Ruth Hall Novel Novels & Stories

My chest heaves, but I stand tall until the echo of her steps fades down the hall. Only then do I let myself breathe. To Be Continued...

The soft patter of rain traced lazy lines across the windows of the estate. Thunder rolled in the distance, low and lingering like a fading war cry. Inside, the fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting a golden hue across the room. It was warm, quiet—peaceful. A stark contrast to the chaos that had dominated their lives recently. Elena stood in the center of the living room, gazing out at the storm. Her fingers gently curled around the edge of her wool shawl, but her mind was elsewhere—caught between memories and new beginnings.

But you take what you get when you are running from a psychopath and don’t have that many choices. The other girls are perfect. They’re tall, confident, and bold in matching bras and thongs. They are excited as they speak to each other. I’m the odd one out here, in my full clothes like on the audition day. They look like models, and I doubt I will be selected this time. “It’s time,” a woman in glasses announces. We are in an empty hall. It’s well-decorated, just like a runway show. The girls file into a line, starting from number one. I am to go last. I wonder if it has something to do with my odd look.

They shouldn't be made to suffer the repercussions from the decisions of their leaders. I noticed the hall was decorated differently from yesterday and there were more people in attendance than just the twins and two other men that were here yesterday. I think there were at least fifteen more people here and the hall suddenly seemed smaller than it was yesterday. There were tiny sparkling lights just before the ceiling, they infact covered the ceiling and lit up the room in a sensual way. I finally stopped beside my mate, right in front of the man that had been trying to inject me yesterday. I glared at him.

"I keep falling and falling for you. Deeper and harder. I will carry this love of mine for you to the end. Your love may be bitter but I know that it will be sweet soon. I will carry my love for you to my grave of flowers where they bloom and grow. I love you so much." THE NEXT DAY, Denver got to work earlier. She just decided to go to work. Her workers said condolences. She also promoted her trusted co-worker as her new manager. She wishes new life. She wishes new beginning. One afternoon, after work she ate at a resto. She ate at the far end of the resto. Soon she heard laughter at the other table. "My gosh. Did you see Mr. Ybarra's former sweet girl? That! That senator's niece. She was in

I guess I'd been the obedient child, but did they really think I was stupid to go along with this circus they were slowly turning my life into? “Ariadne, now is not the time to unleash your stubborn streak,” she reminded me. “Luca Russo is—” I turned sharply, cutting her off. “A formidable man. Ruthless, murderous. I know that, Mom. And still I choose to not take the ring. What's the worse that can happen? He's going to kill me?” I snorted at that. I wouldn't mind that. At all. Without waiting for a response, I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

his voice commanded, and I pushed open the door, steeling myself for the ordeal to come. The sight that greeted me was all too familiar: the opulent furnishings, the air heavy with the scent of power and authority. I set the tray down with trembling hands, avoiding his gaze as I made my escape. Back in the kitchen, Jedah's mournful howls echoed my own inner turmoil, a constant reminder of my failings. I searched frantically for the source of my mistake, cursing my own incompetence. And then it hit me like a bolt of lightning: I had forgotten the salt.

I haven’t seen it or even seem bothered about its whereabouts since we left the mansion. Where is it? Oh! Thank God I found it. It was at the edge of the bed, waiting for me to find it. Paulo kept shouting and hitting the door hard while I rushed to take my phone. The closer I got to the phone, the farther it went. What’s this? What’s happening? Why am I finding it hard to reach my phone? Was I hallucinating? I couldn’t see clearly. Paulo’s voice at the door faded away gradually and the room became smaller like it was going to choke me inside it.

The butler, the two maids, even they are off from their duties. Eva was all alone in the huge house and the screaming and crazy buzz outside was slwoly fading away. Eva walked upstairs and walked back into her room. The room which was supposed to be the one combined for her and Alan. The bed was filled with the documents she made viral in order to put Alan behind the bars. She picked up teh documents and sealed them back in the envelope from where she seized the documenst in the Richards mansion. She threw the envelope aside and laid on the bed. She sniffed the bedsheet like a dog smelling Alan's sent through it.

Both Aino and Minerva, who were outside the door, were stunned. Immediately after that, they heard Ruth saying very reluctantly, "I understand." Both Aino and Minerva then entered the main hall one after another. The main hall was packed with people and they were all the members of the Poole family. Ruth was a little uncomfortable sitting among them. "Ruth?" Minerva called out. Immediately after that, Aino called out. "Aunt Ruth, Aunt Jane, we're here!"