The heart monitor beeped. 

The light flickered.

Her heavy eyelids rose. 

Anna Davidson. Since the day she turned nine, she's been the hospital's favourite. Every nurse, every patient knows her. She's become the hospital's most 'tragic hello,' and tragedies have become her favorite. Faith is dancing on her dying hope's bed. Her eyes blinking tears, she's holding the label her boyfriend gave her.

Aaron Peterson, the heir of the billion-dollar company. The only person who sees the hidden secrets in his mansion. He knows something dark is lurking behind the walls of HIS study. He just doesn't know what. 

The hospital's favorite meets the heir. Faith now dances in her heart, with hope sitting alive on the bed. But when the storm strikes, her house floods with her hidden secrets. 

He's finding that out. 

He's not allowed to get caught up with her.

He does anyway, and, oh, her poor heart. 

Just Another Tragedy is created by Laiba Naveed, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Just Another Tragedy

Happy new year. You didn't write back again, and I didn't wait. The mailman didn't show up at our house either. Maybe he got tired of seeing the same upsetting look. I got tired too, but sometimes the hope does breathe in me as if at the next doorbell the mailman would be standing there with your letter in his hand saying 'finally your wait became worth it.' But it never happens. 


The day after tomorrow is my 9th birthday. I'm just telling you so that you remember it. I don't know if you have forgotten that also or not. 


Mom is taking care of everything. From the birthday celebrations to the bills you left her with. With no previous job history, it was hard for her to become the father of this family. But I think you already knew that. And yet still left with no explanation. It was not even a proper goodbye. The previous day was all smiles, and the next day, you deserted us without even glancing back. I don't know why I'm still writing. 


Letter Twelve