Those Words

It only takes five words to drag me back to the desolate dry land of Afghanistan. Five simple words and I'm seeing the blast of gunfire behind my head. Five words and I see her drop right in front of my eyes. Five words causes me to lose myself and revert back into the soldier they made me. Five words."Thank you for your service."Nightmare Warrior's MC is created by D.S. Tossell, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"I'll do whatever you want, I'll marry you if you promise to help my husband" " Help him pay off his loans so he can live a good life" Those were my words, as I divorced my one true love, I broke his heart , I stood before him, spunning lies, of how I couldn't stay, that my heart belonged to another, and he was nothing to me. He wouldn't let me go, if I didn't take it on me to hurt him with those words. I did it all for him. I married someone else but for his sake. It was a deal, a contract, and I had to give in just for his sake. Years later, he returns, Now the town's most successful billonaire, he isn't the same man I know, he desires revenge and he's back as my new neighbor. Doing everything to get my attention. He wants to break me, he wants to hurt me. If only he knew the real reason why I left. If he knew about the contract, the secrets, the deal. He doesn't care about my marriage status. He's desperate, as his eyes searches mine, his hands holding me in place possessively. "Why did you leave me?

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

Staring at the guy who just left the world for me didn't seem right to me; something was breaking in me I did not know what but something was there... breaking into tiny pieces; shattering maybe. " A-as-ash... " I called his name but he did not answer; his closed eyes are scaring me but the chill is scaring me for the first time... the chills I was familiar with scare me at this moment. " Maya, " I could not hold back the tears when I heard his voice; crawling away from him, my body shivering from the strong sense of cold terror that filled in my bones. I killed him " R-ro-Roy, " I breathed out but did not feel my breath back. " he has to die, Maya, he has to die, " those words did not seem right but these are maybe true. or maybe not " 3 hours, Maya... 3 hours, " that was what I am left with 3 hours. .

When I was younger, I loved to dress in pink colors and high heels. I was born as a man, but I always felt like a woman. And after many nights of thinking, I decided to tell Logan, my crush and best friend, my secret. I poured my heart out; I even confessed that I'm in love with him—big mistake. He laughed into my face and said it was disgusting to see me wearing a dress. According to him, I would never be a real woman. Those words broke me, and years later, even after I've gone through with my operation, my self-confidence is still in pieces. Logan broke me, and when fate puts him back into my life, I only have one goal in mind—revenge. He is the unknowing CEO, chasing the woman he can no longer recognize, and I will break his heart this time.

Toxic. Suffocating. Crazy. Those are just some of the many words that people use to describe Klaire Owen, an A-Class Hollywood actress famous for her many scandals and crazy ex-girlfriend behavior. For the past two years, she has been in a relationship with Casey Miller, the son of a multi-millionaire businessman, who even recently proposed to her. The problem is that even though Casey loves Klaire, her extremely possessive personality is enough to drive him away as it almost has in the past. Wanting to save the relationship before it's too late, he goes to Ava Maddison, a world-renowned couples therapist who has healed some of the most broken and lost relationships. But what he didn't expect was to see even more faults in Klaire and his relationship, the longer they received council from Ava. He also didn't expect to make it all the way to the wedding but more importantly what he did the night before.

“You can reject me all you want, Destiny… but I will never let you go.” Those were the words that turned my rejection into a prison sentence. I gave my heart, my loyalty, and my life to Alpha Coren Silver. I stood by him through war, prayed for his return, and waited for the mate I loved to come home. But when he finally did, he came back with another woman on his arm… and his child in her womb. When I finally found the strength to reject him, he didn’t accept it. But Destiny, my name and my truth, does not bow easily. No matter what chains he places on me, I’ve promised myself one thing: I will reclaim my life… even if the Alpha who owns my heart and body won’t let me go until I remember exactly who I belong to.

“You are going to be my wife because of the agreement that your parents and my uncle Jack arranged. You can keep running your café business and I can make my uncle happy. It is a win-win situation for the both of us. Nothing's going to change really, you can do whatever you want and of course same goes with me. However, you are going to carry my surname. I won’t do anything to embarrass you and I expect that you will do the same.” I felt a knife stab my heart after saying those words, but it stung more when Lucy said “Of course, I completely understand. I know my role and I know my place. I may not be as rich as you are nor have the stage that you are on, but I am absolutely capable. Do not underestimate me Mr. Lowell or shall I say my future husband.”

“I don’t want it. Get rid of it.” Those were the words Callahan Fitzgerald said about his own child, right after Orana told him the other baby had survived the miscarriage. She didn’t want to trap him. She only wanted him to know he was going to be a father. But when she realizes it will never be enough, Orana disappears. Taking his heir with her, she vanishes without a trace, vowing never to return. Until fate puts them in the same room again. But everything has changed. She’s not the woman chasing him anymore. She’s the one he can’t have. And now? He wants her back. Even if it means burning down everything in his path, including the woman he once chose over her. But the question is… Will groveling be enough to win her back? Or will he try to claim her again, like she always belonged to him?

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*