Contemporary Romance



There was always calm before the storm. Kay never knew what that truly meant until the storm came knocking at her front door. In Hollywood there are only two options you either sink or swim. There is no middle ground. She's determined to ride the wave.

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2 months ago
I literally can't wait for more this is sooooooooo good. Is she going to find out? Is he the love interest in the story and when do you update? Five out of five for sure.


Status: c5 9 months ago
Though not a fan of romance oriented novels, this one is really good. The first five chapters I've read so far, are well written. The quality is fantastic, the characters are well fitted, the storyline is progressing well, so far and the world building is good. 
Just on a side note, it's better to be engaging the readers in conversation. Especially, through the author's note before publishing.
Excellent job, my fellow author.


Status: c1 8 months ago
You have kept to short paragraphs, good. It makes it easier to follow and suited to a faster pace for suspense and action. The opening paragraph is good, as opening statements are important to catch the reader.

Chapter 1: The Storm Part One

It was nearly two in the morning, but Kay couldn't sleep. There was too much adrenaline rushing through her body as she sped down the long stretch of road. She was already having second thoughts.

'Maybe I could go back... He probably doesn't even know I'm gone.' she thought for a split second.

She knew she could never go home. Not back to Tae Yang not back to the place she once called home. Not back to her very own personal monster in hell. Instead, she kept her eyes focused on the road.

"Please, God, just let him help. I don't want to live like this anymore." She prayed out loud to no one in particular. She just hoped someone was listening to her. At this point, she didn't care what God it was.

His estate was massive, a large modern mansion that sat on perfect manicure green grass. Different bushes from all over the world and a large custom made black marble statue.

She cut the car off and wobbled her way to the steps. The anxiety was setting in. Her throat felt tight. The young whelps on her side and torso were burned like fire. The door was a foreboding sight for her to see. It was mocking her for being too stupid for choosing wrong all those many months ago.

She knocked on the door twice, rung the doorbell and waited. The porch light cut on nearly immediately, then the sound of the door unlocking. She looked back to her car then down to her phone, eerily quiet.

'I could run. I don't have to face him...' She swallowed thickly, mulling over her options.

'Where would I go?'


'To jail for murder.'

Back to Tae Yang... Back to him, seething with anger. He probably noticed by now that she was gone. He was perhaps already in a rage trashing their house. Cursing her name like a prayer.

The door swung opened, and blue eyes locked with brown. First confusion, his mouth set in a smile. Then it fell just as fast as he looked over her body used, bruised, and broken.

"Kay?" His perfect features darkened. He stared at her and looked around for anyone else. She hung her head in shame, running into his unexpecting arms, sobbed into his chest.

"P-please, don't turn me away..." She stumbled over her words. She choked up; she had to admit to herself that she missed him.

She sobbed harder than she ever had in her life. Like a weight had been lifted from her burden massive shoulders. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He only wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her in closer.

She cried as if her brain was being shredded from the inside. Emotional pain flowed out of her every pore. From her mouth came a cry from so raw that even she didn't recognize.

At that moment, the arms squeezed a fraction tighter, and Kay breathed more slowly, her body melting into Hikaru as every muscle loss in the tension to the winter air.

"What the fuck happen to you?!" He said harshly, not moving from his spot. She didn't protest as he hugged her tighter. She didn't care that it hurt when his muscle flexed as he pulled her in even more.

She didn't answer him; she only cried harder. Hands falling to her side as she pressed her busted face into his chest.

He paused and looked at the expansion of his massive property. Dipping his mouth to her ear and whispering softly.

"Let's go inside before the paparazzi spot you." He whisked her in quickly, shutting the door behind him.

They stood in the living room in silence as the wood fire crackled feet away from them. She took in the smell of his home. Everything looked the same, his house was nothing but luxurious. He had been up a bottle of jack on the coffee table with a whiskey glass next to it.

"Kay, what the fuck-" He stopped and took her in entirely in the light of his living room. Eyes wide and filled with a mix of emotions. His blue eyes were cloudy. Trying to piece everything together. She could feel the air being taken from her lungs.

What was she supposed to say? She didn't even have a plan. All she knew was that she needed to get away from Tae.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him. There was no trace of tears, not in his eyes, his face only seemed to get redder and redder as he watched her. His eyes narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. At that moment, she could feel the room get tense.

"I... I'm sorry." She tried to speak, but she lost her voice. Adrenaline floods her system, It pumped and beat like it wanted to escape. She thought her heart might explode eyes wide with fear. As he began to speak with a hoarse throat.

"Who did this to you?" His jaw locked up. He cut her off quickly. Hands clutched to his side in tight white-knuckled fists.

It felt like someone poured gasoline onto the sparks of fear in her stomach. He took her bruised face into his alabaster palms and inspected her. Gently pressing the soft pads of his digits into the purple welts all over her once pretty face.

"Did Tae do this to you?" He said in disbelief.

She sucked in air as his thumb pressed a bit too hard in a new punch mark. He quickly removed his hands and took her hands in his.

"I'm sorry..." He looked down at their joint hands.

"I wanted to talk to you!" She snatched her hands away from him and clutched onto the rim of her nightgown.

"I wanted to tell you, somebody, anyone. I was too scared. I was too weak." She sniffled.

The memories flooded her mind like water rushing into a sinking ship. Waking to the sound of breaking glass. His hands tightening around her throat. The sound of her crying out for him to stop. The back of his hand across her face.

The punches to her gut the threats he made after. She wasn't good enough for anyone. No one loved her, he was the only one who would ever love her. She deserved it. She was a piece of shit! Garbage! A waste of space!

'Im the only one who fucking loves you Kay-' she replayed his words in her head. They broke her down over time. She was broken.

"Weak? He beat the shit out of you!" He quickly calmed himself down, pinching the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. He looked at her one more time before turning away and mumbling something in Japanese she couldn't hear.

She didn't even realize she was half-dressed. Just a too thin blue nightgown with no shoes. Hair wild from trying to run from the multi-million dollar prison she and Tae Yang shared.

"Come upstairs, I'll run you a bath and call my doctor." He quickly made his way up the spiral staircase.

She couldn't do anything but obey.