The Third Person
It started with a glance — just a flicker between her and him across the room. I saw it, but I smiled anyway. That’s what you do when you love someone, right? You trust. You let go. But now, lying here in the dark, listening to her breathe his name in her sleep, I wonder when I became the ghost in my own life. This isn’t betrayal. It’s worse. I invited it in. And every choice from here shapes how deep I let this go.I saw the message light up her phone: "Can’t wait to taste you again."\n\nMy first instinct wasn’t anger. It was curiosity. Who says that like it’s routine? I waited until she left for work, then checked her messages. Not many — just enough to paint the picture. Dates. Locations. Things I’d never said to her.\n\nThat night, I watched her get ready. The way she applied lipstick slower than usual, the lacy bra under her blouse. She looked alive in a way I hadn’t sparked in years.\n\nWe had dinner. Laughed. Kissed. And when she reached for my hand, I wondered — am I losing her? Or have I already lost myself?
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Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen
I spent seven years buried in a government black program, surviving on the promise that my sacrifice would keep my sister safe. I sent every penny home, believing she was living the life I fought for. But the moment I returned, I found her broken—starving, scarred, sleeping in a doghouse like an animal. The family who swore to protect her had turned her into a slave. And now? Now I’m done being the good girl. I have skills they never taught in any academy: infiltration, manipulation, silent takedowns. I will dismantle their empire from within. But then 'he' appeared—Asher Gordon, a man with ice in his veins and a pistol at his hip, claiming he was sworn to protect us. I don’t trust him. I don’t need him. But when revenge becomes a war, even a queen learns to accept allies… especially one who looks at me like I’m already his.
Brushstrokes and Broken Chords
I never meant to fall for someone who speaks in melodies while I live in silence between brushstrokes. Every time she plays, it’s like the world cracks open—raw, trembling, alive. And every time I paint, she says I hide from sound, from feeling, from her. We’re both artists, but we dream in different languages. Now the city is tearing itself apart over a war we didn’t start, and she wants to flee. I want to stay and paint the truth of what’s happening. If we can’t find peace between us, how can we believe in peace at all?
The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers
Five years of silence. Five years of playing small, hiding my genius, swallowing their lies. They called me poison. They cast me out. But they never asked why I came back. Now, as Brad Morgan fights for his life and the Owen brothers descend upon Crolens, the truth begins to crack through the facade. I’m not the weak sister they discarded. I’m the healer who saved Nicolas when he was dying. I’m the mind behind Nexo-7. I’m the ghost in Phillip’s racing victories. And I’m the only one who can save Brad. They think I’ve fallen. But queens don’t fall—queens return.
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