Novels by Marvin

For a moment, neither of us spoke.The hallway felt colder than before.My eyes stayed fixed on Damien, searching for any sign that I had imagined what I saw.But I hadn't.This was the first time since I met him that he looked genuinely uneasy.Not afraid.Damien didn't seem like the type of person who feared anything.But concerned?Yes.And somehow that was worse.My gaze shifted briefly to the black door behind me.The strange silver markings seemed almost different now.Like they were watching me.A shiver ran down my spine."What is this place?" I asked quietly.Damien's expression hardened instantly."A part of the estate you shouldn't be in for now.""That's not an answer.""No," he agreed calmly. "It isn't."My frustration returned immediately.Every conversation with him felt the same.Questions.Half-answers.More questions.I folded my arms across my chest."You know, normal people usually answer when someone asks them something."Damien stared at me."Normal people usuall

I woke up alone.For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling, listening carefully.Silence.No footsteps. No voices. No Damien.That disappointed me more than it should have.I frowned slightly at the thought and pushed myself upright. My body still felt strange, but not painful like before. The intense hunger from yesterday had faded into something quieter now.The room felt colder without Damien in it.I quickly shook the thought away before it could settle too deeply in my mind.This place was already messing with my head enough.I swung my legs off the bed and stood slowly. This time, the dizziness didn't come.Instead, my body felt… lighter.More awake and aware.I could hear the faint ticking of a clock somewhere down the hall. The distant sound of footsteps downstairs. Even the wind brushing against the trees outside.It still felt unnatural.But less overwhelming than before.I walked toward the large mirror near the dresser and paused.For a moment, I barely recognized my

I woke up again to the now slightly familiar bedroom ceiling, my head still throbbing faintly, though not as badly as before.Slowly, I pushed myself up, the blanket slipping down to my waist. The movement made my head spin slightly, forcing me to pause for a moment.I sat there quietly, staring into space as I tried to piece my thoughts together.Then a voice spoke beside me."You're awake."Startled, I turned toward the sound and froze.Damien was sitting on the dark grey sofa across from the bed, one arm resting lazily against the side as he watched me.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.He looked… stunning.Absolutely stunning.He wore a white long-sleeved shirt with the first few buttons undone, revealing part of his slightly tanned chest. Black pants fit perfectly against his long legs, and a dark belt rested around his waist, the silver buckle shaped like a wolf. Even in something so simple, he still looked powerful.Dangerously so.My eyes slowly drifted back to his face,

As I sat down on my bed staring at the empty food tray, my throat suddenly felt dry, and my stomach twisted painfully. I pressed my palm against my chest, trying to steady my breathing, but it only made the sensation worse.Something was wrong.Very wrong.At first, I tried to convince myself it was stress. Maybe my body was reacting to everything that had happened during the past few days. The forced engagement. Damien. The strange estate. The things he kept saying that made no sense.But deep down, I already knew this wasn't normal.Then my senses exploded again.Sound rushed in first.I could hear footsteps somewhere down the hallway.Voices downstairs.The faint rustling of leaves outside.Even the soft hum of electricity in the walls.My eyes widened.It was too much.Every sound crashed into me all at once, loud and overwhelming. It felt like my brain couldn't process any of it fast enough.I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn't stop.If anything, the sounds only became clearer.

Chapter 11I stood there long after the door closed.The silence Damien left behind felt heavier than before, pressing down on me until it became hard to breathe. My chest rose and fell slowly as I stared at the door, half-expecting it to open again.But it didn't.And somehow… that made everything worse.'Because this didn't start last night.'His words echoed in my mind again.My stomach tightened.What did he mean by that?I didn't know him. Not really. And yet… there had been something in the way my body reacted to him. Something instinctive. Familiar. Like my body recognized him even when my mind didn't.That thought unsettled me very much.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing slowly across the room.The space suddenly felt too large.Too quiet.Too unfamiliar.My head still throbbed faintly, as I try to understand everything that's happening or everything that hadn't made sense.I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself.This was insane.I didn't know where I was.I didn't under

I woke up to silence.Not the kind I was used to.This one felt… heavy.For a moment, I didn't move. My eyes stayed closed as I tried to figure out why everything felt so wrong. The bed beneath me was too soft. The air smelled unfamiliar—clean, like something expensive I couldn't name.Slowly, I opened my eyes.The ceiling above me wasn't mine.It was too high. Too white. Too perfect.My breath hitched.Where am I?I pushed myself up quickly, the sheets sliding down my torso. My head throbbed faintly at first… then sharper, like a dull ache sitting behind my eyes.The room was massive.Dark wood. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered by heavy curtains. A sleek black dresser. A chair in the corner that looked like it had never been used.Nothing about it felt lived in.Nothing about it felt like mine.My heart started to race.Last night…I frowned, pressing my fingers lightly against my temple.The ballroom.The announcement.My father—And then—It stopped.My memory blurred after that po