Novels by Jade RuNyx

Lia hit the breaks after Caden fell to the floor, blood pooling around him. Emily rushed towards him, leaping a lot because she hit the floor very hard. Officers from the prison rushed towards them, and Lia was brought out of the car by the police. "It was an accident, I didn't mean too," Lia insisted. Emily held Caden in her hand, blood soaking her jeans as tears ran down her cheek. "Do..Don't close your eyes," she stuttered. "Em… Emily..." Caden called breathlessly. "Don't close your eyes, Caden," she said again in between sobs. Lia gritted her teeth as she was taking into the prison. "I told you it was an accident!" She screamed. Emily couldn't care less about what was happening in the background. All she wanted was for Caden to stay alive. He can't leave her now, not now. "Please.... Stay with me," she whispered. _ {HOSPITAL} Emily sat on the long bench outside the ICU. She didn't care about her blood-stained clothes and hands. Her eyes were swollen from all the cryi

This would be the first time she has seen him since that day at the hotel where he shattered her. Emily forgot how to breath, his face didn't change throughout the past year. The only difference is his eyes. They looked darker than she remembered. But the most important thing was how did he know whereto find her? "Aren't you going to let me in?" Caden asked. "Who is it?" Layla asked. Caden pushed past Emily and walked into the house. "Hi Mrs stone." Caden smiled, and Layla wiped the tears from her face. She is as shocked as her daughter to see Caden here. "Why are you here?" Emily found her voice. "How did you find this place?" She asked. "It's quite easy to find this place considering it's the only property that doesn't belong to your father but your mother," Caden replied, and Emily swallowed. She didn't expect their next meeting to be like this. "Why are you here?" Emily asked again. "You both must believe Harper is innocent, but he isn't," Caden started, his face turni

{TWO WEEKS LATER~CADEN'S HOUSE~7PM} Lia parked her car roughly in front of the building and came down from it. She walked into the house like she owned it with a slight frown on her face. Caden didn't let her stay here with him. He said she had no business in his house till they were married, and he kept putting off the marriage. What annoyed Lia the most was the fact that her mother didn't do anything about it but either way she would be getting married to Caden soon and he wouldn't give her reasons not to let her live with him. "Ma'am, you're not allowed to walk in whenever you wish," Luis said, blocking Lia. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" Lia snapped. "I am caden's fiance, and you're just a servant” Luis' eyes darkened. He didn't like Lia even for a second. She didn't have any respect for him even though he was old enough to be her father. "Mr. Kingston gave the order," Luis said calmly. "Caden!" Lia screamed. She knew Caden was here since she was sure he wasn't at

"I have no plans of coming back to New York, I hope you understand that," Emily said, and Madison sighed. "Alright, whatever you say," Madison replied, and Emily smiled. "Enough about New York, I made pancakes last night, I would heat it up for you," Emily said, and Madison's face fell. Madison chuckled awkwardly. "You did?" She asked in a not so excited voice. "Yeah... My cooking has improved, " Emily informed. "I highly doubt that, my taste buds know better," Madison replied, and Emily frowned. "Bring it for tasting," Madison replied with a sigh, and Emily rushed into the kitchen joyfully. _ {BELMONT HOTEL~2PM} Caden sat on the soft sofa in a private room inside the hotel. He was waiting for someone, and it is clear that people don't want people to know they were meeting. That's why this hotel was picked for their meet-up. Caden tapped his hand cautiously on the armrest. He was getting impatient. No one makes Caden Kingston wait. The door opened, and a familiar figure en

{A YEAR LATER~LUNATEX CORP~9AM} Caden walked into the newly furnished building with a null expression. He made his way to his private elevator reserved only for the president. His new assistant, Karl, walked behind him hurriedly as he tried to keep up with his pace. The elevator fell close immediately they entered, Karl scrambled through the files in his hand as he cleared his throat and arranged his glasses properly on his face. "You have a meeting with the board members right now. They are already waiting," Karl informed. "The manager of lunatex Hotel also requests a meeting. It's by 2PM," he added, his voice shaking a little. The aura rolling off Caden was suffocating, and the elevator space wasn't big enough for Karl to breathe properly. If not because the pay is good, he certainly won't be here right now. Caden barely answered him, the elevator door opened, and Caden walked out while Karl followed. He went into the conference room and sat down on the chair at the far end

Emily looked at him like she didn't quite believe him. "Thank you." she smiled and stood up, but James grabbed her wrist, and Emily turned to him with a frown. He stood up too and released her wrist. "I won't pretend I didn't see you crying on the floor outside a hotel. Did you and Caden have a fight?" James asked. "It's none of your concern what happens between myself and Caden," Emily replied and walked away. "Emily!" She heard Madison's voice. Her friend rushed up to her and engulfed her in a hug. "We have so much to talk about," Madison pulled away. "I know, I would take you to my room," Emily replied weakly, and she walked away with Madison. James watched them go with an expressionless gaze. It was pure coincidence he met Emily here, he actually came here to meet his sister, who he was hiding away from that man. His phone rang in his pocket, and he picked it up with a sigh. "The tables have turned," the man's voice sounded through the phone. "Yes... Caden would natur

