Novels by WALDA

Peter glanced at the screen and immediately understood his boss's intent. Not daring to delay, he quickly arranged a car and sped toward the scene, almost flooring the gas pedal the entire way.Heath appeared calm, but inside, It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, leaving him both anxious and flustered. He deeply regretted not assigning security personnel to Prisley. He couldn’t bear to imagine what he would do if Prisley’s life slipped away right before his eyes.Heath’s limbs felt weak, his fingertips icy. Over the years, he had dealt with countless crises, always composed and decisive. Yet, the few moments of panic he’d experienced all seemed to revolve around Prisley.“Peter, get all the securities over here.”“Yes, sir.”“And prepare a large amount of cash.”“Yes, sir.”Heath’s mind raced, considering all possible contingency plans.When he arrived at the scene, the place was bustling with activity. The police had already cordoned off the area outside the café, k

Spencer was about to say something when sudden commotion erupted outside the café.A figure darted through the door.Spencer assumed it was someone in a rush to grab coffee. To avoid a collision, he instinctively pulled Prisley toward him.“Come here, don’t let them bump into you...”“Spencer,” Prisley chuckled as before. She was all too familiar with this habit of his. Just as she found herself in Spencer’s arms, another hand yanked her away forcefully.“Ah—!” Prisley cried out in panic.“Come here! Or you’ll regret not listening!” A raspy male voice shouted harshly in her ear. The grip was so strong that Prisley was thrown a few steps away, hitting the wall by the café.“What’s going on?!” Spencer reached out to pull her back, but the man grabbed Prisley by the neck, pressing something sharp and shiny against her throat.Spencer froze, his body stiffening on the spot.Everyone else in the café panicked and bolted for the exit. “Run! Get out of here!”No one dared linger. And within m

Early the next morning, Heath had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heath in the apartment. It was nice to have some space for a while.That day, she was wandering around a boutique in the shopping mall when she suddenly saw a figure pass by outside the store.Prisley froze. Without thinking, she ran out.But the man had already walked far away.“It can’t be him, right? No, it can't be.” She felt uneasy but picked up her pace.The man was tall with long legs, walking quickly.Prisley’s heavy body made it hard for her to keep up.“Hey—sir, wait—” She shouted when she realized she was about to lose him.It seemed the man heard her. He stopped and turned around."Spencer! It really is you!" Prisley gasped, covering her mouth. Her legs felt weak, and she almost collapsed.Spencer quickly rushed over to steady her, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say.“I finally found you!” They both spoke at the same time and hu

Heath and Prisley returned to the apartment, and a subtle sense of relief filled the air.Heath smiled as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He opened his arms and pulled Prisley into a hug, pressing her forehead gently against his warm chest. In that moment, it felt like he was holding something precious he had almost lost, and it made him cherish her even more.Prisley didn’t resist, didn’t move at all. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Heath opened the door, and a few strong movers stood there, behind them were several large items.Heath was puzzled, but Prisley greeted them warmly. “Oh, you’re here? Please, bring everything inside.”The lead mover asked, “Are you Miss Anderson?”“Yes, that’s me,” Prisley said cheerfully as she welcomed them in.“Could you sign for this?”Prisley quickly signed, her happiness clear from her expression. The large items were brought inside, and she led them to an empty room.Heath asked, “What’s all this? It’s huge.”Prisley smiled faintly. “A bed.

Mark and his father walked into the study.Old Grant said, "Son, all these years, I haven't interfered much, letting you choose your own path.""You could study if you wanted, or travel if you preferred. But now, I have to think about your future."Mark asked quietly, "What"s wrong, Dad?" He had a feeling something was off. His father"s usually kind face was now serious, like when he was in a business meeting."My heart is getting worse. Even though I look fine on the outside, I know my own condition.""It could stop beating at any moment. I don't know if it will be tomorrow, next month, or next year. So, I have to make arrangements now."Mark interrupted anxiously, "What did the doctors say? There are so many treatments available. This isn't a big issue, Dad. Don't be so pessimistic."Mark had originally come home thinking only about getting some benefits from his father, maybe some shares or money. But hearing his father speak like this, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.The

"Dad, what's up?" Mark said, holding his phone, sounding casual.His father's gentle voice came through the line, "You haven't been home for dinner in a while. Your mom wants to see you."Mark gave Heath and Prisley a wink, pretending to be relaxed. "I miss you too. I'll come home tonight. Nothing's more important than you."He hung up, and the smile on his face vanished.Heath signaled that he was leaving. Before heading out, he reminded Mark, "Don't forget what's right and what's not."Mark nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be a great actor."Prisley couldn’t help but smile as she watched his playful, slightly mischievous demeanor. "Mark, I'm glad you're back to your old self. That's the you I like."She shot a glance at Heath, hoping to catch a hint of jealousy on his face. But Heath remained indifferent, only showing a trace of sarcasm.They all went their separate ways.As Heath and Prisley reached the car, Heath suddenly stopped. He turned and said coldly, "What? Disappointed I didn't g

