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To My Uncle, With Hate

To My Uncle, With Hate

For eight years, my world had orbited a single star: Liam. He was my guardian, the man my father, with his dying breath, had entrusted with my future. He was my hero. And he had made me a promise-a promise that on my twenty-second birthday, he would finally see me, not as a child, but as a woman. Today, I came to collect. But in the sticky, sweet air of the amusement park, behind a pastel-pink cotton candy stand, I found him. And I overheard the truth. This wasn't a meeting; it was a meticulously staged play of cruelty. He had rented a baby. He had asked Sienna, the woman he secretly loved, to pose as his girlfriend. His masterpiece of a plan? To construct a picture-perfect family scene designed to shatter what he called my "childish fantasy." To teach me a lesson about boundaries. His friends were laughing, calling it a brilliant, two-birds-one-stone gambit. He was weaponizing my love, using my devotion as a stage prop to woo another woman. My eight years of waiting-learning to cook his favorite meals, sacrificing a scholarship to a better life just to be near him-wasn't a testament to love. It was a burden. An annoyance to be managed with a heartless, elaborate prank. Later that night, my phone chimed. A picture of a tiny, perfect baby's foot, followed by a digital wedding invitation. The text below it was brutally simple: "I have a girlfriend now. Stop loving me." I stared at the screen, my world silent except for the frantic hammering in my chest. Then, with a calmness that frightened even me, I typed back two words. "Okay." Then I booked the first flight out of the country and threw away every last memory of him.
The Boy I Was Warned About

The Boy I Was Warned About

She was warned to stay away from him. But nobody warned her about the truth. Harper Bennett had spent seventeen years being the girl everyone trusts. She got excellent grades, edited the school newspaper, and knew exactly how to keep her life free from unnecessary drama. With a prestigious journalism scholarship within reach, the last thing she needed was trouble. Then Liam Mercer walked through her front door. Liam was the boy Riverdale High loves to hate. Brooding, sharp-tongued, and notorious for his explosive temper, he was recently suspended after a brutal fight with Caleb Brooks, the school's golden boy. Everyone had an opinion about what happened. Nobody seemed interested in hearing Liam's side. When Liam's mother left town for medical treatment, Harper's mother offered him a place to stay for eight weeks. Suddenly, the boy Harper had been warned about was sleeping in the room next to hers, sharing her breakfast table, and getting under her skin in ways she refused to admit. Things got worse when their journalism teacher paired them for a school project. Harper expected sarcasm, arguments, and eight unbearable weeks. Instead, she discovered that Liam's anger hid a pain he refused to explain, and the story behind his suspension was far darker than anyone at school wanted to believe. Then anonymous messages began arriving. Old screenshots resurfaced. Secrets Harper thought were buried threatened to destroy her reputation. And the truth about Liam's younger sister, Ruby, forced Harper to confront the one thing she had spent two years trying to forget: she knew Ruby was being bullied, and when speaking up mattered the most, she stayed silent. Now someone was determined to expose everyone involved. But the closer Harper got to the truth, the more dangerous the questions became. Who really destroyed Ruby's life? Why was someone targeting them again? And what happened when the boy she was warned about turned out to be the one person she could no longer ignore? Harper must choose between protecting the perfect life she had built and standing up for what was right, even if the truth costs her everything. Because falling for Liam Mercer was never part of the plan. And trusting him might be the most dangerous choice she made.
The Bet Between Ice And Heart

The Bet Between Ice And Heart

An omega rescued from being destroyed by a war by the alpha's heiress, and became part of the powerful Alpha Valen family and their daughter, Seraphina. Everyone had taken her in and loved– except Kael Valen, the Alpha heir who thought she was just a girl playing behind his family's generosity. Kael had been hostile toward her for years. He thought that she was trying to take his sister's boyfriend. He felt that her scholarship was based on influence rather than effort. But, regardless of all of Ayla's proof, he would not accept the truth. Until one embarrassing evening turned all that around. A drunken mix up causes Ayla to slap the academy's renowned hockey captain in front of everyone, hurting Kael's pride. When his rival challenges him, he makes a risky bet: He will woo the girl who despises him and get her to fall in love with him. If he fails, he will forfeit the dream of the professional hockey contract that he's always hoped for. A game slowly turns into something that neither of them anticipated. However, secrets have a way of tearing apart even the best relationships. But when the secret of the bet is exposed, the love that they fought so hard to discover, is what separates them. But they find themselves surrounded by enemies who are working to destroy them, a future uncertain, and wounds that don't heal, and wonder if their love will last long enough to overcome the lies that drew them together. Sometimes the hardest fight is not on the ice... It is a battle between the heart and the pride that cannot be put down.
Robert Falconer

