Ms. O The Writer

INTRODUCTION The Silent Ward They say hospitals are places of healing. But in the dead hours of the night-when the fluorescent lights flicker and the halls echo with nothing but the wheeze of machines-they become something else entirely. Groote Schuur Hospital stood like a sentinel on the hill, its white walls soaked in a century of suffering, silence, and secrets. Patients came and went. Some were healed. Some weren't. But a few-just a few-disappeared. Ward 17B doesn't appear on any maps. No signs point to it. No records mention its name. The door was sealed shut in 1984, after something happened inside that no one was willing to explain. Until now. Detective Siya Ndlovu never wanted to come back. Not to this place. Not to this city. Not to the memories she buried the day her twin sister Asanda vanished from Groote Schuur without a trace. But when bodies begin piling up with no cause of death-just eyes wide open and mouths stretched in silent screams-Siya is drawn into a case that feels too close to home. As the investigation deepens, she uncovers whispers of a government project buried beneath hospital floors, of experiments that cracked the human mind and opened something that should've stayed shut. They called it Project Threnody.

Introduction to Breaking the Spotlight Fame. Power. Love. In the glittering world of billionaires and entertainment royalty, love is the most dangerous game of all. Behind the flashing cameras and billion-dollar empires, lies are whispered, betrayal lurks, and jealousy waits for the perfect moment to strike. But for those who rule this world, loyalty is everything-and once they choose their partner, nothing and no one can come between them. Three couples. Three love stories. One unbreakable bond. Book 1: Breaking the Spotlight She was Hollywood's untouchable queen. He was the king of media. Together, they were a storm waiting to happen. A scandal forces [Heroine], the most sought-after actress in the world, into a fake engagement with [Hero], a ruthless billionaire media mogul. Their history is filled with heartbreak, secrets, and the kind of passion that never fades. When the world-and their enemies-conspire to tear them apart, they must decide: will they fight for love, or will the spotlight destroy them? In a world where trust is currency and betrayal is a headline, can two power players find their way back to each other? Book 2: Burning the Spotlight She was the voice of a generation. He was the man who controlled the digital empire behind the scenes. But love doesn't come without a price. [Heroine], a fearless award-winning pop star, has spent years guarding her heart. [Hero], a billionaire tech mogul, built an empire by staying one step ahead of everyone-except her. When a scandal forces them into the spotlight together, their attraction becomes undeniable. But old wounds and dangerous threats from the past refuse to stay buried. In a world where fame and fortune come at a deadly cost, will their love survive the fire-or burn them both? Book 3: Owning the Spotlight She built a billion-dollar fashion empire. He built the careers of Hollywood's biggest stars. Once upon a time, they built a love that almost destroyed them. [Heroine], the world's most powerful fashion mogul, knows how to play the game-and how to win. [Hero], a brilliant but ruthless entertainment agent, knows every secret in the industry, including hers. When they are forced to work together, their explosive past threatens to unravel everything they built. But some love stories don't end-they just wait for the right moment to begin again. In a world where image is everything, will they risk it all for love, or will the past win? The battle for love has never been more ruthless. Welcome to Breaking the Spotlight.

Moonlight Run A Romantic Fated-Mates Comedy Introduction The Moon Goddess had to be joking. Alpha Celeste Rivers prided herself on being a strong, independent leader of the Silver Moon Pack. She'd spent years proving she didn't need a mate to run her pack. Especially not some overbearing, growling brute who thought he could boss her around. She had enough on her plate dealing with her elders, the constant rogue attacks, and a bet that she could outdrink any Alpha at the next summit. So when fate decided to drop Alpha Hunter Blackwood into her life, of all wolves, Celeste was ready to reject the bond on sight. The arrogant, too-handsome-for-his-own-good Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack was her biggest rival, and she'd rather chew her own tail than admit he was her fated mate. But the Moon Goddess wasn't one to be ignored. Now, thanks to a rogue threat that neither of them could fight alone, Celeste and Hunter are forced to work together. Their packs are already planning their wedding, and their wolves won't stop howling at each other. On top of that, their "definitely-not-dating" partnership keeps leading to ridiculous situations, like waking up in the same bed after a drunken dare or getting stuck in a cave overnight with only one blanket. The more they fight fate, the stronger the pull becomes. And with every battle, every prank, and every almost-kiss, Celeste and Hunter start to wonder if the Moon Goddess knew exactly what she was doing. Let the Moonlight Run begin.

