Novel & Cerita The Red Pyramid Plot

I'm at a job interview at a major company. One of the interviewers is my father, Edgar Booker, whom I haven't seen in ten years. He wears a sharp suit and carries himself with an imposing presence. When he sweeps his indifferent gaze over me, he pauses for a rare moment. After the interview ends, the HR manager, Jesse Dorsey, pulls me aside. "You're Mr. Booker's son, right? He says you can start next week." I smile faintly and slowly tear up the offer letter. "No, thanks. I don't want to work with a murderer."

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.” I was confused by this remark. Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since. As we stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house. My husband and my adopted son were inside celebrating the birthday of the owner of the manor. The Grandma Cecil my grandson referred to was the childhood sweetheart of my husband, Cecil Houston, who was married off far away a long time ago. She remained as beautiful as she once was and was snuggled in my husband’s arms, surrounded by my children. I have dedicated myself to the Blightwells for two decades. This entire time, Cade has taken my commitment as nothing but a joke. When I was reincarnated, I found myself on the wedding day. I listened to the clamoring noises and lifted the veil to see the commotion. It was time to start over.

At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for Cynthia!" he said coquettishly. Simon had replied dotingly, "Of course! But you must remember to never tell Mommy that I'm not hurt. Only when she's filled with guilt will she love us forever." It turns out that my husband is faking his injury, while my son is faking being poisoned. They've played me like a fiddle the whole time. I, on the other hand, have to risk my life time and again to earn money just to treat their imaginary illness and wounds. To think that all of my earnings are used on pleasing another she-wolf… I raise my head, soon meeting Cynthia's confident gaze. "Okay. You can have him."

​"Hello? Who's this?" I greeted. ​"Damn, Vareen. I'm jealous." I can clearly hear Jayce's voice. I can also hear him moaning. Wait... what is he doing? ​"You guys didn't even invite me and Oliver. You're going to be in big trouble when I get there. You'll probably scream my name loudly and you'll beg me to not stop doing my thing." — ​In a city where Vareen's restaurant, Carmelita's, is the talk of the town, her personal life is about to get even spicier. A chance encounter with two magnetic friends, Jayce and Oliver, sparks a whirlwind romance that challenges everything she thought she knew about love.

They told me to get close to him. To make him trust me. To destroy him. The envelope landed like a stone dropped into still water. Inside: a photograph of a man who could buy my soul. A note that said, Seduce him. Destroy him. Or your mother dies. My mother is dying. The cancer is a thief in the night, stealing her breath one shallow gasp at a time. Twelve million dollars stands between her and a cure. I have twelve dollars in my pocket and a hunger that has nothing to do with food. So when Evelyn Cole – the spider in a gray suit offers me a deal, I say yes. Liam Cole is cold, untouchable, devastatingly beautiful. CEO of Crestwood Capital. Heir to a fortune built on bones and buried secrets. He does not smile. He does not explain. When he walks into a room, the air learns to hold its breath. He is my target, my enemy and my ruin. But when he closes his office door, he does not fire me. He slides a photograph across his glass desk – me, taking the job, caught in a camera's unblinking eye. And he whispers, "I have known since before you walked through my door." Now I am trapped between two hunters. Evelyn wants the file that could burn her empire to ash. She has my mother – a hostage wrapped in hospital sheets. Liam wants me to stay, to play the part, to feed Evelyn lies while he hunts the people who murdered his father.

Alpha Cassian is infamous. Infamous for surviving even after his mate died. Infamous for ruthlessly hunting and killing his enemies. Infamous for his hatred towards the rogues. The predator. That's what we call him. We lived in fear because of him. He made my life hell even though I never met him once. No rogue has ever escaped after meeting him. My father taught me to stay away from his pack and I did. I never went closer to him. But fate had other plans. I met the infamous predator. I had no choice but to join his pack and on my eighteenth birthday, I learned something that flipped my life upside down. The truth that terrified me. The truth that kept Alpha Cassian alive even after his mate died. It was me. I was the ruthless alpha's second chance mate. Yes, I was a prey mated to the predator.

I'm the type who has the urge to overshare my life with him. It can be anything, be it the flowers blooming by the side of the road, the unpleasant coffee I end up having, or the sunset I've seen when I'm on my way home from work. Heck, when I think of Edwin Howell all of a sudden, I can't resist texting him at all. His replies are always short and perfunctory, though I suppose they count as a form of response from him. Hence, over the past six months, I've relied on these cold-sounding yet present replies to give me enough strength to deal with the engagement party, go wedding gown shopping, and choose the wedding venue all by myself. Somehow, I've managed to hang in there till the week before the wedding. But five days before the wedding, I discover an AI program that's installed within Edwin's computer. It can categorize every single sentence that I've sent to Edwin and extract the keywords. Then, it'll draft the most perfunctory responses that will never go wrong. If I miss Edwin, the AI will reply, "Mm-hmm." If I feel aggrieved, the AI will reply, "Got it." When I try to vent my frustrations to Edwin, the AI will reply, "Don't make such a big deal out of it." It turns out that Edwin isn't the one who has been responding to my need to overshare. The thing is, he has been texting another woman nonstop in another private chat. They talk about anything and everything under the sun, from exchanging simple good mornings and good nights to asking, "What are you having for lunch today?" and "Do you wanna go to the beach someday?" Finally, I realize that Edwin isn't the silent type who keeps his love in. If anything, he's the flashy type who will proclaim his love anywhere, anytime. It's just that… his love has never been mine to have. As for me, I've finally made up my mind to stop spending my life waiting for a response that will never come.

Adam died in an accident after finding out his boyfriend was cheating on him and he was given another chance to live by changing a prince before he could annihilate everyone in his world. Desperate to go back to his family, he accepted the mission and he was thrown into the world of mythical creatures called Eldoria as a human slave. On the very first night, he was able to earn the incubus prince's interest by being immune to his power. He later finds out that the prince he's supposed to change is cursed of having two souls in one body, a werewolf and an incubus. He became closer to Waian, the wolf prince, and became a source of need for Leirom, the incubus. Of course Adam's luck just won't give him a break when they find out he's their mate. What Adam wasn't prepared for was his own feelings and realized he was in love with them. Will he change their fate and go back? Or will he choose to stay?

A fiercely independent and highly disciplined art student, known for her intense focus and guarded nature, is meticulously planning her final thesis exhibition – a project she sees as her only path to healing from a past betrayal that left her emotionally scarred. Her carefully constructed world is upended when a plumbing disaster in the dorms forces her into a temporary, shared apartment with the university's star rugby captain. He's a charismatic, powerful 'golden retriever' type, known for his easy charm and protective instincts, but also carries the weight of his own family's expectations. Initially, she views him as a loud, distracting presence, leading to clashes over shared space and differing lifestyles. However, the rugby captain is 'immediately obsessed' with her quiet intensity and the raw emotion in her art. He actively seeks to understand her, offering unwavering support and protection, especially when her past trauma threatens to derail her artistic process.

In a world where bloodlines define worth and females are banned from racing, seventeen-year-old Elionna “Leo” Reyes lives a double life. By day, she’s the daughter of a disgraced beta. By night, she’s the anonymous street legend known only as Shade Wolf, Redline’s fastest and most feared racer. But when the Trials return, Leo enters the elite competition to challenge more than the track. She wants justice, revenge… and freedom. Then she meets Ash Carver, the alpha heir, her fiercest rival, and the boy she unknowingly saved years ago. He’s next in line to become the Council’s weapon. But as buried truths and ancient bloodlines come to light, Leo and Ash find themselves at the center of a rebellion that could either shatter the system, or spark a revolution that rewrites everything.