Novels by Zeaauthor

“You two looked pretty cozy just now. Why don’t you just get back together?”Vania’s voice was sharp as she swung open Devandra’s office door, her tone cutting through the room like a blade.Devandra, who had been standing closely beside Lyra, turned around instantly. His face went stiff. Lyra, on the other hand, looked unbothered. She turned casually and flashed a sweet smile, as if there was nothing odd about the situation.“Vania,” Devandra stepped toward her quickly, “it’s not what it looks like.”“Oh really? You were standing awfully close for something that’s ‘nothing,’” Vania shot back, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her gaze locked onto Lyra, eyes burning with barely contained fury.Lyra only shrugged, feigning innocence.“Vania, you’ve misunderstood. I’m here strictly on business. I’m just a client now, nothing more in Devandra’s life.”Her voice was smooth and calm, but Vania could hear the falseness laced beneath every syllable.“And do you normally touch clients

“I want you to be my wife again, Vania.”The words struck like lightning in broad daylight. Vania, who was making tea in the tiny kitchenette of Devandra’s apartment, froze mid-movement. Her hand trembled slightly around the cup, her breath caught in her throat.She slowly turned around, eyes wide with disbelief.“What did you just say?”Devandra stood in the doorway of the kitchen. His posture was calm, but his gaze was unwavering.“I want to fix everything. I want you back—not as anything else—but as my wife, like before.”Vania let out a soft laugh, but there was pain behind it.“You’re joking… right?”“No. I’m serious.” Devandra stepped closer.“I know I destroyed you back then. I know I threw away the love you gave me. But since you came back into my life, I’ve realized… I never really let you go.”Vania looked away, staring out the window where the evening light spilled in. Her heart was in turmoil. The request came too fast. Too suddenly.“You think it’s that simple?” she whisp

“You think Vania is some prize you can win with your money, Revaldo?” Devandra snapped, stepping forward, his face flushed with anger.Revaldo stood just a few feet away, calm but radiating tension. His smile was faint, his eyes cold as ice.“I didn’t buy Vania. I gave her a life you never could. That’s just a fact.”“What kind of life? A golden cage?” Devandra’s fists clenched. “You locked her up! Tried to force her love with threats and power! That’s not love—it’s obsession!”Vania stood between them, her breath caught in her throat. Two men, two pasts… and two possible futures.Her whole body was tense. Revaldo’s piercing gaze chilled her to the bone, while Devandra’s warmth couldn’t silence the storm raging in her mind. The world felt like it was spinning too fast.“I… I’m begging you… stop this,” Vania whispered.But neither of them heard her. They were already consumed by a storm of emotions, a war that had gone too far to stop.“If you truly love her, you’d let her choose!” Dev

"Quick, follow me, Miss Vania!" whispered Mr. Surya, the elderly night guard working at Revaldo’s villa.Vania, who had been locked inside the lavish bedroom since the night before with no way out, immediately stood up when she saw the door creak open. Her eyes welled with tears, breath shaky."Mr. Surya… can you help me escape?""Yes, but we have to move fast. I’ve disabled the CCTV for five minutes. We’ll go through the back kitchen, east side of the boundary wall. I’ve set up an emergency ladder."Vania nodded. Without wasting another second, she grabbed the black jacket she had hidden in the drawer. Her bare feet trembled against the cold floor, but she didn’t care. Adrenaline surged through her with one single desire—freedom.Mr. Surya hurried through the dim corridor, glancing back every few steps to make sure no other staff were watching. A few guards were switching shifts—a small window of opportunity he had planned for."Mr. Surya," Vania panted softly, "why are you helping m

"And now, ladies and gentlemen," the host's voice echoed through the microphone, "we've come to the most special part of tonight's event. A young philanthropist, who is also the main sponsor of this charity gala, would like to share something very important."Standing amidst the elegantly dressed crowd in her sky-blue gown, Vania felt her heart race wildly. Her eyes darted around, searching for Revaldo—but he was already stepping onto the small stage under the spotlight.The lights in the room dimmed. Soft romantic music began to play."No..." Vania whispered, her body tense with dread.Revaldo stood tall with a flawless smile. He wore a sharp black tuxedo, his hair perfectly styled, and his eyes locked onto Vania’s with unwavering focus."Ladies and gentlemen," Revaldo began, his voice confident and smooth, "tonight I don’t just want to contribute to this humanitarian cause—I also want to share a piece of my own happiness." He placed a hand over his chest, then gestured toward someon

