Novels by Malachy

I had barely closed my eyes when the dream began. It felt so real, as if I was truly there. I found myself standing in a dimly lit chamber, with cold stone walls and a damp, musty scent in the air. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and a distant echo of dripping water filled my ears. The atmosphere was heavy, pressing down on me like a weight.In the center of the room, a man appeared, his figure shrouded in shadows. I couldn't make out his face, but his voice was deep and haunting. "Sophia," he called out to me, desperation lacing his words. "I have been trapped here for so long, waiting for you to find me. Please, help me."Though I couldn't see him clearly, I sensed his pain and longing. He reached out to me, his hands shackled by chains that seemed to drain the very life from him. "You must save me, Sophia. You have to help me out"I wanted to help him, but I couldn't move. I was rooted to the spot, unable to reach out and touch him. As I struggled to break free from my invisible b

As our carriage pulled up to the grand mansion, my breath caught in my throat. It was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, an imposing structure surrounded by lush gardens that seemed to stretch on forever. I glanced over at Nicholas, my new husband, trying to gauge his reaction. He simply smiled, a hint of pride glinting in his eyes."Welcome to our new home, Sophia," he said as he helped me out of the carriage.The staff, dressed in impeccable uniforms, greeted us warmly as we stepped onto the cobblestone path leading to the entrance. I was struck by the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of bees working diligently among the gardens."Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood, we've been eagerly awaiting your arrival," said an older, silver-haired gentleman who appeared to be the head butler. "Please, allow me to show you around the estate."As we walked through the halls, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence and grandeur. The walls were adorned with exquisite tapestries and

“I Do”These were two words I always thought that I would share with someone close to my heart, someone who was my soulmate and who would be the love of my life.Never did it once occur to me that these words, I would be exchanging them before God, with a total stranger.But that is the kind of sacrifice you make when your father stops being the father.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I walked down the aisle. My heart was racing, but not with joy or excitement a bride should feel on her wedding day.Instead, it's a feeling of dread that fills me, and I can't shake it off no matter how much I try.The scent of different flowers filled the extravagantly decorated church with Red and white roses adorning every surface.. The sunlight streamed in through the stained-glass windows, casting multicolored beams of light on the polished marble floor.The church was idyllic, God alone knows how much was paid to turn an old church into this paradise. But despite the luxury t