The Castaway Novels & Stories

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

As The Head Maid disappeared into the smoke-filled corridor, Lyra's desperate cry echoed: "Please don't turn around. Save my baby!" Kai cries pierced the air as The Head Maid sprinted out of the storage room, Kai clutched tightly in her arms. The baby's wails gradually subsided as they emerged into the deserted corridor. The Head Maid's frantic gaze scanned the empty halls, searching for anyone to aid their escape. But silence greeted her. Just ahead, Oscar and Ethan stood, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames engulfing the storage room. Ethan's eyes sparkled with malice. "They burnt to death?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

Once he returned to the office, he could not stop recalling the scene of Alistair carrying Zara away. He was extremely agitated and suffocated. Just then, Belle brought him a document to sign. Without even looking at it, he signed the document. He did not even notice the look of triumph in Belle’s eyes. Walter felt hollow inside. He somehow powered through and stuck it out until the end of the workday. Just as he was about to head home, Belle grabbed his arm with a big smile. She said softly, “Walter, Scruffy is dead. I’m really upset. Can I stay at your place tonight?”

It was subtle, but I felt the shift immediately. A test. A reminder of who I was supposed to be. I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. "If by ‘run into,’ you mean she ran away with her tail between her legs—then yeah, I guess I did." Ava giggled, clearly satisfied. "Still pathetic, then?" My wolf growled in warning but I forced him down. "Still pathetic," I said smoothly, tossing my untouched beer into the fire. The flames swallowed it whole, hissing as it burned.

When we asked the welfare center staff about her son, they told us the child had long since run away. "Ran away? What do you mean?" Sophie stared in disbelief. "Petty theft, multiple incidents. After graduating from trade school, he didn’t continue studying. He started dating early. If you’re looking for him, he works at a hot dog stall in Rotterdam Street." When we arrived at the food street, we saw Liam Brooks sitting behind a small food stall playing games on his phone. In front of him stood a heavily pregnant woman working the griddle. There was also a three-year-old child at her feet. The sight stunned me. He was only eighteen, yet he already had a three-year-old kid? What kind of life

Leting out a sigh after fighting with my thoughts about the thing that I should do, I ended up calling him anyway Drawing out a mana circle at the back of a thick book, I let myself have a comfortable lay on my bed as I waited for the signal telling that he is finally there. Thankfully my room is always clean. I mean, compared to Emma's room… It is finely good. I can't position say that my room is cleaner than Rico since, that brat is a cleaning maniac. Soon, the mana circle then emitted light tellung that the person from the other side is already there. “Sup there” It was Cavian. The person with great knowledge. “What does it mean when a thing seems to perfectly fit something” “How bold of

But it seems wasteful to throw away what would be a lot of money on an expensive cab ride when I don’t have a job and have no idea when I’ll get one. Now my decision to find some out-of-the-way hiding place is proving not to be such a good idea after all. If being trapped here with a badly broken leg wasn’t bad enough, I’m having to rely on an omega who could turn my temporary entrapment into a permanent one at any moment.

Back when she stubbornly forced her way into mating Richard, her family finally caved with a cold warning that once she walked into the Roswell estate, she was dead to them and never to return. Right now, she was completely, utterly homeless. Catching the profound, drifting panic in Arabella's voice, Samuel’s dark eyes narrowed with fierce, predatory intensity, his inner beast shifting restlessly at the sound of her pain. "Niece-in-law, let me take you somewhere fun." An hour later, outside *The Mirage*. The elite private club flashed with dazzling, high-end lights that cut through the dark. Arabella stared up at the gold-embossed sign of *The Mirage*, a flicker of doubt crossing her face.

CHARLES It’s been over a month since Jessica and I got rescued from the island on which we were stranded on, and now, I’m beginning to realize that she is never going to reach out. My wounds, including the terrible one on my stomach, which had been operated on, are healing nicely. They’ll leave scars, but the scars will not be as horrible as I had first imagined. I’ve resumed work too, which is a huge relief because I was literally dying of boredom and restlessness doing nothing. Bianca has made herself a constant presence in my house, as she checks up on me at least every other day.

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.