Novels

My five-year-old daughter jumped to her death at school. I wasn't in a rush, but her teacher was losing it. She kept calling and texting, saying my daughter was dead and that I needed to get to the school ASAP. I just turned my phone off and chilled, watching a movie marathon. Last time, I’d gotten that call from the teacher, and I’d rushed to the school like a crazy person. Only to see my daughter's cold, lifeless body. The teacher said that before she jumped, my daughter kept crying about how her mom beat her all the time. That she couldn't take it anymore and had

It was our anniversary, and Mark was taking me to a Chanel show. But the moment we stepped into the venue, some random girl smacked me across the face. I went to retaliate, but Mark held me back. He insisted she must have mistaken me for someone else, that I should just let it go, and “respect the rules of an international event.” Later, I caught him cornering her in a back hallway. The girl’s eyes were filled with a mix of love and smug satisfaction. “Thank you, Mark, for bringing me to the show and letting me practice slapping your wife. I’ll work extra hard

On our eighth anniversary, I found a pair of men's underwear in the pocket of Mark’s expensive coat – and they definitely weren't his size, or mine. When I confronted him with them, he just shrugged, all ice and attitude: “I must have accidentally grabbed the wrong size for you, that’s all. You're always jumping to conclusions. I should've just thrown them away!” I didn't say anything, just dumped the elaborate dinner I'd prepared into the trash. Later that night, Mark's "forever girl," halfway across the world, posted a picture on Instagram. It showed a man's hand gently massaging her back. On that

I came back from the dead, and the first thing I did was hit up a doc and get my eyeballs scooped out. Now I was a blind girl. Last time around… I was in this art competition with my boyfriend's 'golden girl' – the girl he was obsessed with. This "art prodigy" girlfriend of his was all smug, and then bam, she drops a painting that's identical to mine. On live TV, in front of everyone watching, she calls me out for copying her. I try to defend myself, but my boyfriend, who's a judge on the panel, just straight-up slaps me. "I

Alexander Morrison doesn't love me, nor does he love our daughter. The only person he loves is his first love, Charlotte Clarke.

A year later, I was getting married and Tiffany, out of nowhere, flew back into town. The second she saw my wedding ring, the one Sarah had picked out, Tiffany, the spoiled princess, completely lost it. She forced a smile, all strained and fake. “Tao,” she said, her voice tight, “You gonna take that off yourself, or do I have to do it for you?” She was shaking. “Just tell me what ring you want, I’ll buy you anything. Please, just throw that thing away." 1. I kept my wedding small, just a dozen close friends and family for a laid-back dinner. My

The hurricane warnings were blaring, but my mom was dead set on airing out the apartment. "Mom, it's dangerous," I told her, "don't open the windows." But, as usual, she knew better. In the middle of the night, while I was asleep, she snuck out and yanked open the sliding doors to the balcony. The wind went wild. The glass shattered, a hurricane exploding right into the living room. I was thrown off the couch, the wind lifting me like a rag doll. I reached for my mom, begging her to pull me back. She was terrified, but not for me. She kicked my hands

Fresh out of college, no job prospects. Then my cousin, Jessica, got pregnant and asked me to help out with the postpartum period. Room and board, plus a measly $1800 a month. From tending to Jess, bathing and changing the baby, to cleaning the whole house and cooking for everyone, it was all on me. Then a wealthy woman from our gated community, Mrs. Sterling, heard about how detail-oriented I was, and wanted to poach me to care for her sister after she gave birth. $30,000 a month, only focusing on the new mom. A full-time nanny would handle the baby. Jessica straight-up turned her

I was on a tour with my boyfriend when the tour guide started with the sob stories and sales pitches. I tried to get the older folks to think straight about their spending, but they turned on me and dragged me through the mud online. My boyfriend said I was heartless and cost him a chance to get rich. "If you hadn't stopped me, I'd be rolling in emeralds!" he whined. I broke up with him, but he forced me off the bus, and then some thugs ripped out my organs and dumped my body across the border. It wasn't