Novels by Kristianah

Knock, knock.“Come in.” It was Mom. “Hey, baby.”“Good morning, Mom.” She sat on my bed beside me. “Didn't see you for breakfast this morning.”“I wasn't really hungry mom.”“Baby, I'm sorry about what happened with Nathan. I shouldn't have forced you guys to get along. It was wrong of me too.” Mom held my hand. I bit my lip so hard because I didn't want to think about what had happened.“Mom, it isn't your fault. You were just trying to help.”She was quiet for a while, then hugged me while I lay on my bed. “Okay, but I'm here if you ever need anything.”“I know, Mom.”“Dom, Emily, Jake, and I are heading out for a fair. Wanna come with?”That explained why she was dressed up on a Sunday.“No thanks.”“Okay, baby. See you later then. Bye.”“Bye, baby.”After they left, I forced myself to get up and clean. I went to the kitchen to make something to eat—toast and tea. I tried sipping the tea without considering that it would still be really hot. The heat made me spill tea on my left a

Thinking back to this moment in time made me wonder why we never had cameras in the house, or someone in the family who loved photography or videography enough to capture Nathan’s moments. Well, he had plenty of other memories, but not the kind that were recorded.Jack helped Nathan up to his room after the whole drama because he was drunk and couldn’t get up on his own.“Jake, why aren’t we like Jay? So Dad would be proud of us,” Nathan said, still leaning heavily on Jake’s arm.“Shh, shh. No talking. Just get some sleep,” Jake said, making space on his bed—since it was cluttered with scattered things—and gently laying him down.Nathan called Jake’s attention to pass the bin. Jake quickly did so, and Nathan puked into it.“It’s okay, let it all out,” Jake said, tapping his back softly. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”When Nathan was done, Jake tossed the bin aside. “Take some water, it’ll help you feel better.” He gave Nathan a glass, and after he had drunk enough, Jake

Nathan was all dressed up to go somewhere. His hair was quite messy, and his striking blue eyes were just as I remembered them. I guess some things never change. He wore black pants, a white baggy top that read Fuck This World, and a red hoodie. He pocketed his hands, carrying a nonchalant attitude, behaving like Dom’s words didn’t matter.“Nathan, why weren’t you at the airport, and why didn’t you return any of my calls?” Dom asked him.For a moment, our eyes met. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I waved at him. Of course, he snubbed me and gave me a really evil look before turning back to Dom.“Come to the airport to do what, Dad? Welcome your perfect son that isn’t even your son?”“Mind your words, Nathan.” Dominic gritted his teeth.“Sorry, Dad. I guess I’m not Jay.” He said, then left, entering his car and driving off.Well, he must still really hate me.I went inside the mansion. It was more beautiful than when I left. I looked around, lost in its glory, not even realizing my name w

My flight was a 20-hour flight, and we arrived in Boston at 3:30 p.m. the next day. After collecting my luggage, I cleared customs and went down the escalators. I wasn’t expecting to see my family right away—my other family. I felt I had to be the one to look for them. But halfway down the escalator, I heard a little soft voice call out my name.“Jay!”It was Emily. I immediately spotted her running towards the escalators, leaving Dominic, Mom, and Jake behind. I hurried down to meet her, and she jumped right into my arms for a hug.“Em!” I hugged her so tightly. “You’re all grown up now.”She pulled back and gave me a cute smile. She was bigger than the last time I’d seen her during Easter.“What are you, like eight now or something?” I teased, bending low to her level.“No, I’m turning six in two months,” she said, grinning wide. A tooth was missing.“I know, bean.” I smiled back at her.I might not have been home for a long time, but we still saw each other about six times a year w

Many people start their story from the beginning — the very point it all began, the origin. But I would like to start mine in the middle, at the point where everything changed: the moment the line from the origin took a turn and never straightened back. That moment began the day I got on my flight to Boston, all because my younger half-sister, Emily, begged me to. ---Going on my flight to Boston isn't the hardest thing. Leaving the life, I loved and had gotten used to was the hardest. "Don't be sad, you will be back before you know it. And of course, Iris and I will come visit you when we can." My boyfriend luke said, holding my hand tightly. You could tell how nervous I was. His words made me feel better in some ways, but I wasn't worried about leaving — I was worried about what I would meet. Because this trip could change everything and I didn't want that. I wanted this. "I know, I just miss you already and I wish you could come with me. Why can't you?" A little smile carved up hi

Kiara sat stiffly across from her lawyer, hands knotted together on her lap, her nails biting into her palms. She hadn’t slept in days, not since Lily filed the custody papers.The man before her—Mr. Jacobs, a calm-faced attorney with years of experience in family law—adjusted his glasses and leaned forward. “Mrs. Copper, I’ve gone through everything,” he said. “Lily has a very strong case. She’s the biological mother, and from a legal standpoint, that gives her the upper hand. And with everything that has happened to Nicholas, the trauma, the accident, it isn't looking too good for you.”Kiara’s jaw tightened. “But I raised him and my ex-husband is his biological father. That has to be something. I was there when Lily wasn’t. She walked away from him, Jacob. She—she gave him up.”“I understand,” he said softly, “but the law won’t see it that way unless Nicholas himself does. The only real game we can play here—the only chance you have—is to involve Nicholas directly.”Kiara frowned.

