Novels by Linda Lsc

Sirens blared, cutting through the air, as Jack and his henchmen, hands cuffed, walked out of his mansion. The evening sun descended in a blaze of warm hues, casting a mesmerizing orangy glow that bathed the city in a soft, amber radiance. Was it to celebrate their victory? Well, perhaps it was. Pausing her steps in front of the entrance, Clover tilted her head and looked up at the sky. "It's finally a bright day." "I can finally live with myself now." Upon hearing that, Clover turned around, and the first thing that caught her eye was the sight of cuffs encircling Evelyn's hands. A relieved smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I've surrendered to the police. This is what I owe you, Clover. I don't seek your forgiveness, but I hope you won't hate my child. I can tell that he cares a lot about you," Evelyn said, darting her eyes from Clover to Kyle at the back and back to Clover again. Clover tried speaking, but words couldn

"Kyle!" Clover screamed. Her face was filled with fear."Don't be scared, Clover. I'll bring you out," Kyle uttered, his eyes emanating a murderous aura as he glared at the man standing before him. "Tsk. What are you talking about? You're gonna die right here, right now," said that man. In a flash, he shuffled to the left and pinned his ankle to Kyle's, tripping him down the next second. Before Kyle had the time to react, the man swiftly seized him by the hair, unleashing a flurry of punches on his face.Clearly, Kyle wasn't his match, and in no time, his face was awash with blood.Tossing Kyle aside, the man grabbed the bat at the corner. As he dragged it across the ground, sparks danced at its edge, their eerie screeches piercing the tense atmosphere. Clover paled, watching him hold it above his head and thrust it down with all his might. "No..." She wept, shaking her head frantically. “Wait, Andrew.” A cold, familiar voice came through. As obedient as a dog, Andrew dropped the

The wind chime gently tinkled, and there sat Kyle, staring at the huge Amethyst Geode next to the 105-inch television. Its purple hues dazzled brilliantly. He flicked his gaze around. The walls were adorned with perfectly framed certificates, newspaper articles, and magazine covers featuring the nation's lawyer for everyone to admire.His uncle was indeed very successful."Oh my my my! Look who's here!" "Uncle Jack!" Kyle stood, reaching out for a warm hug."My boy!" He laughed, tightening his arms around him. "Life's good? I heard you just had your comeback not long ago."Kyle returned him an awkward smile and didn't say anything much. "What's wrong?" Jack asked, bending down slightly to meet his nephew's lowered gaze. "Want some drink?""My friend has gone missing, and I'm really worried." He sighed, his sentence trailing off with a rise in tone as he cast a doubtful look at his uncle. "WHAT?! MISSING?" Jack freaked out. Kyle arched his brows. Was he wrong about his uncle being

As fate would have it, Clover was back on the icy bed, her gaze vacant. She made no attempt to struggle or free herself, almost as if she had submitted to her destiny and abandoned all hope of leaving this place. She had been escaping since the tragic death of her parents. Yet until now, her efforts had proven futile. Exhausted and disheartened, she grew weary of everything. Jack tied Evelyn to a cross. "You lured me out for this, huh?" he hissed, sending a slap across Evelyn's face. "Who gave you the guts to go against me, slut?" "You should've seen this coming when you spilled the story. Did you really think I'd turn to you for help?" Her intense gaze remained fixed on him. "I'm tired, Jack." He smirked. "Don't you think it's a bit too late to regret things, considering all that you've done?" Jack casually walked over to the bed and sat beside Clover, tenderly stroking her from her hair down to her curves. Needless to say, he was craving for her body. Clover swallowed hard and

Clover followed closely behind Evelyn as they walked up the stairs.When they came to a stop, Clover stood on tiptoes and looked past the woman in front. A ray of light fell onto her cheeks like a comforting touch to her intimidated soul as Evelyn pushed open the ceiling.That was the exit and also the entrance to the hidden basement of the mansion. Poking her head out, Evelyn scanned the room, sweeping her glance across the piles of documents, the switched-on laptop, and the watercolor paintings adorning the marble wall. No one was in sight. She crawled out and reached back into the darkness for Clover's hand."Careful," Evelyn said. Clover joined her soon after. She darted her widened eyes around and paused at the hanging grandfather clock with the pendulum swaying at the bottom. The ticks were louder than usual; she couldn't help but be distracted. As her curious mind processed the surroundings like a buffering stream, Evelyn abruptly tore the maroon curtain, sending it cascading

Evelyn descended the curly stairs, shifting most of her weight onto the steel railing. She breathed through her lips. Creaks mustn't be heard, lest she end up doomed. As she moved forward, her heart pounded against her chest so hard that she thought it was just a matter of time before it leaped out. When she finally reached a grey stone wall, she hid behind it and stole glances at the view ahead. The men were there, standing with their feet apart while guarding the room in the corner. They didn't realize her presence. 'What should I do?' she thought, looking at her weaponless self. She darted her dreadful eyes around. The moment her gaze fell on a metal bat left abandoned underneath the dusty steps, a glimmer of hope illuminated her expression. Crawling on her fours, she dragged her body through the dirt and stretched out her arm. The weapon was too far. She couldn't reach it, but determination fueled her. Gritting her teeth, she hauled her body forward for another time, finally h

