The Other Novels & Stories

Chloe said. "Sorry, but I will make it up to you when we see again" Ava said and ran to the payment section with it. "Who is she?" Chelsea asked. "I don’t know her, I’ve never met her before, but she has an annoying character like Damies" "Who’s Damies?" "That’s stupid Damien Walter" "Ah, Damies? You even abbreviated his name" Chelsea said smiling, but when Chloe shot her a glare she stopped smiling. "I will just go to another grocery store to get my dad his pineapple"

I recorded the first chapter of this audio book today... And will continue to record until I'm able to finish the book... Here's the link... https://anchor.fm/life-with-keitheen/episodes/The-Other-Alpha-e16hd55 You can also check me in spotify just search for Life with Keitheen I am currently on the process of moving house, so please bear with me if I do not upload chapters for now, but don't worry once I'm done moving out. I will upload all the episode I written on my note...

Kiel says and winks at me. "Enemy? Shall we go to get rid of one another tomorrow?" I ask, clueless. "Exactly. Just a friendly game, so don't worry dear. We won't beat you, anyway. " Mekeni reply and she laugh with Kiel. "Oh. I see. Yeah." I say. "Okay, good luck to us for tomorrow," Nathalia says, dismissing the topic and they leave our sights. "Argh! They are really good at pretending to be good." Sammy mumble.

* The words felt heavy, like stones in her chest, each one sinking deeper as she thought of their life their cozy mornings, their laughter, their dreams of babies. Just four months ago, they’d stood at the altar, promising forever. Now, forever felt like it was slipping through her fingers. Nate drove fast, his knuckles white on the wheel, his jaw tight. “He’s gonna be okay, Elle,” he said, his voice rough but steady, like he was trying to convince himself too. “Jack’s tough. He’s a fighter.” His eyes, so like Jack’s, flicked to her, offering a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

“Just ignore what they said OKAY?” “Sure, no worries hehe” Wayne replied. “Where are going? Can you answer it now?” she asked. Wayne gave exciting smile, he pulled from his pockets and grabbed on something, he revealed a piece of card, “Sollumn?” April read it aloud but she didn’t understand what it meant.

Leah’s chest tightened at the thought, but she shook her head, her voice soft but full of pain, “He just wanted someone better.” “Someone better?” Melanie interjected, her voice a mix of disbelief and confusion. “Who the hell could be better than you? Who could be better than the first daughter and heir of the Grant family?”

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

Holding that crisp white paper, I finally felt at ease. I returned to the place that was once our home and opened the walk-in closet. I stuffed every single one of Vincent's designer suits and limited-edition sneakers into black trash bags, leaving nothing behind. His trophies, his certificates of honor, and every trace of his existence were packed away by me into one heavy parcel after another.