Novels by Kristianah

Whispers—that was all I could hear as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. I turned my head toward the door, catching sight of my mom talking quietly with Dr. Chen.“From the EEG, from the results…” Her voice was a blur.I forced myself to focus, blinking sluggishly.“…the EEG shows abnormal discharges, which indicate a high risk of future seizures,” Dr. Chen said clearly this time.“Dear God, what does that mean for him?” Mom asked, her voice laced with panic.Dr. Chen remained calm. “I can’t say too much just yet, but he needs to avoid seizure triggers like stress, emotional overload and must take his medication consistently to prevent future episodes.”I tried to listen, but the overwhelming drowsiness made it nearly impossible.I groaned, trying to push myself upright. Turning my head, I spotted Bob slumped on the couch near the window, snoring softly, mouth wide open. I stifled a laugh.A piece of bread sat untouched on my plate. I picked it up and tossed it at him. It landed

My dad always told me a story from ancient China. He said there was once a skilled archer named Hou Yi and his beautiful wife, Chang’e. Their love was pure unshakable.One day, ten suns rose in the sky, scorching the earth and threatening all life. Hou Yi, a great hero, took his bow and shot down nine of the suns, leaving just one. As a reward, the Heavenly Queen Mother gave him an elixir of immortality. However, Hou Yi didn’t want to live forever without his beloved wife, so he hid the potion at home.But fate was cruel. A greedy apprentice tried to steal the elixir while Hou Yi was away. To protect it, Chang’e drank it herself, even though it meant she could no longer stay on Earth. She floated up into the sky and landed on the moon, where she became the Moon Goddess, separated from Hou Yi forever.Every night, Hou Yi would look up at the moon, longing for the woman he loved. On the full moon, he would leave out her favorite cakes and fruits as an offering. People say that if you lo

“Ha, ha, ha, ha!”Laughter echoed through the entire garage.“Dad, stand still so I can get the right angle! Stop turning around and making funny faces,” Nicholas said, laughing so hard his cheeks turned red.He stood behind a board with a sketchpad and charcoal in hand.“Nicholas,” his father, John, called out, “you have to be able to look at the figure you want to sketch, take a picture in your head, and use that as your guide. It doesn’t matter how many times they move—you must visualize the angle and sketch it from memory, Nicky.”“Let’s see what you’ve got there,” John said, walking over to Nicholas to check his sketch.He picked up the sketchpad and analyzed it.“Whoa, you did good, boy. Come give Daddy a hug.”He dropped the sketchpad and hugged his son.“Thank you, Daddy. I love you.” “Nicholas!” a voice called faintly.“Master Nicholas, wake up. It’s time to get ready for school.”Nanny Tee’s gentle shake pulled me out of the dream. I had dozed off at my sketch board again l

…It was Andrew.Standing behind the counter in a faded black apron, hair slightly disheveled, face pale with a bruised cheek and a swollen red eye from the fight earlier today. He looked nothing like the untouchable, arrogant Andrew West from school—the one who could silence a hallway with a single glance.This Andrew looked… desperate. Vulnerable.Wasn’t he supposed to be richer than I am? What was a spoiled, entitled rich kid doing working at a diner—looking like he was begging to get paid?I froze, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. I ducked quickly, hiding so he wouldn’t see me. He was too focused on the man towering over him—probably the owner of the diner. Mr. Diggle looked older, rough around the edges, and very much in control of the conversation.Andrew looked like a child being scolded.“I told you,” Diggle snapped. “You’ll get the money when I say so. Not before. You mess up again, and that’s it.”Andrew clenched his fists. “But I’ve done everything. Please…”Please.That didn

Doom. Doom. Doom. Doom.I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. It’s so loud. So fast.Where the hell am I being taken?"Help!" I screamed.No reply. Only the sound of footsteps.Then—suddenly—I was dropped.A sharp jolt shot through my body as the bag was yanked off my head. My vision blurred for a few seconds, but as it cleared, I saw them.The Bloodline.All of them. Except Andrew.They’d taken me to a deserted part of the school grounds—somewhere behind the old gym, far from where anyone would hear or care.“What the hell is wrong with you people?” I snapped, my voice shaky but defiant as I tried to catch my breath.I’ve never really understood where my boldness comes from. I just… say things. Even when I know it’ll get me hurt. Maybe some version of the old me—the untouchable me—is still buried in here somewhere.Maybe today’s the day he dies.They all stared at me like I was some kind of freak.Then Dave—Andrew’s best friend—stepped forward. He crouched to my level, tilting

It took forever for morning to come.I barely had any sleep last night, battling from the dull, throbbing pain that still resonated from yesterday’s beating, the chaotic aftermath of dinner, and the terrifying prospect of Zack’s inevitable vengeance – how could I possibly sleep? So much for feeling whole again.Mom’s worried sick now. Zack had her convinced I was bullied—and he’s not wrong, but I don’t want her knowing that. Now she’s determined to schedule a meeting with the school board. Ahh! The thought alone sent a fresh wave of dread through me. Great. Just what I need.Zack, on the other hand, is definitely up to something. I don’t know what it is yet, but I can tell—Andrew’s going to regret ever laying a hand on me.Zack and I may not be close, we might constantly butt heads and disagree on almost everything, but when it came to me getting hurt, Boy, he turns into a whole different person.I still remember after the accident... Zack was furious with Mom. He truly believed s