Voice

My name is Margaret Turner. After my daughter, Sarah McDowell, becomes pregnant, I am shocked to find that I can hear the thoughts of the baby in her womb. "Grandma, please don't let Mommy get the prenatal checkup! If they learn I'm a girl, Dad will make her get rid of me. I don't want to die!" I can't believe what I'm hearing. Knowing that my son‑in‑law, Jeremy O'Brien, works at a hospital and can use his connections to learn the baby's gender, I do everything in my power to keep Sarah from being examined. But three months later, doctors confirm that Sarah's baby has a congenital deformity and is fated to be born disabled. Sarah is devastated, and guilt consumes me. Suddenly, I hear my granddaughter's voice again. "It's all because of Dad. He cheated with that nurse and returned home soaked in her cheap perfume. As soon as Mommy breathed it in, I was fated to come into the world deformed. Poor Mommy…" Rage explodes inside me. Without a second thought, I storm into Jeremy's workplace, determined to catch him in the act. I don't expect to walk in on a critical heart surgery he is performing. My intrusion throws the room into chaos, and the patient dies on the operating table. The patient's family loses control, and they cause a violent scene in the hospital. In the mayhem, Jeremy is killed on the spot. When Sarah learns what I've done, she is consumed by rage and declares she wants nothing more to do with me. At that moment, my granddaughter's voice echoes in my mind once more. "Mommy is heartbroken and needs time to heal. Grandma, please don't make things worse. Mommy will be okay after she rests." Hearing this, I force myself to stay calm. But that very night, word arrives that Sarah has thrown herself into a river and ended her life. Shattered by grief, I eventually make the same tragic choice. As my final breath fades, my granddaughter's chilling laugh echoes in my ears. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day her voice first crept into my mind.

What’s better than friendship and laughter? Going on a life changing journey with those friends. Baylor is a 15 year old human boy who was orphaned at 2 when he was the only survivor of a car crash. U.S. authorities couldn’t find any relatives in Ireland to send Baylor home to, so they placed him in the Monroeville orphanage in Boston, Massachusetts. He and his two best friends escaped the orphanage and ran to Silverthorne, Colorado. When he turns 16, Baylor starts hearing a ‘voice’ in his head. Believing that the marajuana he smoked the night before his birthday had been laced with something extra, he tells no one. Then a stranger from his homeland shows up and asks if the voice has told him its name yet. That’s when Baylor’s life gets turned upside down. He’s told he is the missing Alpha Heir of a scattered werewolf pack in Ireland and he needs to come home to take his birthright to reunite the pack. His two best friends are skeptical, but they have always stuck together. Will Baylor and his friends believe and follow this man back to Ireland? Can he reunite the pack and defeat the King of Rogues who sent the pack into hiding? Will there be a little love along the way? Time will tell if Baylor can become the answer to the pack problems and be the Alpha he was born to be.

Synopsis "Marry me." His voice calm and steady as if he just told me to get him a drink "What?" I asked, my mind spinning faster than ever He chuckled, his voice as magnetic as ever, as if he wanted to pull my soul and he was... Almost. "What better way to piss dear father off than to marry a divorced lady." "We can't date, remember the rules..." “You're the one who needs to remember. I set the rules.” §§§§ Silvia Simpson was the perfect trophy wife—until she walked away from her cheating husband, a ruined career, and a life that never felt like hers. Stripped of everything, she crashes into the one man who turns her world into more chaos: Calvin Riego—sinfully rich, dangerously charming, and off-limits in every way. One reckless night at King’s Palace ignites a chemistry too intense to forget. But when Calvin offers her a modeling comeback—and a fake relationship to save them both from scandal—Silvia realizes she might be playing a game she can’t control. Especially when the deal comes with a secret clause: if Silvia can resist Calvin's advances, she gets a 25% stake in his Multi-million dollar company But Calvin never plays fair. And Silvia? She’s done being anyone’s pawn. In a world of glittering lies, twisted loyalties, and slow-burning passion, someone’s bound to get burned.

