a letter for my unborn child

Modern

Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."

Short stories

The sterile white of the hospital waiting room was a grim backdrop to my sister Jessica' s desperate pleas; her son, Ethan, was dying, and my eight-year-old Lily was the only match for a kidney. I refused, unwilling to risk my daughter' s life, but my husband Mark, seemingly my protector, assured m

Short stories

My family was a masterpiece, but underneath, it was rotting. We were the envy of the art world, with my formidable mother, respected father, and charming brother. And then there was me, Chloe, the sensitive artist they cultivated like a prized orchid. But I felt the chill of a long-buried secret,

Short stories

My sister-in-law was pregnant. She said that in our village, giving birth was just a matter of spreading your legs and pushing. But I was worried and insisted that she go for a check-up. It turned out that she had a high-risk pregnancy and needed a C-section to save her and the baby's lives. My neph

Short stories

My eyes snapped open, a raw scream tearing from my throat. It wasn't a dream; it was the horrifying reality I'd already lived: Emily's agonizing death. But now, miraculously, I was back. Back to that very morning, with one mission: stop the tragedy fueled by a letter. Emily's letter, meant as a

Literature

A Letter of Credit by Susan Warner

Werewolf

"Should I burn the world for you or burn for you?" His deep, raw voice sent shivers down my spine. "Kill for you or get killed for you? What should I do before you realize I'm irreparably chained to you?" His hazel eyes darkened, burning with lust and something more. I parted my lips, but words fai

Modern

Here's the translation into English: "In order to make up for the lost 'white moonlight.' My husband designed a plan to switch our child with a stillborn. He comforted me with a pitiful expression, saying, 'We will have more children in the future.' I broke down several times and nearly fell into d

Short stories

My tribe was dying, our sacred Sunbeam Ridge ravaged by the deafening roar of Remington Mining’s bulldozers. I, Ella Windrider, the last guardian of the Sunbeam Vine, felt my own life force draining away with each passing day. They said I had three years away from the Ridge before I withered and die

Modern

I was in a car accident with my husband and his first love at the same time. I begged my husband to save our child, but he chose to save his first love without hesitation. He said that his first love was injured because of me, and that we could have more children. But he doesn't know that we will ne

Modern

"I am the fake daughter of this family. When I was fourteen, my biological mother came to find me. She asked me to take out some money to support my useless brother at home. She wanted me to dig up money from my adoptive parents and give it to them. Seeing her greedy appearance, I reported her

Short stories

The sterile hospital room hummed with the slow, dying breath of my daughter, Gabrielle. My rare family gift, usually a beacon of fortune, felt utterly useless as I watched her slip away. My husband, Andrew, stood cold and calculating, not grieving, but orchestrating a political damage control campa

Romance

Sometimes love finds us in the most unexpected places-through the most unexpected person. At 40, Daniel's life is a careful balance between raising his three children and running the family business. After losing his wife, he built a cold, impenetrable shell around himself-one he has no intention o

Romance

Dave and Evelyn were step-siblings who were bound by their parents' marriage. "You wouldn't dare abort my child! After everything I've done to ensure you get pregnant," Dave snarled, his eyes burning with fury as he grabbed Evelyn by her hair, yanking her head back. His lips crashed against hers wi

Adventure

Blurb: Letters are messages sent from people to reach out or communicate their ideas, intentions, or even feelings to others. Life took a sharp turn for Moses when he got in contact with Kyle a wandering spirit from the dead, trapped in a space of eternity a journey she was too young to take, but wa

Mafia

Trilogy Carluccio: Book 1: A Mother for My Son Book 2: The Father of My Children Book 3: The Son of the Mafia Queen I save the son of an important gangster in Italy from a potential assassination, not knowing that this will turn my life upside down. But how do you escape a man who stole your breat

Billionaires

He was a stranger from a one night stand, the one I gave myself to after learning about my fiancé's infidelity. But I made a mistake- one that brought another life, another bond, a baby. Six years passed and now I'm back in L.A, but it turned out that my mistake was back to haunt me. To break me. T

Literature

There is to-day a widely spread new interest in child life, a desire to get nearer to children and understand them. To be sure child study is not new; every wise parent and every sympathetic teacher has ever been a student of children; but there is now an effort to do more consciously and systematic

Literature

Child of a Century, Complete by Alfred de Musset

Fantasy

A successful businesswoman named Ruby discovers a cache of old love letters in her recently deceased grandmother's attic, she uncovers a family secret that changes everything. She examines the letters, and Ruby finds herself transported back in time to the 1940s, where she meets the dashing young so

Horror

An abandoned warehouse. A woman was lying on a surgical table. Blood was dripping out of the clean cut made on her belly. The blood had formed a small puddle near the foot of the table. The only sound that echoed in the silent night was of a dull thud, when a drop of blood fell on the