Novel-novel oleh Iris

“How do you put up with him?” I asked with a distasteful expression, staring at the cook as I stood across from her at the countertop.The older woman was the only person that seemed interesting enough to engage in conversation with, among the house staff.She did not shake at the mention of the ‘master’ like the rest of the maids.For some reason, she looked… saddened at my question.“It’s what I get paid to do,” she answered shortly.I gave her a blank gaze, sensing that there was something more to it.With her skills, I’m sure that she could work anywhere else if she wanted.“Mr. Conrad has not always been so…”“Infuriating?” I quickly supplied with raised eyebrows.She shook her head, pursing her lips.“I have worked in this house for a few years and he has not always been like this. He used to be much more considerate, but quiet. He never spoke to the staff except when he was making a request, always polite and kept to himself even after Mr. Zoran’s death, but everything changed

Elara The mansion was quiet, but it didn’t feel peaceful. It was the kind of silence that sat heavy in the air, thick with tension, like something was waiting to go wrong. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the suitcase I still hadn’t unpacked. Exhaustion pressed against my skull, but sleep wasn’t an option—not yet. This was only my first night here, and Xander Blackborne had already made one thing clear. He was going to make my life hell. I let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of my neck. I had worked with difficult patients before, but he was something else. Rude, sharp-tongued, impossible to deal with. But more than that, he was angry. Not just at me. Not just at his situation. At everything. Most patients struggled after an injury. They lashed out when they realized they had to rely on someone else. But Xander? He wasn’t just struggling—he was fighting like hell against it, like accepting help would be worse than losing his sight. A sharp knock at the door pulled

Aletheia Kings“We're here,”My eyes snapped to the window as we pulled into the sprawling driveway.The car slowed to a stop and Lincon shot me a glance with a smile, before stepping out of the car.I let out a sigh before mirroring his movements, however, before I could push the door open, it was already opened with the driver standing on the other side.With my eyes roaming, I stepped into the car, muttering a quiet “thank you,” to the young man.“Welcome to your new home!” Lincoln announced beside me, grabbing my attention.I let out a silent scoff.“I would rather regard it as my place of work,” I retorted in the most polite tone I could muster at the present, which was not much.He looked amused at my demeanor for some reason.I realised then that he was hiring me with an offer I could not refuse, so I was to be more polite.Quickly composing myself, I fixed my expression and cleared my throat quietly.“Come along, the help will bring your things in,” and as if on cue, two wome

Conrad Zoran.The first time I woke up to absolute darkness, it will haunt me forever.I remember, regaining consciousness on a soft surface, which I eventually learned was the hospital bed, with the beeping of the Jaret monitor echoing behind me.The first sensation I felt was my head banging as though it was being beat on like a drum.The next was pain, aching pain all over my body, yet when I opened my eyes, they refused to open.“Am I still unconscious? Dreaming?” Those were the thoughts that crossed my mind.My struggle might have alerted someone to my regained consciousness as the next thing I heard was the concerned voice next to me.“Conrad? You're awake!” He said this with so much excitement that I wondered how long I had been in this state.Still feeling a bit groggy, I croaked, “What happened?”The last thing I remembered was leaving the house for the board meeting.“You were in an accident, don't you remember? You've been in a coma for over two weeks,” he divulged with an

“Where is my patient?” I asked the head nurse leaning forward in my seat across from her. “He was discharged last night, no?” She asked as if I was supposed to know. I shifted in my seat at the blank look she was giving me. Yet, not one word left my lips. I was not going to appear like a blubbering fool to my superior. “It is even good that you're here,” she started, rifling through her desk. “Here, this is your new schedule,” she passed me the sheet of paper. Without hesitation, I collected it. “If that is all, I will resume my duties now,” I announced, jumping out of the seat as if it was about to catch fire. “Yes, enjoy the rest of your shift,” I exited the office with a slight frown, scanning the schedule, it was similar to my previous shift schedule except for a few minor changes. Either way, I now had enough time to search for a part time job. So with a small smile on my face, I went about checking on the patients. After my eight hour shift, I dashe

It had been two weeks since my ‘visit’ to the directors office and I have been taking care of the patient since. My regular eight hour shifts had been modified so that I could be with the patient, throughout the day and half of the night. I had been barely getting any sleep with how occupied I am and I spent most of my free hours on job searching. Turns out no reasonable enterprise was looking to hire someone for only half a night. The option for strip dancing was beginning to look more and more plausible as time went by. I let out a sigh, focusing on my task as I wrung out the warm towel and rubbed it on the man's stubble. Too bad he was a patient. He was quite an attractive man with his angular jaw, broad shoulders, muscled chest, narrowed waist, V- shaped torso- not that I was romanticising him or anything. I need this job too much to do that. Also it was just something about his aura, even unconscious he was… It was surprising that since he had been here, n