Ma Am You Have Been Uncovered Novels & Stories

He just watched me, his brows slowly lowering from amusement to concern. “Are you okay?” he asked. That stopped me mid-swing. “Huh?” I muttered. His voice wasn’t teasing or smug. He actually sounded serious. “Amara exposed you without your consent,” he said softly. “How was it? Are you okay?” Something in his eyes made me forget my irritation and flustered embarrassment. I let out a long breath and looked away, really thinking about how I felt. “It wasn’t bad,” I admitted slowly. “I thought that… being revealed to the world would be terrifying. I’ve been hiding for so long, I didn’t know what would happen if people saw me.”

Quickly Amira tugged the herbs and administered them to him My poor uncle, he doesn’t even know he has super powers, his hatred towards the kingdom made him blind, Amira was petrified for her uncle. “What is wrong with me girl?” Joel asked with a shaky voice. “Nothing uncle, you are exhausted I guess.” She spoke out, calmly but unsureness could be detected in her voice. She avoided facing him. “We are going to have…” she stopped and gazed shockingly at the door. Her dad overheard them, it was time the truth got out,

Unwinding the wire sealing the portfolio, he took out a flash drive and a note. 'Twenty five years and you never changed. Still cunning as always, burying your lies under the rag. Dead men tell no tales is it? What if one of corpses you got rid of, rise from the grave and hunt you down? Come to the old apartment, you fairly remember it do you? 'Cause I do. Just incase you forget I'll have your memories refreshed.' Cole noticed his hands were sweating hard, he never felt so threatened in ages. After reading that note, he then shifted his gaze to the silver flashdrive on his palm with a label 'open me' and a skull symbol after that.

Even broken bones could be healed rapidly! It was a miraculous drug! Pamela and her parents had tried calling Samuel multiple times. They wanted to express their gratitude and ask about the ointment. Pamela had once thought that Samuel fancied her, and that was why he'd gifted her the ointment. However, Samuel had never expressed his opinion about this before. Later on, when Samuel was pushed to a corner, he said that the ointment was from someone else and that it had nothing to do with him.

Something that made Adelard ask, "Are you hiding something?" It was clear that Theo was struggling with himself. But sincerity and devotion made him say, "I think I know how Celeste got all your signatures." Holding out the envelope to him, Theo silently stood up and left for the kitchen. For what was in the envelope required that Adelard be alone. Carelessly unwrapping the envelope and seeing a few pictures, at first, he didn't understand what it was. But when he got a clear look at the image, he fell even lower, to where the flames of the fire had taken hold of his sinful soul.

She lunged forward, reaching for the envelope, but Camellia jerked it behind her. “Why?” Amy’s voice sharpened. “I don’t feel like opening it,” Camellia muttered, cold, brittle. “Cami, listen….. ignoring it won’t make it disappear. We need to know.” For a beat Camellia stood still, then, with a reluctant breath, she tore it open. The paper rasped under her fingers as jagged red letters emerged, screaming Anonymous. Her hands trembled as she unfolded the sheet. “How long will you pretend your hands

That will be me! I wasn’t acting when I cried and sobbed or even shook. That was all real, and it has now hit me just how messed up all this is. I don’t like being vulnerable, but right now I am more vulnerable than I have been since I was a child. This has been an eye-opener, and it has taken me to see the body of the girl who would have been a good friend to make me realise I’m well and truly fucked.

“It’s alright, I just want you to get better, besides I should be thanking you, you took the bullet for me.” He chuckled. “Classic Romeo and Juliet.” They both laughed and then he frowned. “Aiden, did you get him?” She sighed, smiled lightly and turned to pick up the TV remote. “See for yourself.” She said and switched on the TV, turning the volume up. “It has been headline news since yesterday.” “Since Yesterday? Isn’t that when it happened?” She chuckled. “That was the day before yesterday, you have been unconscious since then and a day has passed. Today is Monday.”

She let the words cut, let them burn—because with every insult, every lie, every twisted meme, the fire inside her didn't just grow; it forged something hard and unbreakable from the ashes of her old self. A year ago, they called her elegant. Graceful. The next big thing. Now? She was ruined. Used. Desperate. And yet—she was alive. Her phone rang, the sound a jarring intrusion. Mama. She answered on the second ring, her thumb hovering over the screen. “Amara,” Lena’s voice trembled, a frantic, loving plea. “Are you watching this? The news? The things they’re saying?” “I’m seeing it,” Amara said, her voice a flat, emotionless line.