Tiny Room Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

It was when the officiant took his name Serena knew she was getting married to a replaced groom whom she never met before. "You lied to me! I'm someone else's wife, you…", as soon as Denzel heard her saying it blood rushed to his veins. Squeezing her cheeks he looked into her eyes angrily,"Since the moment we got married you belong to me, you are mine so don't ever say that again if you don't want this night to be our first night!" Denzel Anderson, a cold-blooded mafia. He chose to marry her for his plan but when he was going to let go, he caged her in his own cave. She became his possession, his obsession and the reason for his death but he never intended to let her go even if he was to die.

Alliyah Agustin thought her life was finally falling into place. She was about to marry her long-time boyfriend, Chester — the man she’d built her dreams around, the man everyone envied her for. The venue gleamed with gold, the air smelled of white roses, and her so-called best friend, Kassandrah, stood by her side as maid of honor. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t. When the ceremony began, Chester was nowhere to be found. In his place stood a stranger — dark suit, darker eyes, a smirk that didn’t belong anywhere near an altar. The crowd murmured, the priest hesitated, and before she could even process what was happening, the papers were signed. She had just married Alexander Nicholas Astley, one of the most powerful billionaires in the country — and the most feared man in the underground world. What Alliyah didn’t know was that her “perfect” fiancé and “trusted” friend had sold her — a deal made to clear a debt, sealed with her hand in marriage. And in the dangerous world she was dragged into, her survival would depend on one impossible question: Was Alexander her captor… or her savior?

‎At nineteen, desperation drove Leah Carter, a vulnerable young woman with nothing left to lose, into the arms of a stranger, and into a one-night stand that would change her life forever. That single choice saved her grandmother’s life, but at an unbearable cost. She stole a priceless family crest and disappeared. ‎ ‎Six years later, Leah is a single mother living to protect her secret child at all costs, even if it means carrying her guilt forever. ‎ ‎Damien Thorne is a billionaire heir haunted by a deadly fire he didn’t start. Trapped in a vicious power struggle for his family’s empire, he trusts no one, especially the people closest to him. ‎ ‎His stepmother is determined to steal control of the Thorne empire for her son, Julian, whose goal is simple: to ruin Damien and run the Thorne Group into the ground, driven by lifelong hatred and resentment. ‎ ‎When fate forces Leah and Damien into close proximity, sparks ignite into a volatile enemies-to-lovers attraction neither can deny. Old wounds reopen as Leah is drawn into the fight for the Thorne legacy, where the stolen crest holds the key to everything. ‎ ‎As Damien fights to protect his position and the empire, Leah becomes both his risk and his refuge. But the truth about the past, and the child between them, could destroy what they’re building before it has a chance to survive.

After my world came crashing down - read between the lines, lost my job, my land lord threw me out, my purse was stolen...- I accepted my best friends idea.To move in with her brother.Cliche right?Let me tell you.It gets worse.We hated each other since like...Forever?But suddenly there is this other side of me that finds his good qualities he always managed to hide.Days pass but attraction grows stronger.now should I fight the chemistry or surrender myself to playboy enemy? ********I don't want her in my home.She hates me since the day we met.But what other choice do I have since my sister allowed her to use her bedroom while she gets back on her feet.But as much as I try to keep my distance from her, I can't.There is something about this girl that pulls me closer.The more she fights our chemistry, the more I want to show her how good we can be.Will she be able to change a well known playboy, or will our chemistry burn to dust?

On the day I was supposed to swap marriages with my sister, Sylvia Hayes, I chose to be a battalion commander's wife instead. Then, watching Sylvia wither away from late-stage stomach cancer until she was nothing but skin and bones, a few strange lines suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Great news! The heroine is about to be reborn!] [What a joke. What good is being an officer's wife? That scumbag will take his mistress to live on base with him, leaving her to starve in that old house!] [After she's reborn, she should pick Miles Williams, the steel factory director! He secretly kept her photo and loved her his whole life!] Miles, the husband Sylvia used to mock as 'nothing but a money-grubbing brute,' was holding a tin cup, trying to give her water. Sylvia suddenly grabbed his wrist, her bulging eyes boring into me. "Laura Hayes...you had food saved up. Why wouldn't you help me?!" She died with her finger pointed at me. Miles' jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles in his cheeks bulged, and then he suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his hands around my throat. When I opened my eyes again, the room's blackened mud walls were hung with an old, faded calendar.

