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THE UNMADE!

```THE UNMADE. !``` `PROLOGUE` “AAAHHH!” Noel Rowan’s scream tore through the house, a jagged, broken sound that didn’t belong to a child. Pain exploded through his chest. He gasped, clawing at the blood that soaked his shirt, his lungs on fire. His mother shoved him backward—hard. “Go! Get—get down!” Her voice was ragged, terrified, but steady enough to push him to the ground. The world spun as he fell, and the smell hit him first: copper, iron, death. He saw them. Daniel Rowan slumped against the staircase, face a mask of blood, eyes wide and frozen. A dozen dark, unrelenting shapes loomed over him. And then… Milo. His little brother. Still, silent, broken. His bones… snapped like dry twigs under some cruel hand. Noel’s stomach lurched, bile rising. He crawled, useless, toward them, and every shot that ripped through their bodies echoed in his head, the sickening crack of shattered bones, the wet, echoing thud as they hit the floor. “Fucking… move!” someone spat, cold, merciless. But Noel couldn’t move. He could only watch. Could only feel every pulse of horror as Claire’s scream broke like glass in the air, then cut off too quickly, gone, swallowed by the room. “No… No, no, no!” Noel clawed at the floor, at the wall, at air. His own body was screaming now, blood pouring down, chest heaving. Pain had no edges. Pain had no mercy. The shooters didn’t stop. One by one, bone by bone, flesh and life… they dismantled everything he loved. The smell of gunpowder, the smell of fear, the smell of blood and ruined innocence, all mixed in the air, thick, choking, inescapable. He pressed his hands to his wound, tasting iron, tasting grief, tasting rage that had nowhere to go. His mother’s face flashed before his eyes—her eyes wide, her lips trembling as she pushed him aside, sacrificing herself for him. His father… Milo… all gone. Every breath now heavy with emptiness. The room fell silent, finally. The killers left, shadows slipping into the night. But Noel’s scream stayed. It rattled the walls, echoed through his chest, bounced off the ceiling, and burned into the marrow of his bones. He was alive. Somehow. Broken. Shattered. Unmade.
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Love in the Shadows _Unwavering Love

Some stories don’t end with love. Some hearts never heal. And some people love so deeply, it becomes fatal. Ayla Wilson loved Silas Williams for twelve years. For twelve years, he never looked back. She never asked to be chosen, only to stay close. Her love was quiet, invisible, and consuming. She learned how to exist in his shadow without touching his life, how to survive on distance without hope. Until the night she ran. A wedding gown soaked in rain. A locked door. A father who sold her future without remorse. With nowhere left to go, Ayla chose the one place she never should have, Silas. But the man she returned to was no longer a distant memory. He was controlled, restrained, devastatingly silent. He let her stay. He protected her. He never promised love. A marriage formed without desire. A home built on unspoken care. A devotion that grew deeper in silence, until one loss shattered everything. And Ayla learned that "loving someone who cannot say it back can destroy you just as completely as being abandoned." Silas Williams was never cruel. That was his greatest mistake. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t abandon her. He didn’t betray her love. He simply believed that staying was enough. Silas protected Ayla in the only ways he knew quietly, responsibly, without asking for anything in return. He gave her shelter, stability, and a place beside him. He believed love was something proven through actions, not words. He never realized that silence can wound deeper than rejection. He never understood that for someone like Ayla, love needed to be seen, spoken, and held before it was too late. And when everything finally broke, Silas learned the cruelest truth of all: "You can do nothing wrong—and still lose everything." Redemption did not come with grand gestures. It came with regret. With absence. With learning how to love someone who no longer belonged to him. Cause some realizations arrive only after love is gone. And some men spend the rest of their lives chasing the damage they never meant to cause.
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