Novels by Sodhaevil

Claudia POVThis can't be; how can Amelia be pregnant for the boss? No, I can't let this happen. I can't let her give birth to those children, or else everything is over, and Liam won't be mine."Hello," Claudia dialed a number with murder on her mind."I have a job for you, and this time you can't mess up," Claudia tells the person on the line."Amelia, I promise you, your end is near," Claudia smirks.Liam organized a party to announce the good news of his babies' arrival and also proposed to Amelia at the party."I can't wait for tonight," Liam tells Elliot."Yeah, I can't wait to see you on your knees saying, 'Will you marry me?'" Elliot mocked, making Liam playfully hit him with a pillow."Will you marry me?" Elliot continued teasing Liam as he chased him with a pillow.Elliot ran fast as Liam chased him from behind, and he threw the pillow at Elliot, but he dodged it, causing it to hit Amelia from behind."Hey, be careful!" Amelia yelled at him."Are you okay?" Elliot asked."Ye

Liam opened his eyes, and relief washed over him when he saw his stepbrother lying lifeless on the ground, soaked in his own blood."Yes, I didn't miss my target," a guy said from behind, and Liam's eyes brightened when he recognized Elliot's voice."Elliot!" Liam called out to his real brother, who had shot his stepbrother from behind, just as the police officers started chasing the goons."Hey, love, your real brother is here to save you," Elliot sheepishly smiled, having overheard everything Liam's stepbrother had said."You," Liam chuckled but immediately remembered Amelia."Amelia!" He rushed over to her and carried her up."Let's take her to the hospital quickly," Liam said, and with Amelia in his arms, he and Elliot ran out.They arrived at the hospital, and Amelia was immediately taken to the operating room to remove the bullet."She's gonna be fine," Elliot assured Liam, who was praying silently."I pray so," Liam muttered.The doctor emerged from the room, and Liam approache

Liam was informed that his mother had already passed away before reaching the hospital, and this news filled him with rage."Did the kidnappers send you any message, Mr. Scott?" asked the police officer while Liam and Elliot were at the police station.All attention shifted to Liam's phone when it suddenly started ringing."It's probably the kidnappers," Elliot remarked, taking the phone from Liam and putting it on speaker."You're the well-known billionaire, Liam Scott," a mysterious male voice declared, receiving no response. The police immediately began tracking the caller's location."Who is this?" Liam engaged the person in conversation to help the police trace him."I know you have the police tracking my location right now," the caller said, leaving everyone shocked. Liam scanned the area for potential eavesdroppers."No need for that. If you ever want to see your little girlfriend again, you will come alone to the address I just sent you," the caller threatened, and a message w

It had been weeks since Amelia moved out of Liam's mansion. During this time, they had grown even closer and had shared an intimate night together when they were both drunk.Liam was relaxing on the couch in Amelia's apartment while she busied herself in the kitchen."What are you up to there?" Liam asked, curious about her prolonged kitchen activity."I'm making Korean corn dogs!" Amelia exclaimed with excitement."Really? Let me see," Liam said, standing up and heading towards the kitchen."No, no, no," Amelia protested, trying to block his path into the kitchen."Why not, Teddy?" Liam chuckled, trying to sneak a peek at what she was cooking."Please, Liam, just leave," Amelia pleaded, but he playfully held onto her waist."You know I love it when you call me by my name," Liam said with a smile, using his hand to caress her cheek. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her bite her lip."You look sexy when you bite your lips," Liam whispered into her ear, causing Amelia to le

The revelation of Amelia's plans to move into her own apartment hit me like a bolt of lightning, jolting me out of my anger-induced haze. The weight of my assumptions and misplaced expectations began to settle heavily upon my shoulders. I had let my insecurities and resentment blind me to the truth, tarnishing what could have been a joyous celebration.The realization dawned on me that Amelia had never intended to undermine our relationship or belittle my role in her life. Instead, she saw me as a friend and valued my support and kindness. The magnitude of my overreaction became painfully apparent, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret for my actions.Amelia's eyes searched mine, filled with concern and confusion. I took a moment to collect my thoughts, realizing that I needed to apologize for my behavior and the hurtful words I had hurled at her. It was time to rectify the situation and salvage what remained of the evening."I'm sorry, Amelia," I finally managed to say,