A video of my boyfriend proposing to his secretary makes it to the trending topics. Everyone squeals over how romantic and touching it is. His secretary even posts on social media, "I've waited so long for you to appear, and I'm glad I didn't give up. I'll leave my life in your hands, Mr. Emerson." One of the comments goes, "God, this is so sweet. A CEO and his secretary—I ship them!" I don't weep or cause a fuss. Instead, I close the webpage and ask my boyfriend for an explanation. That's when I hear him talking to his friends. "I didn't have a choice. She would've been forced to marry someone she doesn't love if I didn't help her." "What about Vicky? She's your actual girlfriend. Aren't you afraid of her getting mad?" "So what if she is? She's been with me for seven years—she can't live without me." Later, I have my wedding on the same day as his. Our cars drive past each other, and I exchange bouquets with his secretary. When he sees me, he breaks down.

Before the wedding, my fiancé disappeared while camping with friends. I searched for him for an entire month, nearly losing my mind. But on Valentine's Day, a week before our wedding, I saw him at a romantic restaurant, hugging and kissing his childhood sweetheart. Jayden Corrick held the woman in his arms and said softly, "If this goes on, I don't even want to go back and marry Leah." Sophie Muller asked if he regretted disappearing—if he truly didn't plan on going back. He hesitated for a moment. "No regrets. Let's stay one more week. Our parents will cover for us anyway. When she's completely driven mad with worry, I'll show up again." I stood hidden among the crowd, watching their closeness, and gave a bitter smile. The next moment, I called home. "Don't bother looking for Jayden anymore. I'm never marrying him."

Working in the Sex Industry isn't always what it's cut out to be. Some find love, like to cause chaos and others just simply try to get away with murder. = Six lives, one book and an endless rollercoaster of fun! = --- Amar lowers our hands, removing the gun from my grasp and he waits for Vanko to re-enter the room, passing him the murder weapon to dispose of. I feel Amar turn away from me and I turn to face him, wrapping my hand around his arm. When he comes to a halt and looks down at my hand, "What now?" I ask him. "You are free to leave." He says as he elevates his gaze to mine, staring me directly in the eyes.

After dating Asher Bennett for ten years, he finally proposes to me. He puts a blindfold on me, claiming that he wants to give me a surprise. But the moment I step into the room, I feel a bucket of cold water being splashed onto me. "When are you going to wake up from your fantasies, Claire Sutton? Why would I even marry you in the first place?" With trembling hands, I take off the blindfold, only to see Asher sitting on the couch while drinking some alcohol languidly. "See? I told you she'd come! Whoever's the loser of this bet, you'd better pay for the drinks!" Upon noticing my silence, Asher says mockingly, "Hey, Claire! You're not getting any younger, you know! So, you might as well just marry some random dude at this point to avoid growing old all by your lonesome!" The moment his words fall, his friends all laugh at me while looking at me in disdain. But when I follow Asher's instructions and marry another man, why is it that he regrets letting me go?

Alex doesn’t do complications, especially not the kind that come with a smoking hot, cocky, openly bi roommate who sleeps shirtless and looks like temptation personified. He’s straight and he has a girlfriend and sharing a dorm room with Seth Carter was never supposed to mean sharing anything else. But when one drunken mistake turns into an unforgettable night, the boundaries blur fast. Now Alex can’t stop thinking about the way Seth looks at him or the way he felt when Seth touched him like no one else ever has. Seth isn’t asking Alex to figure it all out. But he’s not about to play dirty little secret, either. And the more Alex tries to run from the truth, the more it hunts him down.