Novels by Mia Chuks

Selene's POVI fell back, sobbing in relief.The nurses moved quickly, cleaning the lightly then wrapping her in soft blankets.“It’s a girl,” Dr. Javier announced with a smile.They placed her in my arms first, and I held our daughter for the very first time. My tears ran freely, my whole body shaking as I cradled the little life I had just brought into the world.“She’s perfect,” I whispered.Killian leaned in, pressing a kiss to both of our foreheads. “You both are.”Holding my baby in my arms was the best feeling in the world. Something inside me shifted the moment her tiny weight settled against my chest. It was like the entire world had gone quiet, and all I could hear was her little breaths.But then one of the nurses stepped forward gently. “Luna, it’s time to clean her up properly. Just for a moment, then we’ll bring her back to you.”The thought of letting her go, even for a second, made my chest ache. Still, I nodded slowly and handed her over.The nurses moved quickly, wip

Killian’s POVSelene spent some time holding the baby, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way she kissed the little girl’s forehead, I knew she was imagining our own daughter in her arms and so was I.In just a few months, we’d be parents. A new beginning was waiting for us, and for once in my life, I wasn’t afraid of what the future would bring. I was excited.When we finally returned to my chambers, it was time for her to rest. I held the door open and stepped inside with her, watching as she walked gracefully, despite her little sighs, and sat down on the edge of the bed.Everything about her had changed. She had gained some weight, which only made her glow more and sexy. She sat with a soft sigh, brushing her hair from her face. Then her eyes lifted to me. “Killian,” she said, “to think that you would have taken the joy of a father away from that little princess.”I paused for a second, then let out a long sigh. She was right. The memory of that day haunted me. If it weren’

Selene's POVFrom behind me, Killian’s voice came. “Please, Michael. Don’t hold on to this. Forgive her and let’s move forward from here.”Michael paused. I could feel the tension in his breath. And then, he finally moved. He reached down and lifted my mother from the ground.She looked up at him, her face streaked with tears, trembling like a child. And then he pulled her into an embrace.Something inside me broke and healed all at once. I burst into sobs and wrapped my arms around both of them, holding on as tightly as I could.After all these years, after all the pain and separation, we were finally a family again.***6 MONTHS LATERFather forgave mother, and he returned to the Sacred mountains while she stayed with us. It was a new beginning for all of us.The maids and guards now bowed with respect whenever I passed, and they addressed me as Luna. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was peace. No fear of Lucian. Six months had passed.I sat on the bench, one han

Selene's POVThe guilt in Killian's eyes was impossible to ignore.“Selene…” He said softly. “Every time I close my eyes, I still see your face when I couldn’t stop. You were so pale, and I thought…” He trailed off, shaking his head.I squeezed his hand tighter, forcing him to look at me. “But I’m here,” I whispered. “I’m breathing and I’m alive because you gained control on time. Don’t you dare forget that.”He looked unconvinced, but I didn’t let him speak. I raised my free hand and touched his cheek. “If you spend the rest of your life blaming yourself, you’ll miss everything we fought for. We didn’t come this far just for you to punish yourself.”He leaned into my palm, closing his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured.“You won’t have to,” I said with a soft smile. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”For the first time, I felt some of the tension in him ease. After a while, I drifted into sleep. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was already brig

Killian's POVHer blood… gosh, her blood tasted so good. It was like drinking the sweetest honey, and I didn’t want to stop.“Killian, please stop!”The voice echoed in my ears, but I didn’t even know who was speaking, all I knew was the taste of Selene.But deep inside, I knew what I was doing. I knew this was her blood, my Selene’s blood, and I was draining her. I wanted to stop, but the sweetness overpowered reason. My body screamed to keep going, to take more. It was like a force pushing me deeper.But then, as her trembling voice kept calling my name, it came with memories. How she told me to trust her. How she said our bond was stronger than this blood pull. How she believed I could fight it.I growled against her skin, my fangs still in her, but my mind pushed its way back to control. I forced myself to stop.When I lifted my head, her pale face came into view. And my gaze… my gaze darkened as I saw the damage I’d done.“I'm sorry” I whispered.“It's okay. You did great.” She

Selene's POVKillian and I rushed toward Soteria, my breathing was ragged with fear.“Soteria, quickly,” I gasped, clutching his hand tighter. “We’re going to perform the ritual!”Soteria spun toward us. “Okay, okay stand here, both of you.” She pointed frantically at a circle etched faintly in the dirt.Killian and I scrambled into position. My chest heaved as I looked between them. “What next?”Soteria’s fingers moved, tracing patterns in the air. Sparks came from her palms like liquid light. “I’m making the potion. Both of you have to drink it.”“What?!” My voice cracked with panic. “You could’ve done that earlier—”“It would only take a minute!” Soteria snapped, sweat beading on her temple. “Now stay still.”A minute felt like an eternity. My throat was dry, my legs twitching. I risked a glance back to see Lucian straining, his eyes blazed with fury, while Michael and the other wizards pressed in tight formation, light streaming from their joined hands to bind them in place.“We c