This story is set in the ancient heart of Calabria, where love, betrayal, and vengeance take place. Dr. Talana Fabrizio, a brilliant, beautiful medical doctor, chose this life for herself, believing that through medicine she could heal people Just after she started working at the hospital, Talana experiences her first death. That of her mother. Rosalina Fabrizio. Natural causes after a car accident? Or was it? This didn't just leave scars, it awakened something buried deep inside. A something that only those in the underworld could explain. At the center of her family's ruin is Drake de Marco, a man whose wealth and influence are only outmatched by his cruelty. Her own father and stepmother, drowning in alcohol and gambling debts, try to sell her out to him, and De Marco wanted only one thing in return for bailing them out: Talana, whether she agreed or not. Her freedom was the price. And the cost was her soul, but it didn't stop there, more underhanded tactics were at play and Talana Fabrizio was about to uncover why her mother really died, no matter what it cost her. In all of this Talana learns of a side to her family that she never knew, aside that makes her stronger, more powerful and a queen in her own right. The Dona of the Sanchiano family. Don Roberto Sanchiano the head of the sanchiano regime, alongside him stands his adoptive son Mariano Sanchiano, Roberto's right hand. Will Talana embrace the truth about her mother's family? Massimo Morrelli, the Don of the Morelli family, determined to stand by Talana Fabrizio at any cost. Massimo has been in love with Talana since before all this began. Promised to him by her grandfather, but will Talana accept this fate or will she carve her own path in love? Will Massimo get a chance to make her full in love with him before she finds out the truth? Will Talana manage to bring it all down, and rebuild from scratch or will she, herself get burnt? Mafia ties run deeper than we all know. Talana is now not just bound by blood but those ties bind forever.

After my tenth miscarriage in five years, I believed my body was broken. My husband, Barron, was my perfect, doting savior who had rebuilt my life after destroying my family's company. Then, I overheard him on the phone. He confessed to poisoning my tea every night, methodically murdering our ten children to repay a debt to his mistress. A life for each year she'd spent in prison for him. My entire world wasn't just a lie-it was a gilded cage built by my family's destroyer. He thought he left me to die in a fire. He was wrong. Now, with a new face, I'm back to burn his empire to the ground.

My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through. That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister. But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library. They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien. Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve. I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen. This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over. "No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach."

My husband's pregnant mistress disappeared, and he accused me of kidnapping her. To force a confession, he dragged a writhing burlap sack into the living room, threatening to beat the "stray dog" inside if I didn't tell him where she was. I screamed that our son, Jalen, was inside. He just laughed, calling me a liar as he raised an iron poker. I watched, helpless, as he brought it down again and again, ignoring my pleas. Through the blood-soaked fabric, I heard our son's last, faint whisper: "Daddy…" As if that wasn't enough, he then had his men drag me to a back room to punish me for his mistress’s supposed miscarriage. They left me broken on the floor, my son dead and my soul shattered. With nothing left to live for, I threw myself into the ocean. But I was saved. And when I opened my eyes, I made a vow. I would return, and I would drag them both down to the hell they built for me.

Five years. That's how long I've been dead, my restless spirit clinging to the humid air of Bayou's Rest, a town now filled with an unsettling disquiet. My former love, Michael, now mayor and married to my sister Jessica, dismisses the eerie whispers as 'superstition,' but his fear is palpable. He hired a 'paranormal expert' to cleanse the bayou, unaware he was about to disturb more than mud. What the expert unearthed wasn't just ancient trash, but a rotted wooden box containing a chilling secret: my skeletal arms. And with them, a leather-bound journal, my own handwriting detailing my deep love for Michael, his sudden coldness, and my sister Jessica's calculated manipulations. The truth, buried deep, was finally stirring. Michael's face went ashen, but Jessica, ever the perfect actress, shrieked 'Lies!' painting me as 'unstable,' 'vindictive.' My parents, complicit in her charade, shamefully echoed, 'Sarah was never right. Always making things up.' They reinforced a false narrative, trying to bury my truth, and me, once more. But the journal held a secret far worse than simple betrayal: Jessica's ultimate motive. She didn't just abandon me to starve in that fishing shack; she murdered me because I was pregnant with Michael' s child. Then, she brutally dismembered me, scattering my remains in a dark ritual to forever bind my spirit. My righteous fury, a cold spot in the bayou, demanded justice. Only Father Gabriel, with eyes that saw beyond the veil, understood the profound injustice that cursed Bayou's Rest. Driven by an unwavering sense of cosmic imbalance, he set out to uncover every last piece of me, both body and truth, determined to confront Michael, Jessica, and the town with the horrifying reality they tried to deny, no matter the cost.

My life with Andrew was a constant dance around the baseball bat, a premonition of my own bloody end that haunted my every waking moment. Then, I found my father-in-law, Mr. Scott, in a pool of his own blood on the kitchen floor, a deep gash on his forehead. Instead of calling 911, I manipulated my lifelong hemophobia and feigned terror, dialing Andrew' s cousin, Ethan, a kind paramedic, dragging him into a manufactured crisis. At the hospital, Andrew' s true colors bled through: he cursed me, refused to sign for his dying father' s emergency surgery, and screamed divorce, all while giggling with his mistress, Sabrina, in the background. He even tried to strangle me at his father' s funeral, abandoning the casket to rush to Sabrina' s side, believing her needs superseded everything. I wasn' t a helpless victim anymore; I recorded his abuse, exposed his heartless acts online, and watched, stone-faced, as the internet tore him apart, leading to his public humiliation and firing. But Andrew, fueled by rage and paranoia, wasn't done; he came for me, knife in hand, convinced I was conspiring to steal his inheritance with Ethan. When Ethan arrived and got stabbed trying to save me, something snapped inside him, and he furiously plunged the knife into Andrew, again and again. Ethan got prison time for manslaughter, but Andrew' s death wasn' t just a simple crime of passion; his wife' s whispered revelation at the funeral, a calculated confession of her own brutal past with Ethan, shattered my understanding of what truly happened that night. Now, years later, I am finally free, walking away from the ghosts and the blood, ready to build a new life for myself, but the true scope of the sacrifices made for my freedom still lingers.