Here is your translated scene in English, written with natural storytelling flow and emotional intensity:---“Who took this photo?”Revaldo stared at his phone screen, eyes blazing. His fingers gripped the edge of the glass table so tightly his knuckles turned white. On the screen, Vania and Devandra stood close together in an old warehouse, their eyes locked, hands nearly touching.“I told you to keep an eye on her—not to let her go on a date in public!” he barked at one of his men standing stiffly by the wall.“We didn’t know who she was meeting, Sir. But we managed to get this shot before they left,” the man replied nervously.Revaldo narrowed his eyes. “Get out.”As the man exited, Revaldo sat down, staring long and hard at the photo. A burning sensation spread from his chest up to his neck. He took a deep breath, trying to contain his rage.“So you're still choosing him… Devandra.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but filled with venom.He began tapping the table with his fi

Evening skies painted the lake with a calm golden hue.A gentle breeze swept through, carrying the scent of earth and grass still wet from last night’s rain. In the backyard of a small lakeside house, the sound of children’s laughter filled the air, breaking the quiet of dusk with pure joy.“Eliana, don’t run too fast!” Hunter called out, laughing as he chased after the two kids dashing across the grass.Eliana, now nine, had grown taller and more confident. Her hair was tied into two playful pigtails, her cheeks flushed from running and laughing. Behind her, her four-year-old brother chased her while dragging along his beloved dinosaur plushie.“Dad! She cheated! She hid behind the tree!” the little boy cried.“That’s called strategy,” Eliana replied with a cheeky grin.Hunter gave up the chase, dropping into the wooden bench near the porch, watching the children play. His eyes turned toward Olivia, who was stepping out of the kitchen carrying a birthday cake that read Happy Birthday

That evening, the sky was painted with golden clouds, sunlight filtering gently through the falling leaves of the maple trees. Eliana sat on Olivia’s lap on the front porch, coloring with her pencils. Hunter was trimming the plants in the yard, glancing at them now and then with a quiet smile.Unexpectedly, Eliana stopped drawing. She looked up at Olivia, her clear eyes no longer just filled with curiosity, but with a growing sense of maturity.“Mama,” she whispered, “why did we used to live alone in that little house? Why are we only with Papa now?”Olivia fell silent. She had imagined this question might come one day, but never knew when. And now, with Eliana older and beginning to understand more, she knew the time had come.She pulled Eliana closer into a hug. “Sweetheart, sometimes life takes us through complicated paths. Your Papa and I were together once, but things happened that forced us apart.”“Was Papa bad back then?”Olivia shook her head. “No, he wasn’t. But back then, m

Morning air was crisp by the lakeside.A thin mist hovered over the water's surface, surrounded by green trees tinged with yellow as autumn crept in. Amidst the tranquil beauty of nature stood a small white house—gray-roofed, with large windows that opened directly to the lake.Hunter opened one of the windows and inhaled deeply. He was still wearing a light sweater and lounge pants, but the smile on his face was warmer than the morning sun. Behind him came the soft sound of footsteps and the comforting scent of fresh coffee.Olivia appeared, holding two mugs.“It still feels unreal that we’ve actually moved here,” she said, handing one to Hunter.Hunter took her hand and kissed the back of it. “This place feels… like home.”“More than home,” Olivia whispered. “It’s a place to begin again.”The house wasn’t big, but it was enough for the three of them—and one more, quietly growing in Olivia’s womb. The pregnancy was still their little secret. They weren’t ready to tell Eliana just yet

The scent of antiseptic stung her nose. The soft beep of the heart monitor echoed through the hospital room. Olivia sat on a plastic chair beside Hunter’s bed, her hand never letting go of his—despite the lack of response from the still, weakened body lying before her.Hunter’s face was pale, bruises still marked his temples. His breathing was steady, but his body had yet to recover from the brutal battle that nearly took his life. Olivia had barely left his side since they brought him to the ICU.Three days. Three nights. Olivia remained there. Her eyes were swollen from lack of sleep, but she didn’t care.That morning, the hospital door creaked open. Eliana walked in, clutching a few sheets of colored paper. Joe followed behind, carrying a bag of food and an extra jacket.“I made this for Papa,” Eliana said, skipping toward the bed. She looked at Hunter’s face with hopeful eyes.Olivia stroked her daughter’s head. “He’s going to love it, sweetheart.”Eliana stood on the chair and ta

