Tombstones Messages นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When twenty-five-year-old Solyn Fairchild survives a brutal attack outside her apartment, the police call it a random mugging. Solyn knows better. The man who tried to strangle her whispered her full name, as if he had been waiting for her. Terrified and running out of places to hide, she reluctantly agrees to move into the safest home her father can think of. The home of Dr. Calian Winslow. Her father’s most trusted friend. A man Solyn barely remembers, yet cannot forget. Calian is everything her father swears by: brilliant, elegant, composed to the point of being unreadable. But behind the calm exterior lies a darkness Solyn senses before she even steps through his door. Calian feels nothing and fears nothing. A rare condition has kept his emotions frozen since childhood. Until Solyn moves in. She is the one thing his careful control cannot contain, the only person who makes his pulse rise and his cold veneer crack. As the stalker escalates, leaving messages that echo Calian’s own research, Solyn is pulled deeper into the shadows of his past. Every step she takes toward safety draws her closer to Calian’s dangerous orbit. Every stolen glance, every forbidden moment, every slip in his voice makes it harder to remember the rules that should keep them apart. Her father trusts him. Her attacker fears him. And Solyn is falling for the one man who could ruin everything. Because loving Calian Winslow might save her life or cost her everything she has left.

“Is this a…contract?” “It has everything you would need if you want to go on dates with me for the next couple of weeks. From the times you can call me to the days I would not be available to pick up calls or even respond to text messages no matter how urgent they are. There’s also a number of locations we can have our dates and another number of places I would never set foot in. Things you can talk about and things you should stay out of. There’s a detailed list of questions you can ask me there and an even more detailed list of things you should never mention. It’s not too much. All you need to do is go through it, sign the contract and we’re good to go. I’ll text you the dates and locations of our dates and have my driver come pick you up.” Emily was bewildered. “You’ve got to be joking.” ——- Emily Stark was given a choice- to either get married to a billionaire she had never met her entire life in place of her sister who had ran away in fear of getting married or somehow find a way to pay her parents’ debt of thirty million dollars in a day. She is immediately stuck at a crossroad but knows she has no choice but to succumb and get married. After all, it was just marriage? How much complicated could it be? Well, unless your husband to be is a cold ruthless billionaire who only cares about his work and has absolutely no interest in you. And to make it worse, thinks marriage is nothing but another business deal. A contract to be signed and simply gotten over with with time.

I had regressed ninety-nine times, and it all started because I brought home an injured man. Every time I came back, strange floating comments appeared in front of my eyes. I could also hear my baby brother's thoughts. The moment my brother saw Tristan Price, he screamed and refused to stop crying. "Send that man back! He's going to get our whole family killed!" I reached out hesitatingly toward Tristan, and the chat overlay flickered to life again. [The man lying in your bed is your future husband and the prince regent. He never forgets a kindness. Save him, and he will make you his princess consort. Your entire family will be protected and well provided for.] The first time, I followed my heart and did what the messages told me to do. I saved Tristan, and he used me as a human shield. The assassins hunting him found us, and my entire family was slaughtered. The second time, I listened to my brother instead and sent Tristan back where I found him. His men came to our door anyway, accused me of leaving him to die, and killed everyone. The third time, I found Tristan's closest aide before the assassins arrived and quietly handed Tristan over. Then Tristan went mad without warning and stabbed me himself. When my family tried to avenge me, they were killed too. I tried every approach I could think of to avoid my family's tragic fate, and every single one ended in failure. This time, I chose to wait for death. Then the comments appeared again, and something about them caught my eye.

Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring. Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding. That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride. "Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy. As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's no rush for us. We've got plenty of time. I promise I'll give you an even better wedding. Just help me out this time. It's not like I'm not going to marry you." He didn't know that I had revised the wedding plan hundreds of times, even counted and recounted the bouquets seven times. To me, it wasn't mere work—it was a dream I held for five long years. I didn't argue anymore, just quietly stepped aside. Later, I lay alone in a hospital bed, listening to the rain tapping against the window from outside. I counted each drop as the hours slipped through my fingers. Perhaps those who worked so hard to create happiness for others had lost the right to their own happiness.

Our third wedding anniversary was coming up, but my wife, a programmer at a major tech company, suddenly claimed she had to work overtime to meet deadlines. She said she couldn't go on the trip we'd planned. That very afternoon, however, her intern posted a video on social media. My wife—the same woman who normally wouldn't even open a door for fear of chipping her manicure—was holding a screwdriver, repairing an old flip phone. The caption read: [Having a programmer wife is the best. Even when Grandma's phone breaks, we don't need to pay for repairs.] I chuckled, liked the post, and commented: [Right up her alley.] Within minutes, the company group chat exploded. There were over ninety-nine unread messages speculating on when I'd finally snap. Not long after, my wife called. Her voice was ice-cold. "What was that comment supposed to mean? How is Shawn supposed to face anyone at work now? "His grandma's phone broke, so I fixed it. What's the problem? Your parents have always spoiled you. You can't possibly understand real hardship. "Delete the comment. I'll make it up to you over the New Year; we can take that trip then." The New Year? I'd already waited through two other major public holidays. I'd even taken special leave for this trip, and she still bailed. Now she was dangling empty promises again? I hung up on her. My leave ended around the same time as our divorce cooling-off period.

