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The Quietest Knife

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.
dr_ban99 · 157.6k Views

The Untainted

The Untainted Synopsis What happens when beauty refuses to be distracted? Rihannat was born into a poor home — not poor in love, not poor in values — but poor in material things. She is the only child of her parents, raised in a small but peaceful household where faith is stronger than fortune and character is worth more than gold. From childhood, her parents planted two things deep inside her heart: fear of Allah and self-respect. And she grew… beautifully. Not just in face — but in mind, in discipline, in grace. Rihannat is blessed with striking beauty that turns heads without her trying. But beyond her beauty lies intelligence sharp enough to silence rooms, morals firm enough to resist pressure, and faith strong enough to withstand temptation. She carries herself with quiet dignity, never loud, never desperate for attention. As the saying goes, a blossomed flower will always attract butterflies. And butterflies come. Suitors from wealthy homes. Sons of businessmen. Men who promise comfort, luxury, and a life free from struggle. Some come sincerely. Others come because they see her beauty as something to possess. But Rihannat has a different mindset. She believes beauty alone is not an achievement. She believes that when beauty fades — and it always does — what remains must be substance. Skill. Impact. Legacy. “Beauty without accomplishment,” she often tells herself, “is a decorated emptiness.” So she rejects them. Not because she is proud. Not because she is heartless. But because she refuses to exchange her future for temporary comfort. She hardens her heart against distraction. Against emotional manipulation. Against the whispers of Shaytan and the glitter of the world. While others chase relationships, she chases purpose. Her dream? To rise. To break the chain of poverty in her family. To become a successful, respected career woman. To give her parents a life where they never have to worry about bills again. But the journey to the top is never smooth. Along the way, she faces betrayal — from people she once called friends. Jealousy grows in silent corners. Smiles hide competition. Support turns into silent rivalry. And then… there is him. The one who loves her quietly. The one who watches her strength and admires it from a distance. The one who helps her in secret — stretching her wings without taking credit. Supporting her dreams without demanding attention. Protecting her name without announcing his loyalty. He hides behind friendship. Because he is afraid. Afraid that if he speaks too soon, she will reject him like the others. Afraid that his heart will not survive the blow. Afraid of losing even the small space he occupies in her life. So he waits. He waits while she builds. He waits while she fights. He waits while she conquers. And in his quiet waiting, he becomes the wind beneath her wings — unseen, but essential. Will Rihannat ever discover the silent love beside her? Will she allow herself to feel — after building walls so high? Will success change her? Will betrayal break her? Or will faith carry her through it all? The Untainted is not just a love story. It is a journey of ambition, faith, discipline, heartbreak, growth, jealousy, sacrifice, and pure love that asks for nothing in return. This story will make you smile. It will frustrate you. It will make you angry at injustice. It will make you emotional. And it will remind you that sometimes, the purest love is the one that waits without pressure. So… Let’s begin this journey together. New episodes drop every day at 7:30 PM. Are you ready? Say yes if you are. And please — respect creativity. Do not plagiarize this book. — Olukoya Zainab Follow on Facebook: Queen Zainab Stories.
Zainab_Olukoya2109 · 22.3k Views

ANA: The Message I Should Never Have Sent

Anastasia’s life had always been loud in the quietest way possible. To the world, she was just another girl with too many thoughts and not enough answers. To her friends, she was Ana the one who laughed a little too hard, loved a little too deeply, and somehow always felt out of place, even in rooms she was born into. Her chaos didn’t begin with heartbreak. It began with silence. Ana came from wealth the kind that didn’t need to announce itself. Generational. Polished. Political. Perfect. Among six children, she was the outlier. The dark-skinned girl with pink lips and watchful eyes who never quite blended into the family portrait. While her siblings carried confidence like inheritance, Ana carried questions. She learned early how to smile without being seen. In high school, she loved the wrong boy the right way. It looked romantic from the outside hallway glances, late-night calls, the kind of attachment that makes teenagers feel immortal. But inside that relationship, Ana was shrinking. He was possessive in subtle ways. Distant when it mattered. Warm only when he wanted something. She called it love. It was slow drowning. But the real mistake the one that rewrote everything didn’t happen during a fight. It happened at night. Lonely. Hurt. Desperate for someone to understand her, Ana did something small. Something ordinary. Something dangerous. She messaged someone she should never have messaged. Not out of betrayal. Not at first. She just wanted advice. A different perspective. A voice outside the suffocating walls of her relationship. She typed out her frustrations. Her confusion. The things she was too embarrassed to admit to her friends. She pressed send. That was it. One message. One conversation that felt harmless. One person who listened a little too carefully. Who asked the right questions. Who understood her a little too well. He didn’t arrive like a hero. He arrived like comfort. And comfort can be far more dangerous than chaos. What started as advice became dependency. What started as conversation became secrecy. What started as harmless slowly turned into something darker something intoxicating. Because sometimes the person who saves you from drowning is the same one who pulls you deeper. Ana thought she was venting. She didn’t realize she was opening a door. This is not a story about a girl who falls in love. It’s about a girl who confuses attention for salvation. Who learns that vulnerability in the wrong hands can become a weapon. Who discovers that some connections don’t destroy you loudly they reshape you quietly. This is a story about a message that should never have been sent. About obsession dressed as understanding. About desire wrapped in danger. About the kind of darkness that feels like home before it feels like ruin. This is Ana’s story. And once you step inside it, there’s no going back.
DaoistMNqBvB · 1.9k Views