Laura was a bold, courageous, gorgeous, intelligent young lady who always stood out for herself. She always fought for her right and never allowed anyone to look down on her , her family nor her friends. She was known as the most brilliant and talented student in her class. This irritated some of her mates and led to the plot of her attack to tame her. " Hold her, let's see how her intelligence works this time...", Ben exclaimed, landing a huge slap on her cheek. Patrick and Fred held her tightly, chuckling and teasing. They molested and bullied her until she passed out. " Wait, Ben, I think we killed her....", Fred cried " Shut up, what do you know? She's just doing that to scare us...." " No, Ben...I think he's right...we killed her..." " Oh, my God...what should we do..." Join me on this journey while we find out what they did to her body and the outcome of their action. ENRAGED SOUL;The revenge of a traumatized girl

It started on the one-year anniversary of my return, a day meant for joy. Instead, my family, devout and God-fearing, brutally murdered me. My brother, my protector, became a "defiler" screaming monster, my father, a man of God, cut off my hand with a rusty saw, and my mother, once overjoyed, called me an "abomination." They threw my bleeding body into a silo, sealing the hatch, and as I died, I only had one question: Why? It was the locket. The small, carved wooden locket my sister, Esther, had given me moments before, a "welcome home" gift that instantly turned my loving family into rabid killers. Somehow, I woke up. It' s the same day, the same anniversary. Esther is coming up the stairs, the locket in her hand, about to give me the gift that will trigger their bloodlust again. This time, I refuse. But Esther is cunning, and soon, I'm dodging my family's crazed attacks, desperately trying to expose their dark beliefs to the authorities. They look at me like I' m simply a troubled girl with an overzealous family. Knowing the law won't stop their fanaticism, I have no choice but to use their own twisted faith against them, no matter the cost, to finally break free.

The last thing I saw was Thunder’s bloodied jaws, closing in on me. My daughter, Sophia, lay broken a few feet away, already gone. Pain, then darkness. Then, with a gasp, I bolted upright, my heart hammering like a drum. I was back on the same rough porch, facing the same smug smirk of Old John. At the end of his chain was Thunder, the Australian Cattle Dog who had butchered my child and me. “Heard you were back in town, Isabella,” Old John rasped, his voice a cruel mockery of a welcome. “Brought you a little housewarming gift,” he added, pulling the chain as Thunder whined, straining to reach me, just like that first time. The memory crashed over me: Thunder’s lunge, the searing agony as his teeth tore my thigh, the hot gush of blood, and then, Sophia’s petrified screams followed by chilling silence as he turned to her. Old John had known my paralyzing fear of dogs, yet he had specifically brought this hulking beast to torment me. He had laughed when I pleaded, ignoring the danger, using the dog as his personal weapon. Every horrifying detail, every agonizing moment of Sophia’s brutal death and my own demise, flooded my mind with chilling clarity. But this time, as Thunder lunged forward once more, I forced my trembling legs to stop. No. Not again. This time, things would be different.

My name is Sarah, and I remember the cold. Not the chill of winter, but the stainless-steel table against my back. My sons, Michael and Gabriel, were gone, their screams replaced by silence. My husband David, blinded by ambition, led us to that abandoned clinic. His sister, Veronica, craved an heir for her powerful husband, Senator Harrison. She believed my "Legacy Fertility" and my children's "vital essence" could help her. A quack "expert" performed monstrous acts on my seven-year-old twins. Then it was my turn; they brutally harvested my ovarian tissue. I was left to bleed out on a filthy floor, my insides torn. I died there, a vow of revenge frozen on my lips. Later, I saw Veronica on the news, pregnant and glowing with what she stole. But then, warmth. Sunlight. My eyes snapped open to my own familiar bedroom. Michael was on my chest, Gabriel curled beside me, both alive, young, and whole. The calendar read October 14th—the very day it all began. The memory slammed into me: David's averted eyes, the isolated building, Veronica's cold voice, Michael's terror, Gabriel's whimper. This wasn't a dream; this was a second chance. Veronica, triumphant in my first life, had risen on my family's ashes, her belly swelling with a lie while mine was emptied by her greed. No. Not again. This time, I wouldn't just survive. I would take everything she had, everything she wanted. Her husband. Her position. Her future. My revenge would be absolute, and my children would live. The game had begun.

Veronika McAllister have lived a sad life and a life full of secrets. After the death of her mother during a robbery gone bad, her father blames her for her mother death and her family hates her for reasons she doesn't know. When accepted into Caston college also known as bloodyville because of the series of murders committed by the red ghoul which was later killed in 1990. Now a series of murders is done in the exact manner as the red ghoul the day Veronika stepped into Caston. Are this murders connected to Veronika or has the red ghoul awaken to finish where it left off.