm with a serious and determined expression. “I find that very disturbing,” I grimace. “Just follow my lead.” I frown at her as she walks to the opposite direction, “Er- where are you going to?” “To hunt for clues, where else. Try to stay out of trouble and be safe.” She disappears from my view immediately as Grace appears in front of me. I jump up in fright. “You are getting pretty easy to scare.” Staring up at her, she smiles ta me. I still can’t believe that she is planning against the kingdom, but I shouldn’t jump in to conclusions right?

Not after she’d made her stand. Determined, she hurried through the hallway, her mind spinning with possibilities. Desperation fueled her as she considered her one risky chance: reaching out to an old friend she hadn’t seen in years. It was a long shot, but it was her only hope. She stepped out onto the bustling streets, the cold wind biting at her face, her focus set on survival.

Determined to uncover the truth, she resolved to take matters into her own hands. With a resolute gaze and an unwavering determination, Arayah set out on a quest to expose the true spy. She delved into the depths of the castle's archives, poring over ancient tomes and hidden scrolls, searching for any clues that might lead her to the traitor within their midst. Each night, she stayed awake, tirelessly piecing together the puzzle, her mind ablaze with thoughts of justice and redemption.

What could I possibly have that she could be interested in? She smiles and her heels click when she circles me. “What are you willing to sacrifice for the sake of knowledge?” I’m not sure we are talking about just the prince now. I follow her every turn and keep my eyes on her, wary of the her tone, her stance, her smile. She might be smiling but it feels like she’ll bite the minute I let my guard down. “I have come far in my quest for the truth. I will stop at no level to ensure I find it.” I sign.

she said, her tone calm and almost detached. She looked back at her reflection, and a part of her asked if all and everything she had done had been worth it. She was so beautiful, so beautiful that she had plenty of men at her disposal. But she had been too busy chasing dreams, chasing Calista and her family, chasing Ranya, chasing her property, and lastly, Vivian. And while at it, she hadn't recalled that she was still a goddamn virgin at 29. In this story, she would be referred to as the villain—the one chasing everyone from happiness just to get hers—but all her life, she hadn't truly tasted happiness. She hadn't rested; she had strived.