Novels by J.O Made

Elena – POVThe kiss was chaotic, messy, and desperate, and utterly intoxicating.I didn’t know who moved first. Maybe we moved at the same time, colliding in the center of the storm we’d both barely survived. There was no room for restraint, no space for guilt or thought. Only emotion is raw, wild, and all-consuming.He kissed me like he needed it to breathe, and I returned it with everything I had left.Our bodies pressed together like magnets. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp, and that sound… it drove him wild. I felt the hard edge of his desire pressing into my thigh, and I shuddered, arousal surging through my veins like wildfire.I pulled him closer.My hands roamed upward, then wrapped around his neck. He groaned against my lips when I gently gripped his throat, my fingers tightening just a little. It was instinct. Emotion. A silent command to let go. And he did.He moaned into my mouth like I’d stolen the last bit of control he had. The sound m

Elena – POV"Charlotte, I’m going to kill her.”The fury in Damien’s voice was like thunder cracking open the walls of his office. His chair scraped against the tiled floor as he stood, fists clenched, shoulders taut with rage. For a second, he wasn’t Damien anymore he was wrath incarnate, pure, undiluted grief twisted into something sharp and dangerous.I stepped in front of him without thinking.“No,” I whispered, my palms pressing against his chest.His heartbeat was a wild, frantic drum beneath my hands.“Move, Elena,” he warned, his voice low, trembling not from fear, but fury. “I need to”“No,” I repeated, stronger this time. “You can’t.”He stared at me. For a breath, I didn’t think he saw me at all. His eyes were glassy, consumed by the image of his brother, by the sound of his voice saying “Adrian and Charlotte are the reason” but then they flicked downward, to the tears streaking my cheeks.“Elena…”I didn’t let him finish. I stepped back, wiping my eyes roughly with my slee

Elena – POVCharlotte and Lucas.Never…never in my life did I imagine those two names in the same sentence, let alone in the way the letters revealed them.How did they even meet? How did this start?Seven letters. Seven handwritten pieces of someone else’s heart.And they were love letters. No question about it.Some pages smelled faintly of faded cologne, others were smudged at the edges, as if reread by trembling hands. The words were tender, romantic, and reckless, filled with longing. Lucas had been ready to give up everything for her. He wanted to leave, to start fresh. With her.“You don’t have to be afraid about me being accepted,” one letter read. “We can leave everything behind and go to Paris.”It felt surreal. Painful.If they loved each other so much, why did she kill him?The question burned through me, louder than my thoughts. My fingers trembled as I reached for another letter, but my eyes stung too much to focus. I wasn’t ready for more, not yet.I needed proof. Somet

Elena – POV"You want the key to my brother’s mansion?” Damien asked, one brow arching in suspicion as he leaned against the doorframe of his office.I met his gaze, unreadable. “Yes.”He studied me for a moment. I didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Just waited.“Why?”I shrugged, pretending I didn’t care more than I did. “To get information. How else am I supposed to uncover the truth?”He didn’t say anything at first. The silence between us stretched long enough to make the walls feel smaller. But then, wordlessly, he turned to his desk, pulled open the drawer, and tossed the key toward me.I caught it midair.“Thanks,” I said simply.As I turned to go, I paused. “Also… can I take your car?”That earned me a slow, suspicious glance. “Gas tank’s full. Don’t crash it.”I smirked. “Wouldn’t dare.”I left his room with the cold metal key pressed into my palm. I didn’t know what I’d find at Lucas’s house if anything but I needed to try. Time was bleeding out fast, and I wasn’t about to waste i

Adrian POVThe house was too quiet when I got home. No cheers, no relief, just a hollow silence that made the walls close in around me. The shares were back. The company was mine again. But inside, I was a storm barely contained.The phone call had come from someone unknown, a voice clipped and cold with a plan that had saved me. Sell what didn’t matter, buy back what counted. The pieces had moved silently, and before anyone knew, control was back in my hands.But the victory felt like ashes in my mouth.Charlotte was in the kitchen when I walked in. She didn’t turn to greet me, just leaned against the counter, scrolling through her phone, jaw tight, lips pressed into a thin line.“You’re late,” she said flatly.“Meeting ran long,” I replied, trying to sound casual, but the exhaustion leaked into my voice.She snorted without humor. “You got the shares back. Big deal. What else did you screw up today?”The bitterness in her tone cut deeper than I expected. I closed the distance betwee

Elena POVI picked up the envelope and turned it over in my hands.No name. No logo. But the moment I opened it and saw the contents, I knew who it was from.Dex.It was a file thin, precise, impersonal. Classic Dex. The title on the first page read Lucas Grayson. My chest tightened. I had called Dex a few days ago, asking for anything any scrap of information on Lucas. Apparently Dex had been listening.Still, a shiver ran down my spine.How the hell did he know I was here?No one came near the appliance room. Not even the cleaners. It was the forgotten part of the house quiet, dark, and reeking of bleach and mildew. I’d made it mine out of necessity, not comfort.My eyes flicked to the hallway beyond the door. Only one person could’ve told him.Damien.I scoffed and shook my head, the very thought of his name souring my stomach. That bastard.I still couldn’t believe he’d strangled me. Not metaphorically. Not with words. With his actual hands wrapping around my neck like I was dispo