Harlan Covington

The village hall in a quiet corner of Yorkshire was old but cosy. Children crowded the room, eyes fixed

Her name was Eleanor, clutching at fragile threads of memory, but I couldn’t forgive the betrayal

He calls me to his family home—but I refuse to be their maid. My name is Emily, I’m twenty-six.

Lydia stood before the door of Steven’s flat, nervously twisting the handle of her bag. Two and a half

The Unexpected Visitor Emily and James sat at the head of the table, glowing with happiness.

“Will Mum be coming? Cancel it! My ex is coming over!” Elizabeth stood at the stove as the

Once, a woman named Elizabeth dreamed of having a daughter. But fate, with its usual sense of irony

He wasn’t what you expected at all… “Mum and Dad are coming this weekend,” said Emily, trying to sound casual.

In a quaint little town just outside London, where the glow of cosy pubs and bistros entices foodies

“Have you no shame? You don’t have kids, and I’m a mother!”—how my sister-in-law caused a