The room was cold and dim. Only the ticking of the clock filled the silence. Shopia Joy sat in the interrogation chair, her hands cuffed, her eyes swollen but still burning with stubborn arrogance.Detective Molina stood across from her, stacking several files onto the metal table.“You’re charged with four major offenses, Shopia,” he said, voice flat but firm. “Kidnapping, attempted murder, identity and legal document forgery, and threats against a minor. We have full evidence. Recordings. Witnesses. Fingerprints.”Shopia gave a crooked smile. “So? You think that’s enough to imprison someone like me?”Molina remained unfazed. He slid a photo across the table—Eliana’s frightened face inside the warehouse. Then another—Hunter, bloodied and bruised.“Are they enough to make you think twice?” he asked sharply.For a moment, Shopia’s expression shifted. The smile faded, replaced by a distant look in her eyes… as if she had fallen into the past.---FLASHBACKA little girl with tangled bla

The old car Joe was driving crept along the dark road leading into the long-abandoned industrial area. The only sounds were the engine's hum and the rapid beating of their hearts. Beside him, Eliana clutched the folded, worn map, her eyes tracing the red line that marked the final point—the place where they believed Hunter was being held.“We’re almost there,” Joe murmured. “Are you still sure this isn’t a trap?”“No,” Eliana replied honestly. “But I’m more afraid of doing nothing.”They arrived in front of a decrepit warehouse. The building was old, with peeling walls, and only a single flickering light above the entrance. Joe killed the engine. Both of them got out, moving cautiously along the outer wall, eyes scanning the surroundings.On one side, Eliana stopped. “Joe, look at this.”Three horizontal lines were faintly etched into the wall—an old code from Hunter. Below them, dried blood stains were still visible. Joe swallowed hard.“He was here. Or… at least he was.”Just as the

Ariana felt her breath catch when Axel stepped closer. His sudden presence reminded her of all the chaos she had gone through. The man was still as handsome as ever, but there was a hardness in his eyes, a hardness she had never forgotten. Axel was the man who had abandoned her during her most difficult times, and now he stood before her, his demeanor far from friendly.“Axel…” Ariana’s voice was weak, almost a whisper, but enough for Axel to hear.He looked at her with a vacant expression, as if he didn’t recognize the woman standing before him. “You dare come here?” His voice was flat, emotionless.Ariana swallowed hard. “I just want to meet Elio,” she said, trying to keep her composure, though her heart was breaking. “He’s my son. I have the right to see him.”Axel let out a sarcastic laugh, the sound like a knife to Ariana’s heart. “Right? You have no rights anymore, Ariana. I’m the one who’s raised him, I’m the one who’s taken care of him.” He stepped closer, his gaze full of war

That morning, the air in Seattle felt cold and fresh. Ariana gazed at the towering buildings veiled in a thin fog, her emotions a tangled mess inside. She and Nathaniel stood in front of their lawyer's office, ready to embark on the long legal process to meet her son, Elio. Yet, despite the certainty of their steps, Ariana couldn't shake off her doubts. What if Elio rejected her? What if he felt threatened by her presence?“Ari, you ready?” Nathaniel's voice broke her from her thoughts, pulling her back to the moment.Ariana nodded. "I can't wait any longer, Nate. It's been too long."They entered the meeting room, filled with lawyers and staff who would assist them. Leonard was already there, standing by the meeting table, his sharp eyes scanning every detail. "We've got the permission to meet the child directly. They can't refuse anymore."However, what seemed like a smooth plan to meet Elio soon encountered a stumbling block. As they stepped out of the building, Ariana's phone vibr