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.”*

My blood-bonded mate lied to me. He said our bond—a bond of centuries—was fading. It was all for his new lover, Josie. He wanted to let her play princess. He denied me my rightful place. I was walking down a hall lined with ancient tapestries when I heard Josie’s voice, sweet and laced with venom. “Darling, if you make me your princess, just for a little while, can you taste me every night? But… won’t that old relic Lydia get suspicious? Your bond has lasted three centuries, after all.” “What can she do? She can’t leave this castle, and she needs my blood to survive.” Milton’s voice dripped with contempt. “That fool, Lydia. I told her the bond was fading, and she actually believed our connection was broken. Even if she knew the truth, she’d just hand over the Eternal Chalice without a fight and go back to being a quiet little Dreamweaver. You’re the only princess in my heart, my little wildcat.” I froze. And I let him believe his lie was safe. Then, a pain sharp enough to kill a mortal ripped through my soul. The bond shattered. I turned and melted into the shadows. Let them think their little play is flawless. They’ll soon find out what this “fool” is truly capable of.

After two years of marriage, I believed I was living the dream—until the day I gave birth to our long-awaited heir. The house was filled with joy as my husband's family arrived, bearing gifts and ready to bestow a name upon our child, as tradition dictated. But the happiness of the day shattered in an instant when my husband walked in, hand in hand with his childhood sweetheart. In front of everyone, he announced not only our divorce but also his engagement to her, as if I had never mattered. *** "I’m divorcing Stacy," Jason announces, his voice unwavering, "to marry Nicole Cruz, my childhood sweetheart." He points to the woman standing before him who smiles and waves at everyone in the room. My world tilts on its axis. The words echo in my mind, louder and louder until they drown out everything else. What is going on?? "But why?" I whisper, my voice barely audible, even to myself. I'm unable to believe his betrayal. Jason doesn’t even glance at the child in my arms. "Because this has been a long time coming, Stacy. I’ve only stayed this long out of obligation and not love." Important Author’s Note: This is a rewritten version of my book The Alpha’s Betrayal: Reclaiming His Rejected Luna. From Chapter 12 onward, the story takes a new turn with fresh twists and drama. Thank you for reading—I hope you enjoy this new version!

“Banishment!” came the voice of the elder. “She is to be banished!” Framed for a crime she didn't commit, orphaned from a young age, Aurelia Davids had grown used to being an outcast and didn't dare yearn for something else. But she found her mate and she began to think that everything would be fine, until her world came crashing down and he rejects her publicly. Would she be able to forge a new life for herself and move past the ruins of her former life? And will she have a second chance at love?

Shayla Sengupta is the type of woman who has that razor-sharp smile, a devil-may-care attitude and has the type of beauty that poets write sonnets about. She knows it and also knows just how to use all of it to get what she wants.But after a handful of most unfortunate incidents where she almost ends up drowning in the dangerous waters she tried to tread on ; Shayla faces the danger of dying due to thirst. Does a certain blue eyed boy with the voice of a nightingale prove to be the water for Shayla when she is stuck in the desert?

As I gazed into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, as if I had known him for years. "There's something about you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something that draws me to you." He smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "I feel it too," he said, his voice low and melodic. "It's like we were meant to meet." I couldn't deny the electricity that coursed through me as he spoke, and I found myself leaning closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth. "Who are you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I'm just a guy," he said. "But I've been told that I have a certain charm." I couldn't help but laugh at his modesty, knowing full well that he was more than just a guy. He had an aura about him, a sense of confidence and self-assurance that was both intimidating and alluring. As we continued to talk, I found myself opening up to him, sharing things that I had never told anyone before. It was like he was a confidant, someone that I could trust with my deepest secrets. And as we parted ways, I knew that I had met someone special. He was more than just a guy, he was a kindred spirit, a soulmate that I had been searching for all my life.

"MATE!!!" The voice exploded in Amber's head, and for a moment she froze in place. Finally, she had her mate, and she could finally take her mother out of this DAMN HELL! She had waited TOO LONG for this moment! "Go to him!" the voice continued to urge, the sweet smell of her mate washing over her, and she pushed through the crowd, ready to cling to him, to hold on to her brand new happiness. But what she didn't expect was that the very next second, her mate would be unceremoniously killed in front of her. The killer turned out to be her father! Her father turn into wolf claws, quickly grabbing her mate by the neck and lifting him up mercilessly. Pfft... In an instant, blood began to gush from his neck and even splashed onto Amber’s face. "No!!!" Not only did she fail to save her imprisoned mother from her demonic father, but she also caused her mate to lose his life... *** All because she was needed to replace her stepsister, who was to marry her father's enemy, so that she could endure all the tortures in her stepsister's place. It was all ridiculous in the extreme! But for her mother's sake, Amber has to accept whatever is arranged. This time she won't be a puppet to be manipulated! She will do whatever it takes to become stronger and take revenge. Luckily, the Moon Goddess seems to have favored her this time...