My trip from London to Texas didn’t take so long. Immediately I arrived, I was driven straight to Andrew’s home to apologize.When I got there, I knocked on the door, but there was no reply. Instead, I met Steve.“Hi Steve, where’s Andrew?” I asked. He could probably see how awkward I felt asking about his cousin.“Nicholas, you don’t have to feel weird, okay?” Steve said. “Yeah, I mean, it’s weird that my cousin Andrew is, you know, bi. But you’re cool. We’re cool. We haven’t had that talk before, but I’m telling you now.”“Okay… so where is he?”“He went to a party. He was pissed this morning, then he went to hang out with the Bloodlines.”“He was that pissed?”“Yeah, dude was, oof. And yeah, I think it’s at Dave’s party. I’m heading there right now — you could just tag along with me.”“Oh. Yeah,” I said.“Bro, Cilia’s gonna be stunned that you’re back this early.”“Cilia? Seriously? You guys have spoken about me?”“Uh—oh shit. You’re not supposed to know that. But you guys should f

Andrew’s POVI woke up early this morning feeling… not exactly sad, not exactly happy. Somewhere in between. As much as I hated admitting it, I missed Nick. Badly. We hadn’t seen each other since the 20th, the day he left for London. Now it was New Year’s Eve. At least he’d be back soon—that was the one thought keeping me together.I had no plans for today, except one: avoiding the Bloodlines. Lately, their presence had become unbearable. I could hardly stand being around them, yet I still had to put on the act, keep my mask in place, and not attract any suspicion. Nicholas didn’t have to say it out loud—I could see it in his eyes every time we were together. He wanted me to leave the Bloodline. Truth be told, I wanted that too. But being the leader made everything harder. If I left, it couldn’t just be for nothing. It had to be for the right reason.“Hi, Cilia. Why would you wake me up this early?” Steve’s voice cut through my thoughts.He sat up at the edge of our bed, talking quiet

I heard a knock at the door. My heart skipped. He’s here.The sound was soft, almost hesitant. I wheeled myself toward the entrance, my palms clammy against the handles. When I opened the door, there he was—Andrew—standing in front of me in a gray top, black jacket, worn blue jeans, and a brown coat that framed his shoulders perfectly. “Hey,” he said, that lopsided smile tugging at his lips. It was the kind of smile that always made me feel like maybe the world wasn’t so cruel after all.“Hey,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. Outside was bitterly cold; I could feel it even from inside.“Come in,” I said quickly. “You must be freezing.” I gestured for him to come in, glancing over my shoulder like a criminal sneaking someone past guards. “We’re good—Zack’s probably with his girlfriend, and my mom… I don’t know. She just left. Didn’t say where.”He stepped in with a faint smile, closing the door gently behind him. The chill clung to him, trailing in with the night air. With

TKs, their restaurant was dressed in gold and green, fairy lights coiling around the windows like they were trying to catch the last bit of magic before the year closed. Nicholas sat sandwiched between Anna and Steve, the air filled with the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey. Their table sparkled with wrapped boxes—big, small, and oddly shaped.This wasn’t just dinner. It was their unofficial Christmas, weeks early.Steve leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Merry early Christmas, everyone! Well, since none of us will be in town for Christmas, we’re doing it now. The first-ever ‘Heirs’ Christmas exchange.”“Except it’s not much of an exchange,” Henry joked, nudging Anna beside him. “It’s more like—surprise attacks with ribbons and glitter.”Anna laughed and squeezed his hand. Betty rolled her eyes, though a soft smile curved her lips.Cilia, sitting beside Nicholas, was practically glowing. She was always radiant in groups, soaking up the attention like it was oxygen. Didi, who s

Nicholas’s POVBy the time Thanksgiving finally arrived, we had already been in London for a week. The Copper townhouse in Kensington was exactly as I remembered it from childhood—grand chandeliers, portraits of stiff-faced ancestors glaring down from the walls, polished wood floors that echoed with every step. Everything about it screamed old money. I hadn’t been here much after Mom and Dad got divorced. It used to be Mom’s thing to bring us here while Dad worked and joined us later, but that stopped once they ended things.Zack fit in here easily. He carried himself with that calm confidence that made people respect him without question. Mom, on the other hand, was a different story. She hated this place and only put up with all of it because of my father. Every time she crossed paths with my grandmother, I could see the hate and frustration in her eyes, her polite smile strained. They tolerated each other for Dad’s memory, but the air between them was cold.Before dinner, I slipped