I didn’t go home that night. I left Darius's hotel, but I didn't return home. I drove. No music. No destination. Just Lagos at 2am, empty roads and streetlights making long lines on the windshield. Lagos wasn't known to be quiet, not even at night. But somehow the night was silent. Like it knew I needed the quiet and it was respecting my wish. Darius’ words were still in my head: "I followed instructions. Yours."Instructions I wrote when I was 19 and terrified of my own wanting. Instructions I buried and then dug up and pretended I didn’t recognize.By 4am I was parked outside my house. James’ car was there. His light was on in the study. He was finally back. There was no excitement at the thought of his return. He was probably waiting. Or pretending not to.I sat in the car until the sky turned pale. Then I went inside.He looked up from his laptop. He looked tired. Older. "Where were you?" he asked. There was no anger. Just exhaustion. Like he had finally come to terms with th

I didn’t answer Jessica when she texted again. I didn’t answer Darius either. After the two workers had left, I sat in the dark until the sun came up and the house filled with that thin, grey light that makes everything look like evidence. I didn't know whether to feel guilty for allowing my body control me, or to appreciate the good fuck that had somehow settled my nerves to an extent. My body still tingled from their touch. My pussy ached sweetly, reminding me of how many times they'd brought me to a good end. That was the best fuck I'd ever had. Maybe because it was with two men, but no one, not even Darius had even made me squirt so much I was practically swimming in my juices. I knew the maids would have a field day while cleaning the dining room. We'd made so much mess, it was impossible for them to not know what had happened there. At 9:12am I did the thing I’d been avoiding. I searched for the name: D_arkVisitor and m_hidden19. They appeared on the same forum. Same year.

I didn’t sleep again. At 3am I had returned to Jessica's house and was on her couch with my laptop burning my thighs and a blanket I hadn’t touched."Show me," Jessica said, voice low. I hesitated, then turned the screen toward her.The forum was still up. Archived. My username from 4 years ago: m_hidden19 My last post: "What if the only way I feel free is if I’m not the one choosing?"Under it, 2 replies. The first was some troll. But the second was from a D_arkVisitor:"If you ever mean it, I’ll help you mean it. No judgment. No rescue. Just you, deciding."Jessica read it out loud. Then looked at me. "That phrasing," she said quietly. "Doesn't that sound like Darius's?"My stomach dropped at the statement. I clicked his profile, but it was deleted. But the site kept quote-replies. And there, buried under 4 years of threads, was my reply to him."You wouldn’t know how. You don’t know me."Sent: June 3rd, 2:14am. From an IP address I still used. It was from the first home James

I didn’t sleep. At 6:40am the sky turned grey and I was still sitting on the bathroom floor with my phone, the collar on the counter, and 6 drafts staring back at me.All sent from a burner email I made at 19.miriam.hidden@gmail.comI opened the first one.Date: March 12th, 4 years ago.To:Subject: If you’re serious [redacted]"I don’t want to be asked. I want to be told. Then I want to choose to obey. Can you do that without making me feel small afterwards?"I read it twice. My hands went cold.That was Darius’ exact tone. Low. Certain. No pleading.Second draft."Don’t convince me to stay. If I leave, let me. If I come back, it’s because I decided to."Word for word what he said to me last night.The third draft was worse.A list. Tasks. Boundaries. Safe words. Things I told myself I’d never say out loud. Things I had just lived through with him.I closed the app. I opened it again. Like that would miraculously change the things that were there. Maybe someone hacked me. Maybe it wa

The car was still. I hadn't started it, too confused with the thoughts that spiraled in my head. I just sat still, stains of his release still covered my dress. The strap of my gown had slid down to reveal an almost red spot where he'd bit me. My nipples still ached from his mouth. My pussy still throbbed from his size and how good he'd made me feel. But somehow, those feelings weren't enough to settle me. The hotel behind me was still. Everything felt like they were holding their breath. Waiting..My phone screen lit up in my hand."Do you now know why you keep choosing me?"I didn’t answer. Because the question wasn’t about Darius anymore. It was about me. I thought I loved the freedom. I thought I wanted it. But I wasn't so sure anymore. How could I? When freedom was looking like it should?I started the engine. The road was empty at 12:20am. Lagos at night always felt like a secret. Like the city was holding its breath just for you.I drove without music. Just the sound of my bre

I left earlier after Jessica called, her voice still lingering in my head even after the line went dead. She had dropped the call and then disappeared into whatever life waited for her outside mine.Now, i was in my room, unable to sleep. The house was silent, not calm because my mind wasn't. Not restful. Just… silent in a way that pressed against my ears, like it was asking me questions.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, counting the slow rhythm of my breathing. It didn’t help. My mind refused to settle.It kept drifting back to Darius.I shut my eyes briefly, as if that would block him out, but it only made things worse.His voice came clearer in the dark. The way he spoke, low and calculated.I turned sharply onto my side."No," I muttered under my breath.But denial didn’t erase memory. If anything, it sharpened it.The way he watched me. Greedily, hungrily, and.... intently, all at once. Like he was studying something he already understood but wanted to confirm.That loo