Fiction
The Inheritance
When Claire returned to her grandfather’s mansion in Normandy, the house felt more like a mausoleum than a home. Dust floated in the golden light of sunset, and the walls seemed to whisper with the weight of unspoken stories. She’d come to sign a few papers, collect her inheritance, and leave — nothing more.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Chapters
The Deal at Dawn
The city was still asleep when Vincent parked his car near the port of Marseille. The air smelled of salt and diesel, and the horizon was painted in bruised shades of blue. In the passenger seat, a black leather bag rested quietly — heavier than he expected, heavier than guilt itself.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Chapters
The Coin Toss
It was midnight in Lyon when Thomas flipped the coin. Heads — he’d take the job. Tails — he’d walk away. He’d always made decisions like this: fast, careless, pretending that fate had a sense of humor. But this time, the coin didn’t fall on the floor. It landed on the hotel bed, perfectly balanced on its edge, trembling under the yellow light. He laughed nervously. “Guess I’m stuck in the middle,” he muttered.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Chapters
Ashes of Fortune
Adrien had once been the kind of man who believed money could fix anything. After his first success — a lucky investment, a few well-timed trades — he built a world of glass and light around himself. The kind of world where silence was golden and friendship was a transaction.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Chapters
The Weight of Gold
Lucien had never seen so much money in one place. The suitcase lay open on the hotel bed, its metallic edges gleaming in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Bundles of crisp euros, perfectly aligned, like rows of silent soldiers waiting for his command. For a long moment, he just stared. He’d spent years in debt, years chasing shadows of luck — and now, fortune had simply walked into his hands.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 287
“I know you’re all embarrassed. I can only say this happened in br as daylight under the eyes of armed guards. Now, you’re probably wondering, ‘what does this have to do with business?’ It has everything to do with it,” Loreen explained.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
The Day Everything Went Wrong
It all began with a loud, shrill beep at 7:30 a.m. — my alarm clock announcing the start of what I believed would be an ordinary Tuesday. I groaned, hit snooze, and rolled over, only to realize something horrifying: I had set my alarm thirty minutes late. My first meeting of the day was at 8:00 a.m. sharp.
By abdul qadirabout a year ago in Chapters
The Cabin
I left the cabin for the first time, on my own terms. It did not kick me out, catch fire, or try to harm me in any way. Maria walked me to the door and waved goodbye from the window. We had sat together for hours discussing our life. She wanted to know what happens to us, and why we needed to come back to the cabin and find the artefact. I couldn’t find it in my heart to tell her.
By ThatWriterWomanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Last Gift of Mister Box
The Last Gift of Mister Box Subtitle: A Legacy Beyond Time In the quiet town of Evermere, where fog hung low and the clocks chimed in soft harmony, there lived an old inventor named Mister Box. His real name was Theodore Boxley, but everyone simply called him Mister Box—for no one in town could remember a time when he wasn’t tinkering with mysterious boxes, gears, and glowing gadgets in his creaky workshop.
By abdul qadirabout a year ago in Chapters
Jama Taqseem Episode 11 & 12
The most recent episodes of Jama Taqseem were an emotional rollercoaster, especially as Qais navigated the mayhem surrounding him. Talha Chahour continues to flourish in this capacity. Last week, we watched him pulled between his family and his niece Sidra's safety, facing his nephew Zeeshan, and seeing the toxic environment in his house. This week continued off just where it left off, with Qais saying his goodbyes to his parents before moving in with Laila. Talha gave a nuanced and profound performance here. The way his voice cracked slightly as he glanced at his father and inquired, "Abba ji?" — without an answer — before turning to his mother for consolation, was heartbreakingly beautiful. His whisper to her, full of optimism yet laced with regret, truly touched me.
By Raviha Imranabout a year ago in Chapters
Knotted Roots - Part 15. Content Warning.
I woke up early, my body aching from the heartbreak of Pa’s passing mere hours ago. Jane lay sound asleep beside me. She looked so peaceful, perfect. Her long brunette hair covered her shoulders as she lay on her side. I slipped out of the covers and quietly made my way downstairs, eager to feed the insatiable hunger rumbling in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if I even ate anything yesterday, and it felt as if I hadn’t eaten in a week! I found a box of cereal and poured it into a bowl, splashing the top with milk. I sat in silence, peering out the windows as dawn broke over the mountains, a cool breeze in the air. It looked as if there was hope in the air, a fresh morning with clear skies and birds chirping in the distance. It would be a morning my father would have enjoyed. He would’ve been enjoying the newspaper, the window open, and his coffee sitting nearby. I stretched as I stood from the old wooden chair, and I washed the bowl, leaving it atop a towel to dry. I poured myself some coffee and made my way to the porch, breathing in the new day. “Don’t worry, Pa, no one’s taking this ranch from us. I’ll make you proud.” I said aloud, in a low, steady voice as I leaned against a post. And then I heard the grumbling sound of that old mustang, followed by a dust cloud. Great! Just when I thought I’d find peace. If it’s a fight he wants, it’s a fight he’ll get. Greg slid his mustang to a halt in front of the porch. “You!” Greg seemed annoyed and angered. “You can get back in that pretty lil car of yours, ain’t nothin’ for ya here.” Sipping on my coffee, I eyed him like a predator watching its prey. “You’re the reason Grace broke off our engagement.” “I think that was a long time comin’.” Greg stormed towards me, huffing and inches from my face. I didn’t flinch, I embraced the moment! “I’m coming for everything! You hear me! Everything!” “He told you to leave. I suggest you do just that.” Jane’s voice broke the tension and surprised both Greg and I. She shouldn’t be out here. This was my battle, yet I’m starting to realize Jane is a lot tougher than anyone gives her credit for. “What’s this? You just sleeping with all the women in town?” Greg sneered, my anger boiling, my muscles tensing as he was getting too bold. “Wait til Grace hears about this! Or maybe, I should just take this lil beauty!” Greg’s perverted smirk caused my soul to twist in anger. I violently grabbed Greg by his shirt, yanking him upwards, piercing into his empty soul like I was about to devour it myself. “Watch your tongue, snake!” I gritted, shoving him off the porch, causing him to stumble to the ground. “Hey! You’ll regret that.” I stepped forward, blocking his eyesight of Jane, “Jasper…” I heard Jane whisper my name, her arm slinking around me. It caused me to relax just slightly, comforted by her confidence. I held my eyes on Greg; the clear annoyance on his face was satisfying. “I suggest you refrain from returning here, Greg, for your sake.” I threatened, as he scowled and scurried into his mustang, whipping it around, leaving Jane in and I in dust on the porch. “What was that all about?” “Nothing. He and Grace had plotted about getting their hands on my farm. Ever since they found out about Pa’s health.” “Grace?” “He told me everything, Jane. And Grace, well, she can’t be trusted.” “Jasper, you’ve never spoken like that about her.” I thought Jane would’ve been glad to hear about my displeasure with Grace, how I had finally begun to see how manipulative she had been. “Jane, you don’t understand the tricks and games she tormented me with.” “Perhaps, but I still find it hard to believe Grace agreeing to something so vile.” “It doesn’t matter now, Jane.” I embraced her, my hand cupping her sharp jawline, as I kissed her softly.
By Sibley Shamraabout a year ago in Chapters