Robert Falconer

Robert Falconer, school-boy, aged fourteen, thought he had never seen his father; that is, thought he had no recollection of having ever seen him. But the moment when my story begins, he had begun to doubt whether his belief in the matter was correct. And, as he went on thinking, he became more and more assured that he had seen his father somewhere about six years before, as near as a thoughtful boy of his age could judge of the lapse of a period that would form half of that portion of his existence which was bound into one by the reticulations of memory. For there dawned upon his mind the vision of one Sunday afternoon. Betty had gone to church, and he was alone with his grandmother, reading The Pilgrim's Progress to her, when, just as Christian knocked at the wicket-gate, a tap came to the street door, and he went to open it. There he saw a tall, somewhat haggard-looking man, in a shabby black coat (the vision gradually dawned upon him till it reached the minuteness of all these particulars), his hat pulled down on to his projecting eyebrows, and his shoes very dusty, as with a long journey on foot—it was a hot Sunday, he remembered that—who looked at him very strangely, and without a word pushed him aside, and went straight into his grandmother's parlour, shutting the door behind him. He followed, not doubting that the man must have a right to go there, but questioning very much his right to shut him out. When he reached the door, however, he found it bolted; and outside he had to stay all alone, in the desolate remainder of the house, till Betty came home from church...
 K-Brothers and the little maid

K-Brothers and the little maid

The K-Brothers are identical quadruplets with each of their names starting with letter K. They are; Kyler He happens to be cold-hearted and ruthless amongst his brothers. He doesn’t spare any warmth feeling towards anyone, especially women. His whole anger and hatred for them are derived from his past which no one is aware of including his brothers. Kash He is nothing like the rest of his brothers. He is friendly and a lover boy. He falls in love easily which always led to numerous heartbreaks. Kenver He is arrogant, a playboy, and is always up against his last brother, Kael. He’s just so jealous of him and thinks Kael is more handsome and smarter than him. Kael He is the most handsome amongst the brothers and a flirt. He’s just so cool that every girl adores him. He’s always getting the best of everything which makes Kenver highly jealous. * An ash-haired girl who is struggling to survive in life is hired by one of the brothers and she comes in to live with them. It isn't rosy for her as they all take turns in making her life a living hell. The unimaginable happens as two of the brothers fall for her unknowingly, each, not wanting to let go. Tales from the past now tend to haunt the future, pulling the brothers apart with a strong enmity for the other. Their mother is out there trying to tear them apart as she always wanted to since when she was pregnant for them. But first, she has to find the weakest link amongst them. Will the brothers still stand strong together and fight or will they align with the enemy? Who will the little maid consider worthy of her love, especially when they both treated her badly?
Peggy Parsons at Prep School

Peggy Parsons at Prep School

Excerpt: ...with scant sympathy, but with much merry appreciation of her snow-powdered face and its look of wondering appeal. Nevertheless, in spite of difficulties and delays, they had covered two meadows and a large open field without more stress of adventure than they found pleasant. All of a sudden Peggy pointed ahead. There, gleaming on before them, straight ahead and over the crest of a bit of rising ground, were the glistening snow-shoe marks of another explorer who had recently gone that way before them. The sun shone into the criss-cross pattern of the steps, which seemed to the girls to be both invitation and challenge. Katherine adapted the quotation, laughing. \"If I could leave behind me any such even tracks as that it might be worth while going on, but when you can't get the swing of it, Peggy, you can't keep warm, and while I want to learn, sometime, I think it wasn't born in me as it was in you, and it will need several practice attempts before I can be in your class at all. So I'm going back-for now-do you want to come, or are you going on-?\" Peggy looked back toward the familiar roofs of Andrews, and then she looked away out over the barren fields in their whiteness, new and untouched save for the gleaming snow-shoe tracks that called and called to her to be as adventurous as they. \"I guess I'll go on,\" she said, a hint of abandon in her voice. \"Well, good-by, hon,\" said Katherine, meekly taking her leave. \"I will get about as much more of this as I want going back, but I hope you have a nice time-and-and end up at tea somewhere just as we were going to.\" \"Tea by myself would be horrid,\" Peggy called after her. \"I won't be long, but I just must have some more, I love it so.\" Then she turned her face to the snow-shoe tracks, and with a little gay song on her lips took up their trail. \"I'm Robinson Crusoe,\" she told herself blithely, \"and these tracks are the good man Friday's. And we are the...
 No Sweet Sixteen Only Bitter Betrayal

No Sweet Sixteen Only Bitter Betrayal

My Sweet Sixteen was supposed to be a dream. I was Scarlett, a golden child, engaged to my childhood sweetheart Julian, and protected by my powerful brother Ethan. Our lives were perfectly aligned, part of an influential dynasty. But then, a science experiment gone wrong left me disfigured and screaming. The intern, Brianna, who caused it, seemed to vanish, destined for jail. My brother and fiancé swore revenge, their initial protectiveness a comforting blanket. Yet, strange, mocking voices whispered in my head: "They're impressed by her. They'll fall for her. Hard." Soon, Brianna was "sick," and Ethan and Julian abandoned my hospital bedside to rush to hers. My calls went to voicemail, my care diminished, and then I was framed for attacking her. Julian dissolved our engagement, calling me unstable. I was banished to a forgotten wing, then a rundown halfway house, forced into grueling labor. The lowest point came when they held me under icy water, demanding an apology for a crime I didn't commit. Why abandon me, their Scarlett, for this woman who ruined my life? Was I just an inconvenience, a damaged relic of a past they wanted to forget? The voices in my head revealed the shocking truth: "It was a diversion. You were a pawn. Everything – your suffering – was a strategic move." My pain wasn't about love or betrayal; it was a cold, calculated sacrifice for power. With this sickening clarity, I refused their hollow apologies and offers to "restore" my life. I walked away from their gilded cage, leaving my old self and their lies behind. Now, free from their toxic influence, I begin a new chapter, far from the corrupt city, ready to redefine my own destiny.