Lana"I told him I would consider it," I replied, my voice low, and Karl's eyes darkened."Consider it?" he asked, and I nodded."Yes, I mean he has been in love with me for 3 years. I should at least give him a chance—"Karl didn't even let me finish speaking before he pressed his lips to mine.I moved my hands around his neck, back, and hair, not quite sure where to place my fingers as he kissed me passionately.He was jealous. It's evident in the way he kissed me, and I loved every second of it.Karl pulled away from the kiss, and I groaned in displeasure. He let out a soft chuckle."That impatient, huh?" he asked me. "You should have thought of that before speaking about Mr. Nobody," he spoke, an edge in his voice, and I shivered a little. "You're going to beg me to make you cum, love," he whispered in my ear, and I bit the inside of my mouth.My pussy grew wetter than it already was. Lust sprang through me, and I could tell it was visible in my eyes.I shouldn't be feeling like t

Lana Cole looked at me like he wasn't sure if he should speak or not. I should have been extremely suspicious of Cole, but he didn’t seem like anything for the past three years I've known him. He was just a guy who had a crush on me, but now, knowing that he knows my mother changes everything. Was he the one who truly staged my kidnapping? Karl was right, I should have requested to see his phone back at the restaurant. “Lana I care for you, and you know that,” Cole started. “That wasn't what I asked. Why bring my mother into this?” I asked him again. “Because I know the Moretti family was behind your mother's death,” Cole said, walking closer to me. “How do you know that? What connections do you have with the Moretti family? With my mother?” I asked him. “that's not important,” Cole replied. “Why? Why isn't it important?” I asked him again. Could it be that Cole was the one who sent me that message about my mother being involved with the Moretti family? “Lana, stay away f

Dear readers, updates may be delayed for a little while due to personal reasons. I would be going on a short hiatus. My other novel, The Billonaire's Unwilling Bride, would continue with a steady update, but this would be on hold for the main time. Thank you so much for your patience and support. — Jade RuNyx

Lana “I swear, I have no idea who she is or what she is doing here,” Karl said behind me, but I didn't stop to look at him. I like the fact that he is putting in the effort to explain to me, I really want to know who she was and what she was doing in his house. How did she even know here he stays? “you don't need to explain,” I replied, feigning ignorance as I walked into the kitchen, and Karl followed behind me. “I do, I know you want an explanation even though you're not ready to admit it,” He told me, walking closer to me. “Didn't you say you have a meeting by 8 a.m? You'd be late,” I reminded him, completely ignoring his statement. Karl grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. It was so unexpected that I ended up crashing on his hard chest. My eyes met his, and he smirked. “Love, jealousy doesn't look good on you, but I love it anyway,” he said and brought his face closer to mine. “There’s no need for you to be jealous, I don't even know her name,” Karl chuckled l

KarlLana pulled me up by the collar, and my knee left the ground as I tower over her, deepening the kiss.My tongue brushed over hers, and damn she tastes fuçking intoxicating, she pulled me closer to her, and fuçk If this is the way she kisses me, I won't survive it if this goes on.I nibble at her lips slowly as I sit beside her on the couch, our lips almost pulling apart, but she straddles me on the couch, taking me by suprise.I didn't even give myself the time to reason. All I can think about is the taste of her lips and the feel of her against me.My hands found their ways to her hip bone, pulling her closer to me, and she wrapped her hands around my neck.My cock which was right below her ass hardened and I know she felt it, I pulled away slowly and rested my head against hers, we both try to catch our breath.“You taste fuçking divine, and I am simply a mere mortal to resist,” I tell her truthfully, my voice hoarse.“I already told you to stop saying things like that,” she sm

KarlI knew this day would come sooner or later, Lana would definitely question me about Ethan, but I didn't expect Ethan to go to her.That useless idiot.I can't believe he frightened her so much she was crying, refusing to go home, drenched in the rain.“You were behind what happened to his family, right?” Lana said to me and wondered if I should tell her or not.I'm pretty sure she had figured it all out. there's no need to lie. “Yes,” I admitted, and she sighed.“Why?” She asked me.“Isn't it obvious? He's an asshole and he hurt you, i can't just turn a blind eye. You know that,” I told her plainly.Lana stared at me with that same look again, the one I can't really understand.“You did it for me?” She asked.“Yes, why would I bother myself with someone like him if it weren't for you, if it were up to me, you wouldn't even get to see him ever again,” I replied and immediately regretted my words.Fuck, I just implied that I wanted him dead, the look on Lana's face told me everythi