Liam’s PerspectiveI felt a gentle touch on my cheek, accompanied by a tender voice calling my name. Tears welled up in my eyes, defying my efforts to hold them back. My mom was finally here, by my side. I wished my dad could be here too.But as her voice filled my ears, memories of the past flooded my mind, bringing forth a sudden wave of resentment towards my mom. How could I forget? She was the one who shattered my childhood, leaving my dad and me behind to suffer. I shouldn't be feeling happy to see her."You're not my son! I'll never be your son!" I yelled out suddenly, caught up in the overwhelming frustration that resonated in my voice. My mom seemed taken aback by my outburst, and I could see the pain in her eyes. But I refused to let it show that her presence affected me. How could I forgive her for abandoning us years ago, starting a new family?"Whose son?" a voice came from behind, jolting me back to reality. I glanced over at my mom, still unconscious. It was all in my he

As the morning sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, Ashley stirred from her slumber, her movements slow and languid as she stretched beneath the covers. With a soft yawn escaping her lips, she blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the gentle light that flooded the room.As her vision cleared, Ashley’s gaze fell upon Thorian, his form nestled beside her in peaceful repose. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him sleep, his features softened by the morning light.But as she shifted beneath the blanket, the realization of their nakedness washed over her, sending a flush of warmth to her cheeks. Hastily pulling the covers closer to her body, she glanced down, a blush staining her cheeks as she took in the intimate scene.Gently tapping Thorian’s shoulder, she whispered his name, her voice soft and barely audible amidst the quiet of the morning.“Yes, darling,” Thorian groaned in response, his arms instinctively tightening around her as he

As Ashley and Thalia descended, Ashley’s heart pounded with adrenaline, her instincts kicking in as she maneuvered through the air with precision. With a surge of determination, she increased her speed, reaching out to catch Thalia before they hit the ground.Time seemed to slow as Ashley’s arms enveloped Thalia, her grip firm yet gentle as she cushioned their descent. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, but Ashley remained focused, her priority ensuring Thalia’s safety above all else.As the dust settled around them, revealing Ashley cradling Thalia in her arms, the onlookers gasped in awe and disbelief. Thorian, his heart racing with fear, was the first to reach them, his concern etched into his features as he approached.“Are you okay, Ashley?” he asked, his voice filled with urgency as he surveyed her for any signs of injury. Ashley managed a weak smile, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nodded in reassurance.Fenrisa and Thalassa arrived next, their expressions a

clatter of trays and the murmur of conversation providing the backdrop to their lunchtime rendezvous. Alarina dipped a fry into a dollop of ketchup as she leaned across the table, her eyes fixed on Ashley with an eager curiosity. “So, tell me about your first night in the royal house,” she prompted, her tone filled with anticipation.Ashley, lost in thought, absentmindedly twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. Memories of the previous evening flooded her mind, causing a soft smile to tug at the corners of her lips. “It was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.Alarina arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “Oh, come on,” she teased, nudging Ashley playfully with her elbow. “Don’t leave me hanging. I want all the juicy details.”Ashley let out a soft sigh, her cheeks flushing pink at the memory. “Well, maybe it was…” she admitted, a shy smile tugging at her lips.Before she could elaborate further, their conversation was

Without hesitation, Ashley reached out a hand to Thalia, offering her support and solidarity in the face of adversity. Thalia looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude as she tentatively accepted Ashley’s gesture of kindness.With a gentle touch, Ashley helped Thalia to her feet, her expression firm yet compassionate. The surrounding students watched in silence, their earlier hostility now replaced by curiosity and uncertainty.“Are you okay?” Ashley asked softly, her concern evident as she glanced at the milkshake splattered across Thalia’s clothes. Thalia nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper as she struggled to compose herself in the aftermath of the ordeal.Turning her attention to the other students, Ashley’s gaze hardened as she addressed them with a steely resolve. “This behavior is unacceptable,” she declared, her voice carrying an air of authority that demanded attention. “Thalia is a fellow student, and she deserves to be treated with respect

