The Silent Corner

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes. "This is your original punishment, darling." And he won't refrain himself any more. Warning: Story might contain sexual content which might be unsuitable for some young readers. Read at your own risk because this author's work can be really addictive and you might get an unhealthy obsession with her written characters.

Grandpa died, and we immediately went for each other's throats over the inheritance. Then a blizzard hit, trapping us all in the family estate. An app appeared on our phones: [THE LAST ZOMBIE: FINAL RECKONING]. We had to pick a hiding spot. The last one standing—the last human standing—would inherit everything. I chose the dark, silent recording studio in the basement. Away from them all. When it was time to pick special powers, my family chose powerful weapons or pocket dimensions full of supplies. I chose Bio-Stasis. It slowed my cells to a crawl, and my body along with them. My stepbrother's fiancée, Chloe, called me an idiot. "Hiding from your family and picking a useless power? You're on a suicide mission." They threw a zombie-slaying party upstairs, already celebrating an inheritance they hadn't even won. Until, one by one, they turned. And started tearing each other apart. What they didn't know... was that I'd rigged the game from the start. The only way to win was to stay completely silent.

“Are you enjoying it? This was supposed to be punishment, Evelyn,” the Alpha King sneered coldly as he thrusted into me. “It seemed my brother never satisfied you. Maybe he’s impotent. He didn't even mark you before he died, did he?” I clamped a hand over my mouth, biting down on my lower lip to stifle the shameful sounds threatening to escape. But when I stayed silent, his movement grew harsher. He pinned my arms, yanked my hair, and bit hard into my shoulder. “I told you not to suppress your sounds,” he growled. I cried out. *** Evelyn’s world shattered the day her husband—the crown prince—was killed. Stripped of her title and pride, she was forced to serve the new Alpha King: her late husband’s half-brother and the usurper of the throne. By day, she was his maid. By night, his obedient pet. Their bond was meant to be filled with bitterness, pain, and resentment. But fate had other plans. The Moon Goddess bound them with something neither of them could escape… nor deny.

Viviana Bellini was a free spirit who loved unconditionally and thought she had found her prince charming who was a mafia until he slept with her supposed best friend and cast her away, now that she is betrayed she swears to return and get her revenge but on reaching her home, she finds out that she had been arranged to a cold mafia don. But instead of staying in the house like the good wife her father wanted her to be, Viviana decided to go into the wild. Raffaele Conte was a man who was cold, calm and a silent assassin who could get blood on his face without even batting an eyelash, he never smiled and he never cried, people called him the cold sculpture until he met Viviana who seemed to show him another color that is not black. But Viviana is not all that meets the eyes and Raffaele has his own secrets. Would these two people navigate into a love unquenchable when the secret is revealed? Or will their various quests tear them apart and make them enemies?

By our sixth year of marriage, Derrick hadn't touched me in three months. Said he was swamped at work. Always tired. After everything, I still believed him. Then on my birthday, I caught his friend talking in Garmenian—a language Derrick didn't think I understood. "You cut off the side piece yet? You were with her nonstop. Surprised you didn't drop dead. Your wife cool with that?" Derrick let out a smoke ring. "Haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not over her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll have the baby overseas." My hands curled into fists. Silent tears streamed down my face. He glanced over, nervous. "What's wrong?" I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched." It was sweet—but when you understand Garmenian, all you taste is betrayal.

Evermore had been abused and shunned by her family ever since she was born, she was her mothers mistake that needed to pay for everything her birth father put her mother through. This leading her to not utter a single word in years. When you’re living the type of life that Evermore was, you are done praying for a miracle or waiting for some knight in shining armour to come to your rescue. That was until a mysterious man visited her little town, on a stroke of luck Evermore was allowed to leave her attic for one day, where she and this mysterious man lock eyes. He whisks her away from her sad life and into his very glamorous but odd world, one that Evermore was forced to learn the truth of. Fear, love and enemies from the past consume her new life, leaving Evermore wondering what life she preferred. Will she ever let down her walls and allow her new mate to protect her? Or will she always be trapped in her silent dark world. Read on to find out.

Everyone called it a tragic accident. But I remember the smoke. The screams. The betrayal. I woke up in a stranger's mansion, reborn, and bound to a scarred, silent man with secrets darker than my past. The mysterious, disabled trillionaire who shouldn't care whether I live or die... And yet, he offers me everything I need to burn my enemies to the ground. There's just one condition: I must play the role of his bride. Fake vows. Real power. And a blood pact neither of us can break. But the deeper I spiral into Tobias's world, the more I question who's using who. Because beneath his cold mask lies something broken-something I might understand far too well. They think I'm weak. That I'll disappear again. They have no idea- "I'm going to kill them all." ****** HELLO! SO THIS BOOK WOULD BE ON HOLD FOR A WHILE—I CAN'T SAY UNTIL WHEN. I'VE BEEN HAVING ISSUES WITH WRITING THIS, SO I THINK IT'S TIME TO TAKE SOME TIME OFF AND FOCUS ON MY OTHER PROJECTS WHILE WORKING ON IT. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING.

A quick and easy trip. That's all the peace treaty mission was supposed to be. Sebastian knew better than to think it would go easily, not with his best friend at the helm of the mission. And for the first time in Sebastian's life, he is finding himself at odds with the man he is there to protect. And the main reason? The insanely pretty little thief who he is struggling to keep his eyes off of. Even if he has convinced himself it's because he doesn't trust her. Wren has spent her life searching for a way to free her mother from Alpha Alden's slavery and she finally has the answer— War. When a neighboring pack comes looking for peace Wren finds the opportunity to finally start the war she has been searching for. What she didn't expect to find was an attractive Alpha's son and his silent brooding muscle man who won't take his eyes off of her. And she isn't all that sure she wants him to… Plans go awry and mistakes are made but can love really conquer all, or is it merely a weapon to be used against them?

As the daughter of the Silvermane Pack's strongest Alpha, I was born with two enviable protectors. My brother, Adrian, couldn't bear to see me get a single scratch, and my mate, Liam, couldn't stand to see me shed a single tear. But at my transformation ceremony, Iris, an exile's daughter, stole the Moon Goddess Potion that was meant for me. She shifted first, becoming a rare, pure white wolf and capturing the awe of the entire pack. I only confronted her about it, yet my brother handed me over to enemy rogues as a bargaining chip for a truce. And my mate used wolfsbane to block my transformation, stealing my last chance to fight back. With their silent consent, I was tortured by my enemies until death was a mercy. Before I died, one of the rogues gloated, "So what if your father exiled me? My daughter, Iris, will soon be their Luna. The entire Silvermane Pack will be mine!" I died, consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day of my transformation ceremony. Eyeing the preening white wolf before me, I sneered. "Guards! Shave all her fur!"