Layers of protection around the house were gone. Even the silver fronds were no more. A strong tide of loss washed over her soul as Miracle walked in, her eyes reddening. His memory clung to every corner, stirring a deep pang of regret within her.The regret of failing to protect him."I wish you were here with us, Hayden. I wish you could see how we defeated the evils. I wish you could see how the world is right now. I wish..." She held back her tears. "I had protected you...""I wish I had been there to save you, Mr. Watson, just like you did to me."Melvin moved in closer, his fingers gently intertwining with hers. She tightened her grip, her broken gaze, clouded with unshed tears, spilled with guilt and sorrow for her half-mortal father."I miss him, Melvin."He patted her head and pulled her into his warm embrace, smoothing the black hair that fell around her face. Every touch of his seemed to carry a healing power, easing the buried pa

Her tears gathered, falling drop by drop like a gentle rain. She did stop the war, but not the goodbye. The scene turned harder to bear when Maddie, too, was distorting in shape. He raised his hand and stepped back, stopping them from getting any closer.'Don't,' he mouthed.He had fulfilled his revenge, and now he was ready to go.'It's time to meet my brother.' His words echoed, distant and fragile, as the last solid piece of him dissolved away.Born as a fallen angel, one shall die as a fallen angel—this was the principle Arlyaen planted in them since the day they were born."Don't go?" Miracle whimpered, her voice barely more than a broken whisper as her gaze lingered on the fading form she could no longer hold onto."I'm sorry..." Melvin pulled her to him for one last deep, soulful kiss."I love you, Melvin," she breathed against his lips, her tears trailing down her face. "I'm sorry that I kept you waiting."He smil

Miracle had braced herself for anything—or so she thought. But what came next wasn't what she feared... it was something no one would have dared to imagine.At the back of her tongue, their blood surprisingly merged. Miracle drew in her brows, an unfamiliar force stirred deep within her. She sensed it—her scars dissolving, her body coming alive with a strength she had never known. Her very essence was being rewritten. Energy surged through her in waves, not simply restoring her, but redefining her—stronger, sharper, reborn.Something had awakened inside her.And there would be no putting it back to sleep.As lightning rumbled through the fragile clouds, it cracked the sky open, bathing the pearl in a blinding brilliance. Pulling away from their kiss, Miracle arched her back, her gaze drawn upward as if the heavens themselves were stretching out, calling to her.The glowing pearl floated from Melvin's palm, reaching for her chest,

Arlyaen teased, "You know you aren't my match, don't you?" His voice dripped with disdain, showing no trace of fear."Well, I guess we don't know?" Beck said.As soon as he finished speaking, he and Maddie split up, diving into the chaos. Beck leaped high, his weapon arcing toward the demon with a devastating strike. The evil lord recoiled, twisting just in time to dodge the full force of the blow. At the same moment, Maddie surged forward like a bullet, but Arlyaen moved with inhuman speed, ducking and sliding to the side. His claws shot out, aiming straight for Maddie's throat, the air thick with the promise of death.Maddie pulled himself back at the last second, stumbling as he retreated."You're nowhere near Lryke." Arlyaen tsked. "What a pity.""Don't you dare mention his name!" His fists clenched, knuckles turning white with rising fury."Nor is he even worthy of being mentioned by me." He smirked."You—" 

Any deeper, and it was going to hurt her.He threw the poniard away. He couldn't do it.Not to her."Don't do this to me..." he begged, pressing the pearl against her scaly chest. "Get in... Get in, please."But it wasn't obeying."UGH! Damn it!" Melvin pulled her closer and buried his face in her neck, knowing that forcing it any further would only bring her more pain."D-Damn it..."He raised his head and stared up above, hating the fact that the dragon girl in his arms was fading away. The night sky was in total darkness, resembling the loss of hope in marking an end to the recurring cycle. Right in the middle of the woods was the happening that mortals were never going to believe. Melvin sensed defeat. Nothing turned out as planned.The protectors of peace...were losing.A crackle of energy snapped through the air. Arlyaen stepped forward, his hand raised, an el

Now, a breath was all it needed to expose their whereabouts."Hyntece, you promised me you'd never be like Lryke. You said regaining status as an angel is what you've been dreaming of all this while," Arlyaen said. There was a strong note of threat in his words."Show yourself, traitor!" Vyre roared, his rage a wildfire. He hacked at the underbrush, his strikes growing wilder with each passing second."Come back to me, my child." Arlyaen sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring, as if hunting for a scent. "Only I can grant that dream of yours."Miracle's pulse thundered in her ears. She strained to see through the chaos, her fingers clenching the damp earth beneath her. Beside her, Melvin's breath hitched. He moved before she could, grabbing her and pressing her down, his palm firm against her lips. His wide, terrified eyes spoke the warning his voice dared not.Then—A sudden, merciless squall tore through the clearing, howling like a be