The tension hung heavy in the air like a suffocating blanket, wrapping around the scene where two women, mirror images of each other, stood facing off. One woman was confined within the dilapidated confines of a cage, her clothing in tatters and her appearance worn and ragged. Despite her frailty, there was a certain fire in her eyes, a determination that belied her physical state.The other woman, standing outside the cage, exuded an air of confidence and superiority. Her features mirrored those of the woman within, but where one was downtrodden, the other was poised and composed. A smirk played at the corners of her lips, a silent acknowledgment of her advantage in this confrontation."You," rasped the elderly woman from within the cage, her voice barely more than a whisper. Despite her feeble appearance, there was a strength in her gaze as she locked eyes with her counterpart."Yes, Amanda Blackwood," the queen mother replied, her tone steady and unwavering. The name she spoke belo

On a dark night enveloping the kingdom in a shroud of mystery, Thorian's mother, the queen, took a solitary stroll, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls of the palace. The night seemed to hold its breath as she made her way towards the dungeon, the only sounds the faint rustle of her garments and the distant howl of the wind.Unbeknownst to her, she was not alone in the darkness. A figure trailed behind her, silent and watchful, causing a prickling sensation to crawl up her spine. Instinctively, she turned, her heart leaping into her throat at the sight of Ashley standing there, illuminated by the pale moonlight."Oh my goodness," the queen mother exclaimed, a gasp escaping her lips as she clutched at her chest, her pulse racing with fear.Ashley raised an eyebrow, her expression one of genuine curiosity as she approached the queen mother with cautious steps. "Apologies, mother, but did I startle you?" she inquired politely, her voice laced with concern.Rolling her ey

It’s been three days since I lost my uncle and my job in one fell swoop. As I slouched on the couch, the taste of cheap cup noodles lingered on my tongue, a bitter reminder of my current state. The once comforting warmth of the noodles now felt like a feeble attempt to stave off the chill of despair that enveloped me.My appearance mirrored the chaos within – disheveled hair framing a face etched with exhaustion, clothes wrinkled and unkempt, a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging inside. I was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, unsure of where to turn or whom to reach out to for help.In the dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the weight of grief and loss pressing down on me like a leaden shroud.Suddenly, the shrill ring of my phone shattered the suffocating silence, jolting me back to reality. With trembling hands, I fumbled for the device, its screencasting an eerie

The night was cold, and the wind blew furiously through my hair as I walked down the dark, desolate street. Memories of my late parents flooded my mind, a torrent of images and sounds that tugged at my heart. I remembered our laughter, the warmth of their embraces, and the countless moments we shared, all cruelly ended when death decided to take them away.As I wandered aimlessly, the sounds of distant sirens wailed through the night, mingling with the acrid smell of smoke that filled the air and stung my nose. I was about to turn towards home when a sharp, agonizing noise stopped me in my tracks. It was a cry of pain, raw and desperate, piercing the cold silence.My heart pounded as I sprinted towards the sound, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps. Rounding a corner, I stumbled upon a horrifying scene: a group of men were viciously beating my uncle.“Hey, let go of him!" I screamed, my voice a mix of terror and fury. I didn't think; I just acted, rushing forward and shoving the

I walked down the streets, the cool breeze blowing furiously at me, the dim street lights flickering as if they were about to explode. The air reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, an acrid blend that stung my nostrils as I quickened my pace toward my apartment. This street had never been safe, especially not my area. With serial killers on the loose and the daily murder rates rising, a chill ran down my spine.I reached my apartment and hastily fumbled for my keys, but my trembling fingers betrayed me. The keys slipped from my hand, clattering onto the ground with a sharp metallic sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. My heart raced as I bent down to pick them up, my hands shaking uncontrollably. A sense of unease gnawed at me. Why was I so nervous? Could it be the result of what happened last night with my uncle? The memory flashed through my mind, intensifying my anxiety.I twisted the key inside the lock and slowly opened the door, immediately hit by the pungent scent of al