The rain fell in soft drizzles as Ariana sat inside the private genetic lab, her fingers clutching the DNA test results that had just been handed to her by the technician. Nathaniel sat beside her, his face tense, nearly expressionless.Ariana took a deep breath before opening the envelope. Inside, two sheets of paper with graphs, numbers, and one sentence that made her body nearly collapse:"The DNA results show a biological match between Subject A (Ariana Valen) and Subject B (child in the matching system data). Matching degree: 99.98%."Ariana closed her mouth, her sobs breaking free. "He... he's alive, Nate. He's really my son..."Nathaniel held her tightly, allowing Ariana to cry out her overwhelming joy. But within the embrace, his thoughts drifted—her child was out there, living under a new name and with a new family. And if the people who adopted him had been hiding the truth... then this was just the beginning of a much bigger storm.---Leonard opened the door to his office,

Ariana sat on the rattan chair in Nathaniel’s living room, her fingers trembling as she turned the flash drive Axel had given her. Fear, hope, and anger churned inside her. The rapid tapping of Leonard’s laptop keys echoed as he opened the first file from the drive.“This is insane,” Leonard muttered after a few minutes. “CCTV footage from the hospital. The date matches the day you were rushed there after the accident, Ariana.”Ariana leaned in, holding her breath. On the screen, she saw herself lying on a hospital bed—pale and unconscious. A nurse entered with some documents, and shortly after, two men in suits—one of them her father—walked in and signed something.“No…” Ariana’s voice cracked. “That’s… my father.”Nathaniel stood behind her, eyes fixed on the screen. “They hid everything. Even your child.”Leonard continued digging, opening more files—altered medical records, fake reports of a miscarriage, and one barely legible adoption document. The adoptive parents’ names were ma

The night sky had already turned dark when Ariana arrived at the old park near the lake. The place was almost unchanged. The weathered wooden bench, the drooping willow trees by the water’s edge, and the calming sound of the rippling lake—all of it seemed to summon memories from the past.Ariana wore a long gray coat, her scarf pulled slightly to obscure her face. Her hand clutched a small locket—Axel’s gift from long ago—that she had secretly kept all these years.The night air bit at her skin, but she stood still in the middle of the park, waiting.The clock struck 8:03 p.m.Three minutes late.Her mind kept spinning—would Axel actually show up? Or was this just a cruel game played by someone trying to stir up her past?Footsteps.Ariana turned swiftly, her heart pounding. From behind the stone bench, a man emerged wearing a black jacket and a hat pulled low over his face. But as he stepped closer, the park lights illuminated his features just enough.Time seemed to freeze.It was A

As noon approached, a thick, overcast sky loomed above the villa where Ariana stayed. The atmosphere grew heavier by the minute, as if echoing the weight of her thoughts. Nathaniel was deep in discussion with Leonard in the study, while Ariana sat alone in the living room, staring out the rain-speckled window. In her hand, she held an old photograph—one of her and Axel.She stared at it for a long time until her eyes began to sting. Axel’s smile in the photo now mocked the false sense of peace she had tried so hard to maintain. His face hadn’t changed, but the meaning behind his gaze felt foreign now. Once, Axel had been her whole world. Now… he was a mystery she longed to bury, yet he kept clawing his way out of the graveyard of her past.Time seemed to stop when the front door was knocked on.Three times. Soft, but firm.Ariana turned her head sharply. Her breath caught in her throat. “Did you hear that?” she asked, half-rising from her seat.Leonard hurried out of the study and mot

Aria stood frozen on the balcony, her heart pounding violently in her chest. The cold night wind bit at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fear coursing through her veins.Down below, an army of hooded figures stormed the castle gates with overwhelming force. The guards fought back, but they were clearly outnumbered.Amid the chaos, a woman stepped forward with effortless grace.Seraphina.The Goddess of Darkness—who was supposed to exist only in legends—now stood before her, real and undeniable.Seraphina’s golden eyes gleamed in the darkness, her lips curling into a faint smile.“Aria…” Her voice reached Aria’s ears despite the distance between them.A shiver ran down Aria’s spine.Rael, standing beside her, grabbed her hand. “We have to go! She’s here for you!”Aria snapped out of her daze and rushed after Rael. They hurried down the staircase, heading toward the great hall, where the royal knights were already preparing for battle.Lorian and Elroth were there, along wit

