The Woman Who Was Kept On A Shelf Novels & Stories

“That old thing? It’s my mum’s. Why?” The woman’s expression shifted, shock flickering across her face. “That calf it’s exactly like the one in Lancaster’s mansion.” Aria froze. “What?” “I worked there years ago,” the woman said quietly. “As a maid. I got fired by his wife Selene. But I’d never forget that golden calf. He kept it in the main living room. It looked just like this.” Aria stepped closer. “How do you know so much? What else do you remember?”

She could faintly hear her shoes’ heels tapping against the floor as she walked through the hall. Right at the very end of the room is a gray door and there are three numbers written on it. One of those was her room number, she pursed her lips into a thin line and walked straight towards it. However, as she was striding, the door at the left suddenly swung open and what came out was a woman who looked like she was drilled to death with how unkempt her hair and attire were. Her under eyes looked terrible as a man came out after her, holding a bimbo-looking girl clinging on to him like a goddamned monkey.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

"Lovely pieces you have here. I couldn't help but overhear some rumors about a figure known as the Keeper of Secrets. Do you happen to know anything about them?" The old woman's expression tightened, and she glanced around nervously before leaning in closer to me. "You'd be wise not to ask about such things, my dear. The Keeper is dangerous, and those who meddle in their affairs often disappear without a trace." Their attention was caught short when a group of men with four finger paint marks on their face seemed to be dragging a woman out of her small shop and pushing her to the floor with a loud thud. My heart raced as I witnessed the distressing scene unfolding before her. She exchanged a

She followed the source of the noise and walked a few steps forward. Through the door's tiny gap, she saw a man and woman tangled in each other's arms. The man was dressed neatly as he sat on top of a shelf. The woman's long, blond hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her shirt was loose and would occasionally slip off her body in the slightest movement.

“W… what are you doing…” “Teaching the help some manners,” she spat, turning her gaze to one of the guards. “Take Eleanor to the basement and remind her who's her boss.” Eleanor fell to her knees, tears spilling down her cheeks as she begged frantically. “Please! Madame Voss. Have mercy!” Two guards shoved me aside, causing me to lose my balance as I fell to the floor. They grabbed Eleanor’s arms and dragged towards the opposite side. Her terrified screams echoed down the hall as she thrashed her legs, wriggling herself to tear away from their grip.

“We’re here.” We were standing in front of a door. She smiled at me before opening the door then stepped in and motioned for us to walk in. I slowly did and realized we were in some sort of storage room filled with boxes and wooden shelves. I looked ahead and saw something that looked like a covered mannequin. She approached it. “This is an archived dress.” She pulled the sheets off. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands in awe.

Curious and slightly wary, and entirely unaware that the woman standing ten feet away from her had once counted her fingers in a hospital room and memorised every one. "Mama," Luna said softly. She was looking at Isabella. I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart. Isabella held her closer and turned away without looking at me again, and Elias followed, and the man by the laptop pulled the drive and pocketed it, and within two minutes the warehouse was emptying of everyone except me and the still, silent figure in the wheelchair by the far wall. The door closed. I stood completely motionless until I heard the cars outside start and pull away.

I have to admit, the execution was flawless." Eva laughed softly, a cold sound without warmth. "Flawless indeed. Locked in a dark room with no hope of escape. She won't be able to reveal her precious truth to Clyde or Richard. As far as they're concerned, she's just a nobody. Sharon raised her glass in a mock toast. "Precisely. We have to keep her there for as long as we need. Let sleep never find her. Let her rot in that place until she forgets even her own name."

Is there something she wants? I walked straight up and turned left. There is a hidden passage just behind the bookshelves. Jonea probably didn't notice. But, there are differences between the shelves. "Eve… Evangelista! Where are you?" I shouted for the shop owner. After I shouted, I heard a vibration on the bookshelf before me. The bookshelf opened, and a woman appeared who, if in the human world, would look the same age as me. "Huh? Daran? Daran Carver? Is it really you?"