Novels by LadyHedti

"Truth or dare?" she asked. Trevor stretched his arms lazily. "Let's go with truth." Jane's eyes glinted with mischief. "Alright, tell us the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you during a mission." Trevor groaned. "Oh, come on." "No backing out now," Kim teased. He sighed. "Fine. So, there was this one time during training exercises, I was supposed to sneak into a building undetected. Everything was going smoothly until my belt got caught on a window frame, and instead of landing like a badass, I ended up dangling upside down in front of my entire squad." Greg burst out laughing. "You mean to tell me the great Trevor got stuck like a piñata?" Trevor rolled his eyes. "Yes, Greg. Enjoy it while it lasts." Sophia wiped away tears of laughter. "That was worth it." "Whatever," Trevor muttered, looking thoroughly embarrassed. Greg smirked and spun the bottle. As it slowed, I felt a rush of relief. "Ah, my time is up," I said quickly, moving to stand from Liam's lap

Jane's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward, clearly thrilled that I'd chosen dare. "Alright, let's make this interesting." Greg groaned. "Oh, here we go. Last time she said that, I ended up stuck in a tree with a stolen garden gnome." "That was one time," Jane shot back. "And you got down, didn't you?" "Yeah, after three hours and a lot of regretting my life choices." I chuckled, but Jane's attention snapped back to me. "Sara, I dare you to—" She paused for dramatic effect, letting the tension build. "—sit on Liam's lap for the next three rounds." Trevor let out a low whistle, while Greg cackled. Liam, however, looked unimpressed. "No." Jane ignored him, grinning at me. "That's the dare. Take it or forfeit." I tilted my head. "And if I forfeit?" Kim smirked. "Then you have to do a shot of hot sauce mixed with whatever alcohol we find in the kitchen." I wrinkled my nose. That sounded awful. Greg clapped his hands. "Oh, I love this game!" I glanced at Liam, who

The air in the living room had settled into a lazy hum, the TV playing in the background as Greg, Trevor, and I lingered around. Liam, as expected, was sitting back on the couch, uninterested in whatever nonsense Greg and Trevor were scheming. Trevor suddenly sat up, looking at me. "Hey, are Liam's parents home?" I raised a brow. "No, they went for a program and won't be back until tomorrow. Why?" I narrowed my eyes. "Are you planning something bad?" Trevor grinned. "Actually, I am." He leaned forward with a mischievous look. "Let's play a game. One that involves alcohol." I scoffed. "No thanks." Greg groaned. "Come on, Sara. Don't be boring." Trevor nodded. "It's just a game. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone." Liam, without looking up, muttered, "That's a lie. Someone always gets hurt." Greg waved him off. "Liam, please, let the rest of us have fun." Then he turned back to me. "So? Are you in or are you going to sit there and watch your sad little romance movie all ni

The scent of warm bread and stew filled the kitchen as I sat at the small wooden table, spooning food into my mouth. It had been a long day, and nothing beat a good meal. From the living room, the low hum of a movie played-Liam's choice, obviously, since I hadn't even been consulted. Not that I cared. I glanced toward the doorway where he was lounging on the couch, eyes locked on the screen, arms crossed like he was analyzing every frame. I smirked. "Didn't take you for the romance movie type." "I'm not," he said flatly, not even sparing me a glance. "Then why are you watching it?" "Because it keeps you from talking." I rolled my eyes, about to fire back, when the front door suddenly swung open. "Well, well, well," Greg's voice rang out dramatically. "Look who decided to run off into the sunset without us!" Greg's loud voice rang through the house as he and Trevor strolled toward us, Greg throwing his arms up like he'd just survived a war. Trevor, as usual, looked more amused

"Hey, Sara, you're back! Don't just stand there—come in. Your friend is here to see you."My friend? I nearly laughed. You mean Liam? I thought. Emilia turned to me with a broad smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement—like I was someone she actually wanted to see."Hey," she said."Hey," I replied, though I doubted she even knew my name. Then again, did I even know my own name? The thought made me chuckle bitterly.Ella wiped her hands on her apron. "I'll be right back. Let me check what's on the fire." She disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me alone with Emilia.I crossed my arms. "Why are you here?"She stared at me for a moment before answering. "I'm here because of you."I raised a brow. "Because of me?"She nodded."Why? Did I do something wrong?""No, no, nothing like that."I almost scoffed. Even I question myself these days. She fidgeted with her teacup before sighing. "I just... I wanted us to be friends.""Friends?" The word felt strange on my tongue.I narrowed my eyes

Ever since that day at the market, I hadn't been the same. Restless. Uneasy. Trapped in a battle between curiosity and fear. A part of me itched to dig deeper, to uncover who I really was. But the other—the stronger, smarter part—screamed at me to leave it alone. Because what if the truth wasn't something I could live with? What if I wasn't just a victim of circumstance but something far worse? Criminals didn't settle in one place. They didn't live peaceful, quiet lives. They hid, they ran, they disappeared. But I had been here. That should mean something, shouldn't it? I had a home here, a place where I felt safe—or at least, I had before that day. Now, I wasn't so sure. The past wasn't just a shadow lurking behind me. It was catching up. I could feel it. Every time someone came to the farm, my heart pounded, my body tensed, and I had to fight the instinct to run or attack. It wasn't normal. It wasn't me—or at least, not the me I had become. Henry had recognized me. A stranger, s