Aria remained silent, her mind consumed by the name she had just heard.Seraphina.The Goddess of Darkness.How could she have seen a figure that was supposed to exist only in legends?Rael watched her with concern. "Aria, are you alright?"Aria nodded slowly, though her mind was filled with confusion. "I... I saw her. She spoke to me."Lorian frowned. "What did she say?"Aria tried to recall Seraphina's words. "She said she had been waiting for me for a long time."Elroth let out a heavy sigh. "That doesn’t make sense. If Seraphina is real and has been waiting for you… that means you have some connection to her."A chill ran down Aria’s spine. "That’s impossible. I’m no one.""But you can wield the power of Light," Rael pointed out. "And now… the Goddess of Darkness has come to you?"Lorian looked at the altar before them. "This stone might be the key to everything."Elroth stepped closer, staring at the black stone that still pulsed with energy. "I can feel the power within it. This

The darkness was supposed to be gone.Aria could still feel the lingering warmth of light energy coursing through her body, yet deep inside, something felt off. Like a faint whisper in the air, an elusive presence trying to break into her thoughts.Rael still held her hand, making sure she remained steady. "How do you feel?"Aria let out a heavy breath. "I'm fine. Just a little… empty."Lorian gazed at the altar where Vaelin had vanished. "Then we need to make sure he's truly gone."Elroth frowned. "He's not completely erased. I can still sense traces of his presence."Aria turned to him, eyes filled with concern. "What do you mean?"Elroth looked down at the cracked temple floor. "His energy hasn't disappeared. It has only moved. He might still be searching for a new vessel."Rael clicked his tongue. "Unbelievable. So, we can never really kill him, can we?"Lorian sighed. "He's not an ordinary being. He has surpassed death itself."Silence settled over them.Aria clenched her fists.

Their footsteps echoed through the dark, cold stone corridor. The flickering light from the torch Elroth carried barely illuminated a few steps ahead, casting long, shifting shadows along the walls.Aria could feel the air here was different. It was heavier, as if filled with an unseen presence. With every step she took, a cold shiver crept down her spine.“This temple has been abandoned for a long time,” Lorian whispered, tracing the ancient carvings on the walls. “But I can still feel the old energy flowing through it.”Elroth nodded slowly. “This place was once a temple of light, but after Vaelin's influence seeped in, it became something much darker.”Rael let out a heavy sigh. “Why do we always end up in places filled with dark energy? Can’t we, just once, fight in a more pleasant setting?”Lorian shot him a look. “Since when has battling darkness ever been pleasant?”Rael shrugged but then stopped short, his expression shifting as he spotted something ahead.“Oh, great. That’s n

Rael could still feel the warmth of Aria’s hand in his grasp. They had just returned from the battle inside Aria’s consciousness, successfully driving Vaelin out of her mind. But the victory felt bitter.Because they all knew—this wasn’t truly over.Elroth stepped forward, his gaze sharp. “You need to get ready. Vaelin isn’t the type to give up so easily.”Aria took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her body still felt weak, as if the battle had drained every last bit of her strength.Rael turned to Lorian. “We need to make sure he never comes back. Is there a way to seal him away forever?”Elroth shook his head. “Vaelin is an ancient spirit. As long as darkness exists in this world, he will always find a way back.”Lorian clenched his fists. “So we just wait for him to attack again?”Elroth’s expression was grave. “No. We strike first.”The room tensed.Rael frowned. “What do you mean?”Elroth pulled a thick book from the shelf and flipped it open. “Vaelin may have lost Aria’s

Rael stared blankly at the spot where Aria had disappeared. The air around him felt colder, as if all warmth had vanished along with her departure.“No…” he whispered.Lorian slammed his sword into the ground, his breath heavy with rage. “Damn it! I knew this wasn’t over!”Rael lifted his head, his eyes filled with both confusion and fear. “What do we do now?”Lorian remained silent for a moment before responding in a firm voice, “We take this to the Tower of Light. If anyone can help her, they’re there.”The two of them ran through the tower’s massive gates, which swung open as they approached. The long corridor they entered was illuminated by floating magical lights, casting an almost ethereal glow.At the end of the hallway, an elderly man in white robes awaited them. His silver hair and sharp gaze marked him as someone of great importance.“We need help!” Rael called out.The old man—Grandmaster Elroth—studied them with keen interest. “I’ve been expecting you.”Lorian was taken ab