Tone Vs Mood Novels & Stories

I had been in a secret relationship with Don Vincent Russo for ten years. The night I found out I was pregnant, he had already booked a wedding. I thought the man who had taken me in from the orphanage was finally going to give me a home. That was, until I saw the video of him kissing his first love, Sofia Costa. On my way to confront him, I was hit by a car and thrown onto the pavement. Lying in a pool of my own blood, I called him again and again. Nineteen times. When he finally answered, he was coaxing Sofia. "If it's too noisy, just turn off the phone, my principessa. Your mood matters most. "Our partnership with the Costa family depends on you." I hung up in despair. What he did not know was that not long before that, I had learned the truth. I was the real heir to the Costa family. The woman he loved… was nothing more than a fake I would tear down with my own hands.

My promised mate, August Sterling, fell in love with my sister, Anna Morgart. However, I was supposed to be his fated mate. Yet, he held no feelings for me. Time and again, he put off our mating ritual. Due to the delays, the mate bond wrecked my body with incredible agony. Still, August turned his back on me. His eyes were only fixated on the tiniest cut on Anna’s hand. On the 99th scheduled ceremony, August once again abandoned me for Anna. He simply said, “Anna’s in a foul mood today. I need to cheer her up at the amusement park. The ritual can wait until next week.” As August walked away, I gritted my teeth and fought back the brewing turmoil within. August had one more chance. The Moon Goddess promised that by the 100th time August decided to move the ceremony away, I would be granted the choice to sever the mate bond.

On the one thousand and ninety-fourth day of being Mrs. Harris, I asked James Harris for a divorce. His face showed a hint of confusion, but it quickly shifted to his usual, composed expression. "As you wish," he said, his tone as flat as if we were discussing whether to replace the milk on the breakfast table. He did not even bother to ask why. On the one thousand and ninety-fifth day, I gently saw him and the children off, acting as if nothing had happened, and then completely left the Harris family behind.

My wife, Rosalie Lockwood, locks me up in a villa located in the suburbs for three days because I've forgotten to feed her first love's dog once. Unfortunately, the villa somehow gets set on fire. I call Rosalie for help and beg her to tell me where she's hidden the key. But she merely replies lightly, "Today is Caleb's birthday. Don't think about ruining this big day for us! Once Caleb's mood lightens up after we're done celebrating his birthday, I'll let you out." I try to save myself, but the water supply in the villa is already cut off. Soon, the signal goes out, too. I can only watch as I get surrounded by the ruthless inferno. Eventually, everything in the villa is reduced to ashes. Even when I'm burned to nothing but bones, help still never comes for me…

The day our daughter had a high fever, Matt was at a parent-teacher meeting for his first love’s son. I called him, only for her to pick up. Through sobs, she apologized, but Matt quickly grabbed the phone, his tone impatient. "She’s a single mom with a kid. What’s wrong with me looking out for them?" So, I turned to my daughter, who was quietly receiving her IV, and asked softly, "How about it, sweetheart? From now on, it’s just you and me."

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it has an underlying truth. You can try but one's heart is never to be put into words. "Are you saying that I'm pestering you?", she asked chuckling lowly. Had it been somebody else she would've fired them right away? As of now, her grip only tightened slightly on the little spoon in her hand while he slowly opened his cat-like eyes and avoided her gaze. "Torturing would be a better word," he whispered in hopes of staying alive so he could go home and cut his tongue for being so sharp. What was wrong with him? "Glad you understood my intentions." An arrogant boss lady whose mood flips like a switch every day who runs from the idea of love. A cute Barista leading a second life as a camboy who wishes for nothing but love. What could be a better combination?

Naomi Carter was meant to be a Luna. Instead, she was treated like an afterthought. Cast aside by her mate, robbed of the life she’d been destined to live, she turned her back on that world — and rebuilt herself. No pack, no bonds, no vulnerabilities. But when she enters a room crowded with powerful Alphas, her past collides with her like a storm. Logan, the powerful leader of the Midnight Pack, gives her something she thought she’d never want again — a future. And then there’s him. The mate who once broke her. Dark eyes. Sharp jawline. The ghost she thought she buried. And he’s not in the mood to apologize. He’s come here to reclaim what he thinks is still his. Naomi’s heart is a war zone, split between the possibility of something fresh and the magnetic lure of things gone by. Yet danger dives out from the shadows, and as old betrayals come back to haunt her, she understands one nightmarish truth— This time, refusing is not an option.

We have differences, we are born not to impress anyone but to show them what and who we are. What if one day you'll end up losing your confidence? what if one day you'll never know who you are? what if because of one person you'll be lost your smile, lost everything including your happiness. Are you willing to trust again? to love again? Are you willing to be fooled and played again? lies... heartbreaks. betrayal..... played. fooled... pained... We all experience this, it's up to us to handle it properly. smile... laugh... mingle... meddle. Words that we can use to ease those pain words to enlightened our mood words that help us to go through and make our day complete. MASK the only thing we can use to hide what we feel inside. mask it hides the pain the heartaches and betrayal We often use a mask to simply smile to show the world that we are strong. strong enough to face the reality.

Eliza Rivers comes back from her vacation trip and accidentally hits someone with her car. Right from the start, Eliza had not been in a good mood, and it only seemed to worsen after the accident. Deciding to take him back to her house to treat him, she realizes she didn’t just hit her car on anyone, she hit the billionaire Kael Blackthorn. She knew him, or she only knew what little the internet knew. Amongst other eligible bachelor, Kael was the most reserved one amongst them. “You don’t have to pay me.” “I am not.” Kael’s voice was steady and calm, a contrast to Eliza shaken ones. “You should leave.” Eliza’s knew she shouldn’t get involved with him, at all. She had just met him a couple of days ago, and he was already making her feel so sort of way. “You feel it too. Don’t you?” “I don’t. I really don’t”