Justin Tiffany always finds a way to strike where it hurts. “What? I didn’t say anything wrong,” she defends herself. “Being under my father and doing everything he says is never better than ice hockey. You may hate ice hockey, but it’s my life,” I snap at her. She presses her lips together and walks away from me. I don’t go after her. I need to wait for Coach. I want to know what my dad said to him. Grant tells me he saw Bryce talking to Coach, and I need to know what he says to him. I bring out my phone from my pocket to call Coach, but then I see him coming. Yeah... I lied about my phone dying. I just didn't want to talk to anyone, and if I told Tiffany that, she’s definitely not going to like it. “Harris, why are you in front of me?” Coach asks me as he walks towards me before walking 6 me and into the building, I follow behind him. “I heard you spoke to my father,” I start, getting straight to the point. “Oh, yes. He wants you out of the team,” Coach says,

Tiffany.My eyes fling open sharply, my chest rises, and falls rapidly as I blink.My hand goes to my chest, trying to steady my drumming heart.Sweat coats my face and other parts of my body.A nightmare.No... memories.I sit up slowly, my hand still on my chest as I reach for my phone under the pillow.I turn it on to see if it's already 9am."Shit!" I exclaim and hurry out of the bed, bolting to the bathroom.I don't spend up to 20 minutes in the bathroom when I come out to get dressed really fast.I stare at a sleeping Ava, and I smile, I wish I get to sleep in like this.Wearing something comfortable, I put all the necessities in my bag and hurry out of the apartment.I check the time and it is almost 10 am.Mr. Herald is going to kill me._I feel the eyes on me as I walk into the classroom and make my way to my seat.Mr Herald stops talking when I walk in, and I know I am in for a lot today. He will lecture me like his life depends on it.He continues after I've taken my seat,

TiffanyThe man... who I suppose to be Mr. Harris walks up to us and stands in front of Justin, who glares at his father.Well... Mr. Harris doesn't seem particularly pleased to see him either.Now I am curious... what exactly is going on between Justin and his father."Oh, I see you got yourself a girlfriend," Mr. Harris says."Let's go, Tiffany," Justin ignores him and holds my hand, pulling me away."Aren't you going to visit your mother today?" Mr. Harris calls behind us, and Justin halts."None of your business... you never cared anyway," Justin fires and continues walking."Didn't he come to campus just to see you? Leaving him there would be considered rude," I tell him."He didn't come here to see me... he is probably here for coach," Justin replies."Why would he want to meet your coach?" I ask, stopping him and pulling my hand from his grip.Justin runs his hand through his hair and sighs at me while I stare at him, waiting for an answer. "He doesn't want me playing hockey,"

TiffanyI take my seat and still my face. It doesn't matter if he gets hurt. I don't care anyway.My phone pings, and I check it to see a message from Mom."Oh heavens, I forgot to call her," I mutter as I stare at her message.She only wants to know how I am doing in school and asks if I need any help.I never ask Mom for money. I know she's trying her best for both of us, and that's why I work really hard so I don't have to ask her for anything.She has suffered quite enough in this lifetime. She needs to worry about herself more.I assure her I am fine and I don't need any help.The buzzer sounds, signaling the beginning of the next period.I see Justin moving back onto the ice rink. He wasn't that hurt after all.Relief settles in me, but I ignore it and focus on the rest of the game._I stand outside the boys' locker room, waiting for Justin. He insisted I do that to show that I care about him.Justin doesn't come out first,

Tiffany "Justin bought you this?" Ava asks, suprise evident in her eyes. "I specifically told him not to," I reply, letting out a sigh. "Why would he get you a new laptop?" Ava asks again. "Mine fell while I was at his place yesterday, and the screen cracked badly," I explain, and she nods in understanding and then smirks a little. "I didn't know Justin was such a good boyfriend," "Stop it," I reprimand her as I repack the laptop. "I'm sending it back to him," "Huh? No, you won't... you need the laptop, how would you write your article?" Ava frowns. "I would borrow yours... I don't need a favor from Justin," I complain. "Gosh... Tiff.... can you stop already? I will never understand this hatred for Justin, but throwing away a perfectly good laptop because of hate is just plain stupidity. " Ava yells at me. "I would not give you mine if you return this to Justin, I fucking mean it!" She stands up from the bed and walk out of the room. I watch Ava go as I bit my lips. "I'm n

Tiffany*Nine Years Ago, Age 12*I hear the loud thud from upstairs immediately. I walk into the house, and I bit my lips in response.He is at it again.Faint sniffs and sob fill my ears, and I swallow the lump in my throat.I walk further into the living room in slow stride in order not to alert him.Mom always tells me to hide if he gets angry and hits her again, or else I will be the next victim.It happened the last time I didn't listen. We both ended up in a pool of our tears, so this time, I won’t let him.I already hid myself inside the kitchen's lower cupboard when I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs.My heart races, and I clench my school bag handle like my life depends on it.My life does depend on it. No one could tell what he would do in his angry, drunk state."You better fix it before I get back!" I hear him say, and the shutting of door came after.He