CamilleThe Bennetts were once an enviably happy family.Mr. Bennett was a renowned entrepreneur, Mrs. Bennett a picture of gentle beauty. And their two sons, Gabriel and Matthew, had enjoyed lives of privilege since childhood, both strikingly handsome. Girls would steal glances as they passed, some even daring to approach them.When my mother and I first arrived at the Bennett estate, we were housed with the other staff in a bungalow at the back. My mother took care of the animals in the yard, and I often helped with the feeding – a few alpacas, some horses, and several lambs.They were Matthew's pride and joy. He spent nearly every day in the yard, playing with them. I was in charge of feeding, cleaning, and bathing them. Matthew and I grew closer soon.He was nothing like Gabriel. Gabriel was aloof, with a hint of world-weariness, while Matthew was warm and friendly, always talkative. He could spend hours in the yard with his animals... and me.At Matthew's urging, Mr. Bennett gene

Camille I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, allowing the warm water to cascade over me.I scrubbed at my skin with a loofah, trying to scrub away the filth and degradation I felt in me until it flushed red.Yet the memory of Gabriel's finger pumping inside my pussy was still so vivid, a mix of physical sensation, deep humiliation, and utter disgust, driving me almost crazy.In that moment, I wished he had finished me off. Seven years of hatred from him was more than I could bear.Why did he have to stop?! My eyes burned as tears mixed with the warm water and streamed down my face.I had lied to Gabriel and he knew it. Back when things hadn’t gone sour between us, he always had that condescending smirk, that soft ‘tsk’ sound, whenever he caught me in a lie. It was like he was saying, “Go on, entertain me. I love watching you playing.”When he asked me just now how often I'd fucked with his father, he looked at me with that same expression. He didn’t believe me, bu

Gabriel's movements froze, his face contorting with rage.He stood, meticulously wiping his fingers with a wet wipe, his expression smoothing into a chilling calm."But you're wet." His dark eyes boring into me, making my face burn."Get out," he hissed, the words barely audible yet sending a shiver down my spine.I was speechless, only managing to silently straighten my clothes. The buttons on my shirt were mostly torn off, leaving only one intact. I knotted the bottom of the shirt, making it somewhat presentable. But the front gaped open, revealing my black lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I tugged at the fabric, trying to cover myself."Your father gave me an hour to bring you home. We have forty minutes left," I stated, my tone professional."That's your job, not mine," he retorted, sinking back into the sofa. His pants were still unzipped, the white fabric of his shorts straining against the prominent bulge beneath.I knew he was doing it on purpose, humiliating me.But tim

Camille"You'll regret this," I said through gritted teeth.Gabriel pressed his arm against my back, trapping me as he slowly tightened the belt around my neck.I took deep breaths, but the constriction left no room for air. My attempts to stand were futile, as he forced me back onto his lap.His eyes gleamed with a cruel amusement, a viciousness that reminded me of someone watching a stray dog being tortured, devoid of any mercy.I understood the extent of his loathing, the depth of his desire for retribution. Perhaps he had devised countless ways to exact his revenge, but he refrained, restrained by the protective influence of his father.After all, between Gabriel and me lay the lives of his mother and his brother.It was the nightmare that had haunted me for ten years, a debt I would never be able to repay.As the air in my lungs grew thin, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably."Gabriel..." I barely managed to squeeze out the words, "If I die... will you be happy?"Through m

CamilleHere I stood, outside the door of Noir Seduction's most lavish suite, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. My hand hovered over the handle, unsure how to present myself.Inside was Gabriel, son of my boss, Harrison Bennett, and heir to the city's most powerful Mafia family.It had been six years since I'd last seen him.I knew he'd gladly see me dead, yet here I was, on assignment to bring him home.I'd rehearsed this moment countless times in my head, but as my hand closed around the cool metal of the handle, I hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally knocked.The door swung inward, revealing a dimly lit room thick with smoke, the mingled scents of tobacco and expensive liquor. The music pulsed, loud enough to drown out the shouts and laughter, the clinking glasses, the occasional moan of pleasure that drifted from the shadows.My eyes found Gabriel in an instant.Reclining against the plush leather couch, head tilted back, eyes shut, he looked utterly at ease. His l