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The Trap Door

Trapped by the Prince

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||
Dan_does_it_all · 82.8K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 599 Views

-Behind Closed Doors-

For all those who've been going down a dark path- it's never too late to turn around. Drugs. Heartbreak. Silence. He was seventeen and already done with life. He didn’t want to die. He just wanted the pain to end. She left him. The only light in his life had left him. And she wasn’t the first. Because everyone abandoned Adam. He was never enough. But Logan, the school’s party guy, seemed to have taken a liking to this loner. He teaches him how to numb the pain. But the drugs never drowned everything out. Adam’s life keeps spiraling further. Pressure keeps building around him. His coping mechanisms only throw him deeper into the darkness. Will Adam escape the spiral he was thrown into, or will his momentum keep up until he’s in grave? This Webnovel explores themes of suicide, depression, the consequences of drug use, the fragility of mental health, the stigma surrounding emotional vulnerability, toxic masculinity, isolation, miscommunication, bullying and it’s consequences, cycles of neglect, the ignoring of minor’s mental issues, the unknown effects of words and actions on others, and the duality of addiction. !Trigger Warning! You might think that just because I- the author of this book- am thirteen years old, this book will be safe, soft, and mostly child friendly. It is not. Be warned before you delve into Adam Carter's seriously messed up mind; this book is not made for the faint of heart.  It deals with themes of depression, suicide, and bullying. There are many scenes where characters are doing a plethora of different illegal drugs. Underage characters drink alcohol. Be prepared for some fighting, descriptions of sometimes brutal injuries, themes of self harm, suicidal ideation, emotional and physical neglect, swearing, and trauma. This book is not written to glorify or encourage any of those things. This book is written to show what we often hide behind our closed doors, to raise awareness, and to show what NOT to do.  You have been warned. Those of you who are left, leave your world and enter a broken mind. 
AuthorMostafa · 5.2K Views

Trapped In The Billionaire’s Fairytale

Bianca Bennett has always played by the rules — the obedient daughter in a scandal-stained family, the perfect pawn in a world where appearances are everything. But when her powerful father arranges her marriage to cold, calculating billionaire Kayden Russo, Bianca’s carefully contained world begins to crack. The wedding may be a business deal, but neither of them are prepared for the emotional storm that follows. Kayden Russo has never believed in fairytales. Haunted by abandonment and betrayal, he’s built walls no one can breach. To him, love is a weakness, and trust is currency. But Bianca’s fire, her resistance, and the secrets in her eyes begin to chip away at his defenses — even as he keeps his own hidden. Trapped on a private island honeymoon, forced to play the part of the perfect couple, Bianca and Kayden’s relationship evolves from icy power plays to something more volatile — and dangerously intimate. Yet just as their walls begin to fall, new threats emerge. A mysterious figure from Bianca’s past resurfaces. Kayden’s own haunted history is dragged into the light. And beneath the glamour of their new life lies a deep web of lies, family betrayals, and buried truths neither of them saw coming. With loyalties torn and sabotage closing in, Bianca must decide whether the man she’s beginning to love is her salvation — or her greatest undoing. Because this isn’t just a marriage of convenience. It’s a war of hearts, power, and survival. And in this billionaire fairytale, happily ever after might cost them everything.
immanuellaeffiom12 · 5.7K Views
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