Action or lie

Modern

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

Fantasy

Vad Wagner is the best IIF agent there is for over a decade. However, his work turned him into a prideful man and his heart into stone. He spent half of his life living with criminals and he developed some psychopathic tendencies. His life turned to turmoil when his body swapped with a teenage girl;

Literature

Trajectory presents classics of world literature with 21st century features! Our original-text editions include the following visual enhancements to foster a deeper understanding of the work: Word Clouds at the start of each chapter highlight important words. Word, sentence, paragraph counts, and re

Romance

He screamed in despair, furious about the small clause in Müller's will (marriage) that had halted what was already destined, after waiting two years to determine who would be the owner of everything. Adal Müller had to desperately search for the perfect candidate who could help him achieve his goal

Romance

Airin is known as a good girl in a village, she is a very devoted child to her parents. Airin never once denied anything her parents ordered. Including when they asked her to marry a wealthy immigrant in their village, Sir Sakha Januar Pradipta. Airin doesn't mind if he's single, but the 33-year-old

Young Adult

Caught in the mysteries of deadly murders, Pandy Scott and Lee Do-Hyun worked hand in hand to hunt down the culprits. Not until he reappeared, " THE HOLY MURDERER ". " WE MEET AGAIN " the note scripted in blood on the wall, sent chills down their spine. Seat tight and catch on the mystery in... "

Literature

The Earth as Modified by Human Action by George P. Marsh

Short stories

For three years, I'd worn the shroud of a grieving widow, clinging to the memory of my hero firefighter husband, Mark, who supposedly died saving lives. Every diner shift, every sniff of stale coffee, was a testament to my struggle, ensuring our son Leo had shoes on his feet, his father's heroism t

Short stories

My parents were murdered, our family bakery destroyed, and my fiancé walked out. That’s when Detective David Carter, his brother, swooped in like a hero. He promised justice and protection, then proposed. Five years later, I was pregnant, building a new life with him, certain I was finally safe. Bu

Short stories

I was nineteen, trapped in a nightmare, living in a house where my mother' s fists were a constant presence, leaving me bruised and broken. My father was my only hope, a beacon of normal in the chaos, though often conveniently absent. One day, my boyfriend Ethan, witnessing another brutal attack,

Short stories

I lay on the gurney, body shattered in a pile-up, my baby coming too soon. Rushed to Northwood General, I found a small comfort knowing my husband, Ethan, the hospital's trauma surgeon, would be there. Then I saw him. Ethan. He knelt beside another gurney, his face etched with concern, but it wasn

Short stories

My husband, David, and I had been married for ten years, a perfect New York power couple on the outside, a carefully constructed lie within. I used his money, he had his affairs, even a secret child. Our lives ran on parallel tracks, never interfering. It was a cold, silent agreement. Then the scho

Modern

Once by chance, I discovered that my husband had two phones, and one of them contained secrets I was not allowed to touch. In that phone, he and his mistress were like a family, while I was just a pig waiting to be slaughtered. They had prepared a trap for me, wanting to take everything I had and le

Short stories

Thanksgiving. I was back home in rural Vermont, sifting through our old attic, looking for ornaments. Then I found it: a Polaroid of a 10-year-old me with a boy named "Cousin Leo," a cousin I’d never heard of, who then vanished from the photo right before my eyes. My family insisted Leo was real,

Werewolf

"There was no need to utter the word rejection as you not lov- ing and wanting me was enough to know I'm being rejected as your mate." Adassah Rumanoff was just turned eighteen when she finally meet him. The one the moon goddess made for her alone but already in love with another. As words of a song

Short stories

My life was perfect. I was Ethan, a successful architect, seven blissful years into marriage with my high school sweetheart, Olivia. We were talking about starting a family; life was good. Then Liam walked into the cafe. "You' re Ethan, right? Olivia' s husband." The young guy smirked. "I' m Lia

Short stories

My annual ski trip to Aspen, a much-anticipated escape with my CEO wife, Sophia, was perfectly planned. Then her voice, tight and unfamiliar, claimed a critical server had fried, grounding her to save our flagship game, 'Odyssey,' demanding my understanding and sacrifice. But a shaky Instagram video

Short stories

I was just shelving books in my tiny New York apartment, my parents, renowned investigative journalists, chasing a big story in New Orleans, and my engagement to City Councilman Ethan Bellweather just around the corner. Then, the call came: a car bombing, my parents gone, their names slandered as vi

Short stories

They called Andrew Scott my perfect husband. In the glittering New York art scene, he was the doting cellist, supporting my successful career, even through our painful infertility struggles. Then he brought Molly home – a fragile young woman who soon became pregnant with his child, shattering our p

Short stories

The "True Harmony" system was perfect, a monument to the future I, Ethan Miller, was eager to build with Chloe, my fiancée of a decade. Our wedding, a meticulously planned extravagance, was just one week away, a celebration of the life we'd spent years creating. Then, she walked into my study, and

Short stories

The "Dreamland Adventures" carousel flashed, a stark contrast to the bruised purple sky. It was my twins' fifth birthday, a day meant for joy, but dread tightened in my stomach with every distant thunder roll. Sophia, my neurodivergent daughter, pointed at the Ferris wheel, her voice pure happin