Tessa Smith was born into the perfect life—wealth, fame, and love. As the only child of a renowned business tycoon and his elegant housewife, her days were filled with luxury, private tutors, and the unwavering belief that she would someday inherit her father’s empire. Groomed to be graceful, admired by fans, and adored by the media, Tessa's world seemed idyllic—until it shattered in a single, tragic moment. One fateful evening, masked intruders breached their heavily guarded island manor. Her mother, Kiera, answering the door with love and peace in her heart, was murdered in cold blood. That night rewrote Tessa's future. No longer driven by wealth or societal expectations, she chose a path that no one—least of all her father—had prepared her for: justice. Despite opposition, Tessa joined the force, quickly rising through the ranks as a brilliant, fearless detective. She cracked impossible cases and earned her place in a male-dominated world. Alongside her partner and love interest, Caleb Milanowski—a sharp-minded officer from humble beginnings—the duo formed an unstoppable team, both in investigations and in life. But just when they thought they’d found peace, a final case emerged: expose a powerful, faceless kingpin who had evaded justice for decades. Through riddles and coded messages, the truth led Tessa to a devastating revelation—one that would test her loyalty, threaten her relationship, and force her to choose between love, legacy, and the truth. In a gripping battle between duty and blood, Tessa is thrust into the heart of betrayal. To restore peace to a nation, she must dismantle the criminal empire that may be rooted in her very own family. A tale of love, loss, vengeance, and truth—where every secret comes with a price.

Raped, betrayed, and losing the most important thing to her, Alissa has to do whatever it takes to protect her future but what happens when Daniel, her estranged husband returns and dares to claim what is rightfully his? .... Book 1 : Reuniting with Daniel Walton after three long years forces Alissa Perez to recall the dark chapters of her life when she was raped by Daniel's twin brother, Clarke, and forced to marry Daniel when Clarke disappeared. When an accident made her lose her baby, fear push her to leave her nightmare with the only thing that matters to her. Her miracle baby, Hope. Marrying sweet Alissa was never as bad as what others try to make it to be. However, on the verge of anger, he had hurt her and forced to watch her leave his life until she became his new assistant when he partnered with the company she works in. Knowing the life, she has hidden from him, Daniel swore to do whatever it takes to have the woman of his dreams back into his arms and in their home. Things become complicated when Clarke returns and just like his brother, he will do whatever it takes to mend his mistakes to the innocent woman he has wronged. Who will win back Alissa's heart? Warning: Sexual assault and violent scene ... The Broken Billionaire Series comes in lists of gorgeous stories that dive into the craziest of emotions and heartfelt messages that will make sure to fully entertain you in the best way possible. Do take note that my first language is not English so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mishap. I will deal with that soon but please, enjoy your day and I hope you will have a great time reading:)

I picked my phone up with trembling hands and opened the messages that shattered my world , "I have your triplets. Now, if you want them to live, you must do exactly as I say. I have three tasks for you. First, you must go back to your first love Klaus tomorrow, tell him you have forgiven him for what he did to you 5 years ago, treat his ailing father, after which I will tell you the second task. For each of the tasks you complete, one of your children will be released; for each you fail, a child will die!" Nora, an omega hybrid, falls in love with Alpha Klaus, the son of her father's sworn enemy and her one true mate. When betrayal from Klaus causes the death of her parents and siblings, she tried to commit suicide but finds herself in the human world. Five years later, Nora becomes a thriving medical doctor and a mother of three beautiful triplets who were a product of a one night encounter she had with Alpha Klaus on the night he betrayed her. When her children are kidnapped, she is forced to go back to the werewolf world. What would happen when she goes back and makes shocking discoveries that would cause her to realize everything was not really as it seemed? What choice would she make when she would have to choose between the alpha who had betrayed her and the alpha who had been there for her in the past five years during her stay in the human world? What would happen when she discovers an enemy within who had played a vital role in the mayhem that had befallen her? Find out in this thrilling and captivating werewolf romance novel, "The betrayed Omega and her Triplets".

This is a dark story with many upsetting themes and triggers. At first, Corinna ran, not from love, but from the crushing weight of her birthright, the terror of a fated bond she wasn’t ready to accept, and the scars of PTSD that still whispered her ex would one day find them. Though Wyatt knows she is alive, fear keeps her silent and distant. After months in near-total isolation, healing beside someone who once knew her mother, she finally finds the courage to reach out. For Wyatt, those months are a special kind of torture. Knowing his mate lives but refuses to answer him is almost worse than not knowing at all. He holds his pack together while unanswered calls and unreturned messages slowly break him. When Corinna finally makes contact, the end of the silence gives him and his allies the strength to begin pushing back against the ruthless Council. As time passes, Corinna cautiously lowers her defenses around Wyatt, allowing herself to see what a true mate bond and a real family are meant to be. But just as it seems safe for her to step out of hiding, Alpha Xander and the Council discover the Sanctuary and launch a brutal attack, forcing Wyatt to hide her once more. When Wyatt uncovers the Council’s darkest secret, victory seems within reach until Xander slips away and finds Corinna first. Alone and powerless, she faces him at the worst possible moment, with Wyatt arriving too late. Xander believes he has finally won. He has no idea he has crossed a line that will awaken something unstoppable. Now the question remains: can Corinna pull Wyatt back from the edge and end Xander’s reign of terror once and for all?

My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach. Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.” I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it. They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business. Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to Instagram, captioning it: "Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.” Then I turned off my phone and went to bed. The next morning, after having breakfast with my cat, Lulu, and taking the warmest bath ever, I turned my phone back on—and froze. Over 200 missed calls were waiting for me. Notifications exploded across my phone. And it didn’t stop there—the number of unattended messages kept climbing past 250.