Tanjiro Mom Name Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING!!! YOUR MORALS WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS BOOK!!! This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manip-ulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways. Be guided. *** Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed. He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared. After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters. She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him. But the past never forgets. Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door. Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously re-placed. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her. Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail. No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER. Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his. How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most ter-rifying way? A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his? HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have. *** If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

My mother hated me, to the point that she wished I were dead. I knew I deserved to die. Sixteen years ago, if I hadn’t insisted on going out, my brother wouldn’t have died while trying to save me. Eventually, both of us got what we wished for. I got brain cancer. She had become a stranger to me as I forgot everything and went to die in blissful ignorance. Then, she went mad.

My wife, Emma Davies, and I have held our wedding and stayed together for five years. However, we still have not registered our marriage. Every time we plan to do it, her colleague, Keegan Estrada, somehow causes trouble. The first time, he cannot handle a document, so she eagerly stays at the company to help him. The second time, he has a fever. She hangs up and leaves without hesitation. The third time, he is undergoing his performance evaluation. She gets so anxious that she leaves me waiting at the City Hall for an entire day. This happens 15 times in total. Every time we are about to register our marriage, Keegan will always have something going on that disrupts it. I finally understand. I do not want to waste my time on Emma anymore. But when I walk away for real, she chases after me desperately to the point that she even disregards her own life.

After Vanessa moved into the estate, Mommy stopped fighting with Daddy. Her wolf was getting weaker. I think Mommy was going to the moon. Grandma had left me that way too. Daddy saw us in the hall, his face dark. His voice came out flat. “Fiona, you don't want Serena growing up in a broken home, do you?” Mommy didn't cry and shout at him the way she used to. She just held me, her voice soft. “Wire me a hundred million and I'll stay out of your way.” Daddy froze for a second. Then he transferred the money. After that, Daddy slept in Vanessa's room most nights, and Mommy kept asking him for more. She got so thin, and she wouldn't eat. She took my hand and brought me to a dozen different offices and made me sign papers. She said she was leaving everything to me. I buried my face in her chest. “Mommy, if you're tired, go find Grandma. I'll be good.”

My wife, Jana Webster, uses her work at the company as an excuse to skip out on Leah Haynes, our daughter's field day. She even tells us not to participate in the activity. Having noticed how disappointed Leah looks, I decide to take her to the field day myself. As soon as we walk into the school, I spot Jana sitting on the couch located on the stage with her first love, Barton Ritter, as well as his son, Trenton Ritter. They look so close, as though they were an actual family of three. With a microphone in her hand, Jana goes on and on about how she's capable of keeping her family happy while maintaining a successful career. As she speaks, she smiles at Barton from time to time. The audience beneath the stage applauds heartily, giving Jana an ego boost. Even Trenton wears a haughty look. Soon, it's time for the Q&A session. I quickly snatch the microphone over. "Ms. Webster, since when do you have a son? Does your husband know about it?"

After three years of marriage, Athena believed she had a happy life, until the night she caught her husband in bed with the one person she trusted the most. Her sister. Humiliated and betrayed, Athena signs the divorce papers and walks away with nothing but her shattered pride. But fate has other plans. Just when everyone thinks she has been discarded, a shocking proposal changes everything. The man standing before her is powerful, cold, and completely unexpected, her ex-husband’s father. Their marriage begins as a contract, a simple arrangement meant to protect her dignity and teach his disgraceful son a lesson. But the moment Athena steps into that mansion as the new Mrs. Whitmore, the rules change. Her ex-husband must now bow his head and call the woman he betrayed Mother. Her sister, who once mocked her, is forced to watch as Athena rises to the most powerful position in the family. What started as revenge soon turns into something far more dangerous. Because the man she married to settle a score is no longer pretending. And neither is she. What Athena doesn’t know yet is that she didn’t leave her old life completely behind. A secret is already growing inside her… one that belongs to the man who betrayed her.

"Lisbeth, you'd better agree to this divorce quickly! Otherwise, I'll make these photos public and let all your fans see how their beloved star with millions of followers was once molested by an old man!" "What?" Lisbeth Whitaker looked up in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing. This was her husband of five years, who had cheated on her with the female caregiver she'd hired to look after him. Now he was resorting to blackmail to force her into a divorce so he could make room for his mistress!

When I was three years old, during a car accident, I was struck in the head by a car while trying to protect Mom. After that, the doctors said something inside my head had broken, and I'd never be quite right. Everyone back home called me the slow one. Late at night, I'd see her crying alone. On my seventh birthday, Mom took me to Manhattan, and that was when I discovered that she had a second home and another daughter, Charlotte. In front of strangers, she wouldn't claim me. She only let me call her Miss Eleanor. On the third night, She sat down at her vanity. On the table was a small black box. I thought it was a present. She opened the box and took out a black silicone bracelet, with a little light embedded in the clasp—small, dark, switched off. "This is called a TruthBand. It's something a company in California makes. The light turns green when you tell the truth, and red when you lie. If you wear this, Mommy will always know." She fastened it around my wrist. Tight. The little light blinked green. I thought that if I was good enough, she would love me the way she loved my sister. But then she made me do ski practice with Charlotte. Charlotte was a junior champion. "You're both my daughters. I don't play favorites. Whoever falls, gets punished." Charlotte never fell. I couldn't even keep my skis straight. Every single run, I was the one Mama dragged off the mountain and locked in the cellar. On Thanksgiving Day, Mama spent the whole afternoon cooking. I wanted to help. I dropped a bowl. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were red. She grabbed a little pill bottle off the counter, tipped my chin up, and forced something between my teeth. "Dumb as a rat. Are you happy now? Did you finally embarrass me enough? " I lay on the kitchen floor, gasping. While she wasn't looking, I scraped up three little pink pellets that had spilled and tucked them into my fist. Mommy, I told myself, I'll be good now, and then you'll be happy. Right?

I never expected to fall for the man I swore to destroy. It started with a headline. A photo. A diamond ring on my mother’s finger. And the man beside her? Philip Davenport… A cold CEO, powerful and dangerously untouchable. He took what he wanted. Now he had my mother. I was supposed to hate him. Instead, I made a plan: get close, make him crave me, and bring my Mom back to my Dad. Simple. But nothing prepared me for the way he looked at me… like I was the only woman who mattered. His touch burned. His presence consumed. And suddenly, I wasn’t the one in control anymore. Now I’m trapped in a web of forbidden desire and deadly secrets. My mother trusts me. My boyfriend loves me. And the man I planned to ruin has become the one I can’t resist. Worse still? His twin brother Ethan…wild, reckless, and just as addictive — is watching me too closely. I wanted revenge. What I got was obsession. And in this dangerous game of seduction and betrayal… I might lose everything.

Alice is happily married and enjoying life in her little bubble, until one day she stumbles across messages to her husband she was not meant to see. With three children and a divorce under her belt, will she ever find love again?