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The Missed Call - When A Single Missed Ring Becomes The Turning Point Of A Lifetime.

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  Sometimes the smallest silence speaks the loudest. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles The kettle clicked off just as Margaret’s phone lit up on the kitchen bench. She froze, wooden spoon hovering over the saucepan, heart thudding with a ridiculous, hopeful flutter. For a moment she didn’t breathe. The screen glowed in the dim morning light filtering through the blinds. Unknown number. Her shoulders sagged. Not him. Not today either. Steam curled from the pot of porridge she’d stirred out of habit, though she rarely finished more than a few spoonfuls these days. The house felt too big, too quiet, too full of echoes that used to be laughter. She wiped her hands on her apron and shuffled to the phone, tapping the screen with a sigh. A telemarketer. She hung up. The silence that followed felt heavier than the call itself. She glanced at the clock. Nearly 9. He’d be at work by now. Or may...

THE DOCTOR’S SECRET - Some Secrets Aren’t Buried — They’re Living Next Door

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  A shocking tale of identity, betrayal, and the doctor who rewrote dozens of lives. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles She was halfway across the pedestrian crossing on Collins Street when her phone buzzed again — the same unknown number, the same message preview that made her stomach drop. “We need to talk. It’s about your father.” The tram bell clanged, jolting her back. She stepped onto the footpath, heart thudding, breath sharp in the cool Melbourne air. She didn’t open the message. She couldn’t. Not here, not with strangers brushing past, not with her pulse hammering like she’d just sprinted the length of Bourke Street Mall. She shoved the phone into her coat pocket and kept walking, but the words followed her like a shadow. It’s about your father. Except the man she called her father had been dead for twelve years. And the person texting her claimed he wasn’t her father at all. ...

THE MAN WHO MADE HER FEEL ALIVE - When Every Kiss Feels Like A Climax, Every Fight Feels Like The End

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  He made her feel alive — but never safe Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles THE STORM Sophie Lang was standing in the middle of a rain‑soaked street in Melbourne, her dress clinging to her skin, mascara bleeding down her cheeks, while Aiden Cole screamed at a taxi driver who’d refused to take them. “You think you can leave her standing here like this?” Aiden shouted, fists clenched. The driver rolled up his window and sped off. Sophie blinked through the downpour, heart thudding. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Aiden turned to her, eyes blazing, chest heaving. “You okay?” he asked, voice softer now. She nodded. He pulled her into his arms. She felt like she was in a movie. That was the problem. Everything with Aiden felt like a scene — dramatic, intense, unforgettable. Their first kiss had been in a thunderstorm. Their first fight had ended with him punching a wall. The...

🌙 THE GIRL WHO LOVED CHAOS - When chaos feels like home, even heartbreak becomes addictive.

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  Some women chase love. Emily chased danger… because danger felt familiar. A narrative about toxic relationship. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles Emily Carter was running barefoot down a Bondi backstreet at midnight, her breath tearing through her lungs, her heart slamming against her ribs like it was trying to escape. The pavement was cold and rough beneath her feet, but she barely felt it. All she could see was Jake Lawson sprinting ahead of her, a stolen motorbike helmet tucked under his arm, laughing like a man who believed the world was his playground. “Jake! Stop!” she shouted, voice cracking. He didn’t. He never did. A police siren wailed somewhere behind them, slicing through the night. Emily’s pulse spiked. She wasn’t built for this — she was a graphic designer who liked quiet cafés and early mornings. But Jake? Jake was a storm in human form. And she kept walking straight into h...