THE WHITE LUNA WHO REJECTED THE PACK

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.
Arpan_Porame · 27.9k Views

HANA ANUKI

Hana thought she knew how to play the game. After getting kicked out of every school in the city, the quiet mountain town of Villaluz was supposed to be her final destination. But the rules here are different. When she enters a high-stakes rivalry with Jaden-the town's golden boy with a dark streak-she thinks she's just fighting for status. She doesn't realise she's being groomed. From uncooked meat to dancing with the devil, Jaden is pulling her deeper into a world of primal rituals and ancient shadows. Their "disease" isn't a medical mystery-it's a hunger. In Villaluz, the party doesn't end until the sacrifice is made. And this year, Hana is the guest of honour. Hana felt her pulse thrum in her chest as Jaden stepped closer, the dim light of the room casting shadows across his sharp features. His eyes locked onto hers, piercing, unrelenting, as if he were looking straight into her thoughts. "Look into my eyes, darling," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, brushing over her like a velvet threat. "You, Hana... are worth every single thing. Even if it means taking another's life." She swallowed, forcing her hands to remain steady, refusing to let the tremor in her chest betray her. His gaze sharpened, searching hers, testing. "I'm not very patient. Will you let me?" Hana's lips pressed into a thin line. Her mind screamed caution, yet a flicker of curiosity dared her to meet his challenge. She wouldn't let him see her fear-not fully. She wouldn't give him that. But with an invitation to the most dangerous party of the year and a coded warning from a missing friend, Hana barely realises that she is running out of time. Love is a trap. The village is a cage. written by P.L.ADMIRAL.(praise hope)
Praise_Hope · 1.6k Views

My Pet Fox Is Actually A Demon Prince

Just when Kyva believed her life could not sink any lower, she is auctioned off in a brothel as a sex slave. Refusing to surrender the only dignity she had left, she escapes. Wounded, hunted, and with absolutely nowhere to go, Kyva flees into the wilderness to escape from her captors. There, she stumbles upon an injured white fox caught in a hunter's snare. Despite her own desperate situation, she could not bring herself to ignore the creature's suffering. So she frees it, and against all reason, takes it with her. But after nursing the fox back to health, Kyva expects it to return to the wild where it belongs. But it doesn't. Instead, it continues to follow her. “Little fox,” she tells it one evening, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she prepares to move again. “I don't have food. I don't even have a place to sleep. I'm being hunted by slave traders. We should go our separate ways.” —-- Minutes later, Kyva wakes up after collapsing from exhaustion. To her surprise, she finds fresh fruits, good clothes and clean water laid carefully beside her. The white fox sits nearby, watching her with unsettling intelligence. 'Obviously, you need me more than I need you,' the fox thinks coldly, tail swishing in mild disdain. 'If not for the inconvenience of you being my mate, I would have left you to starve in the wild.' While Kyva believes she rescued a helpless creature, she may have unknowingly bound herself to something far more dangerous. As she journeys deeper into an unfamiliar land inhabited by beast men and women, Kyva begins to carve out a fragile new life for herself. The more she learns about this strange world, the more her mysterious fox companion refuses to leave her side, and seems determined to drive away anyone who gets too close.
Sky_8457 · 1.7k Views

Torn Between Fangs And Claws

(Warning: Mature Content) A maid’s life is lived in the shadows. A Queen’s life is written in blood. Vespera was a ghost in the Valerius Estate—invisible, disposable, and safe. That safety shattered the moment Malphas Valerius, the brutal Mafia Vampire King, looked at her and decided she belonged to him. No courtship. No choice. With a ring forced onto her finger and a vow sealed in ancient blood, Vespera is traded from a life of service to a life of gilded torment. To the underworld, she is the new Vampire Queen. To Malphas, she is simply his latest acquisition. He does not love; he owns. And he keeps his treasures under a suffocating shroud of silk and violence. But the King is hiding a monster in his cellar. Chained beneath the mansion’s cold stone floors is Caspian Thalassar—a captured Werewolf Alpha intended to be broken. He was supposed to be a trophy of war, yet the moment Vespera enters his cell, the predator awakens. She is not his mate. She is not his destiny. But she is the only thing that makes his heart beat again. Caspian can smell the lie in her veins. He can feel the power radiating off her skin. Malphas didn't marry a maid; he trapped a power in a birdcage. In a palace built on cruelty, Vespera is the match. Between a King who wants her soul and an Alpha who wants her blood, she must decide: Will she wear the crown, or will she burn the empire to the ground? THIS AN 18+ NOVEL THAT INCLUDES VIOLENCE AND MATURE THEMES. READ WITH CAUTION.
Darklyn_ · 13.2k Views