Novels by Karty Perry

Tires screeched against the asphalt as Raymond’s SUV skidded to a halt in front of the hospital entrance. The engine was still running when Raymond flung the door open.“Help!” he bellowed, his voice raw. “Someone help me!”Nurses and doctors on the night shift bolted outside, a few pushing a stretcher as fast as their legs could carry them. The emergency lights overhead painted the scene in alternating glows of red and blue, throwing shadows across Raymond’s pale, blood-splattered face.A nurse reached them, and Olive was still in the back seat, her body slumped, barely conscious—limp, lips parted, skin ghostly pale.“She’s losing blood fast,” one nurse said, already checking her pulse. “We need to move now!”Raymond stood frozen for a second, his driver had gripped the wheel the whole drive over. The driver had run red lights, ignored horns, nearly crashed into a divider—did anything to get her here fast. And still, it felt like time had betrayed them.“Sir, we need you to step bac

Olive lay limp on the floor, her breath shallow, her limbs twitching from the pain. Her blood pooled beneath her, soaking into the cracked concrete like spilled wine. Above her, Mia crouched with a predator’s grin, her face twisted in sick delight.“Poor girl,” Mia cooed, tilting Olive’s chin up with the tip of a knife. “I warned you not to get involved.”A heavy silence fell—unnatural and still.Bang!The silence shattered.Mia barely turned before a blur of fury crashed into her. Raymond. His roar ripped through the warehouse like a storm, his body slamming into hers with a savage force that knocked the breath from her lungs.She stumbled back—but he was faster. His hand locked around her throat, hoisting her into the air like she weighed nothing.“Mia!” he snarled, his voice venom-laced and unrecognizable. “Touch her again—I dare you.”Mia struggled to break free, her eyes wide with fear. She tried to pull his arm away, but he held tight, his strength fueled by a deep-seated anger

Olive’s body dangles in Mia’s grip, her breaths shallow, skin pale, eyes fluttering. The cold werehouse feels far too quiet, save for the slow drip… drip… drip of water falling from some leaking part of the roof.. Her body sways like a marionette, held upright only by the ruthless grip around her neck.Her thoughts are scattered fragments—a broken mirror of fear and desperation.“I must live… for the child.”The words echo in her mind, louder than the sound of her faltering heartbeat. Every inch of her body is in pain, but it’s the icy fear slicing through her core that makes her tremble. Her free hand inches toward her belly as if it could shield the life within.Mia’s face hovers too close, her smile twisted and triumphant, the scalpel gleaming under the low lights. "Such a fragile little thing," she whispers, almost fondly. “It’s poetic, really—sacrificing one to punish another.”Olive’s lips part. No words come, only a hoarse whisper of breath. Her eyes beg, not for mercy, but for

Ethan said, “I’ve recorded everything, Mia. Every word.”The room fell into a heavy silence. Mia's smirk disappeared. Her playful gaze turned sharp—dangerous.“You really want to play it that way, Ethan?” she asked, her voice low and venomous.Ethan didn’t flinch. He kept his phone in his hand, thumb hovering near the send button. One click, and everything would be out—every secret.Mia slowly turned her head toward Kain. She didn’t need to speak again. One small nod was enough.Kain moved very fast, like a shadow, trying to grab the phone.Ethan’s heart kicked into overdrive. He stepped back, knocking over a chair. The phone almost slipped from his fingers. Kain’s boots barely made a sound on the floor.“You’re making a mistake,” Ethan said, his voice shaking just a little. “If you touch me, this recording goes out to everyone.”Mia laughed, cold and sharp. “You think I care about exposure? I built my life on lies. You think one truth will burn it down?”Ethan smirked. “I will do it.

Raymond raises a brow, his voice laced with disbelief. "What do you mean?"Mia smirks, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. She steps closer, as she spoke "oh, Raymond, you can't be that dumb, right? You heard me clearly."Raymond's stomach knots, but he refuses to show weakness. He squares his shoulders, his gaze locked onto hers. "If this is one of your twisted games, Mia, I swear—""Swear what?" She interrupts, tilting her head with feigned curiosity. "That you'll make me pay? she chuckles, "Raymond, darling, you’re already caught in my trap. There’s no walking away.""I never trusted you Mia, but I never thought you are this demonic" he says in a low dangerous tone.Mia sighs dramatically. "Yes, you never did. But your grandfather did and that was your family first mistake.”Raymond glares at Mia, his voice a low growl. "Mia, you've made me believe for years that I was the cause of your inability to have children."Mia tilts his chin up with her fingers, her touch almost affect

Olive's body became very stiff. She was so scared. She wrapped her arms around her tummy. She felt sick.Olive couldn't breathe properly. She took short breaths. Her eyes went blurry. She felt like she was going to faint.Raymond was very angry. He shouted loudly, "Mia, don't you dare!" But Mia just laughed. Her laugh was mean and scary.Mia looked at Olive's tummy. She looked excited, but in a bad way. "Should we start?" she whispered. Her voice sent chills down everyone's spines.Delilah smirked, tilting her head as she stared at Olive. The fear in Olive’s eyes only fueled her amusement.“Oh, poor baby,” Delilah murmured, her voice laced with mock sympathy. “Didn’t even get to see this world.”Olive’s breath hitched. She clutched her belly instinctively, as if her hands alone could protect the life growing inside her. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of Delilah.Delilah crouched in front of her, gripping her chin between two fingers. “I wonder