Novels by Kayblissz

I forced myself to turn.Walk away.Because if I stayed a second longer, I was going to scream.Or run.Or break something I couldn’t fix.I didn’t look back.Not at the gasps.Not at the giggles.Not at Evie, still clinging to Sebastian like her soul belonged to him now.And definitely not at him—standing there with that smirk, like this was all just one big inside joke I hadn’t been let in on.I walked.Fast. Out of the hallway. Out of the noise. Out of the heat crawling under my skin.The bathroom door slammed behind me harder than I meant. The silence inside felt tight. Small. Like even the walls were holding their breath.I gripped the edge of the sink.Breathe.My reflection stared back—wide-eyed, pale, cracking. There were faint veins under my eyes, threading close to the surface like they wanted out. I splashed water on my face, tried to scrub the vampire away.Didn’t work.He knew what he was doing.He wanted me to feel it.And I did.Jealousy, rage, confusion. Shame.The doo

“Let’s crank it up,” Evie purrs, clapping twice. “Basket tosses.”Half the squad hesitates—basket tosses are not for beginners—but Evie only smiles wider. The captain looks nervous, then gives a shaky nod. Music starts up again.Evie’s eyes find mine.You, that look says.Bases take their spots. Evie claims the back position behind me, fingers settling at my waist—cold, firm, too strong.“Ready?” she whispers, breath sweet and wrong. “Let’s see what you can do.”Count—one, two, three. They throw me.I feel it right away: way too high. Normal bones would break. My body adjusts on instinct, bending in a tight half-twist.I landed softly, barely making a sound.People gasped.The other girls stumbled a little—none of them landed like I did.Evie drags her nails up my spine, voice a sugar-coated blade. “Didn’t know you were such a natural. Maybe you were born for this.”My pulse roars. The captain beams—oblivious—but Evie’s still at my back, pulling the squad in.“Again,” she says, louder

School had never felt this silent.Not in the halls. Not in the classrooms.Not in me.Since the last body was found, everything shifted. The air carried a weight no one spoke about, like we were all pretending not to drown.Teachers gave shorter assignments. Students kept their voices down, like volume might summon something worse.I didn’t talk to Aiden. Not in Bio. Not in French.He didn’t press, but I could feel him. Watching. Waiting.Sebastian was gone. No texts. No sudden appearances outside my house. No smug comments were whispered in the dark corners of the school.I overheard a few cheerleaders whispering that Evie hadn’t been in school either.They sounded more curious than concerned.But I was.Not for her—For what might’ve happened to her.The silence from both of them felt too loud.And part of me was scared.Scared Sebastian had gotten to her.It had been over a week now.I needed a distraction.So when the cheer captain brushed by me in the hallway and said, “That off

Blood blossomed warm against my tongue before the echo of her scream finished reverberating off the brick.She thrashed—weak, drunken swipes that barely skimmed my shoulders.Still, I pinned her wrists against the alley wall, breath flooding hot across her cheek.“Sh-sh it’s almost over,” I murmured, voice thick with the rush.Her pulse hammered wildly, terrified. I could taste the adrenaline, the heartbreak, the cheap vodka.I drank deeper. The alley spun, colors sharpening, senses igniting.Then—Footsteps.I froze.Not police—too light.Not Noah—her scent wasn’t on the wind.Someone else is leaving the club, laughing, heels clicking.I tore my mouth away, yanked Evie deeper into the shadows behind a stack of crates. She sagged, half-conscious, a thin moan escaping her parted lips.Too messy. Focus.I listened — the couple wandered past the alley mouth, oblivious, their laughter fading into the throb of bass. When the street settled again, I exhaled—slow, controlled.Evie’s head lol

She walked beside me—but not with me.I could feel it. The stiffness in her spine, the slow-burning defiance in every reluctant step. She was done moving on my command. She’d let the scene play out to end Aiden’s questions, but the fire under her skin was for me now.Not desire. Fury.Good.Let it burn.We reached the alley behind the station, empty and shadowed. I stopped. She didn’t.“Noah,” I said flatly.She spun around, eyes lit like the sky before lightning cracks.She slapped me.The sound echoed through the alley like a shot.My head jerked sideways, not from the force, but from the fact that she did it. Her hand lingered in the air for a second—shaking. Not with fear.With fury.“Don’t you ever touch him again,” she hissed.I blinked. Blood buzzing behind my eyes.“You’re defending him? A human boy who can’t even tell the difference between danger and desire?”She crossed her arms. “I thought he was your friend.”“You should stay away from Aiden,” I said, stepping closer.She

The words hit harder than a slap.Not because I didn’t expect them.But because I did.They’d been living in his eyes since that night—unspoken, trembling on the edge of every glance, every hesitation when he looked at me too long. I’d just been pretending not to notice.I opened my mouth. Closed it again.There wasn’t an answer that didn’t break something.Aiden stood in front of me, not flinching, not backing away. But I could feel the space between us stretch tight. His body was still. His breath was uneven. He wasn’t angry.He was trying.Trying to understand. Trying not to be afraid.And that made it worse.Because he deserved the truth. And the truth… was the ugliest thing I owned.I dropped my gaze to the ground. The run here had pulled every dormant craving to the surface, and standing this close to him made everything worse. His pulse echoed in my ears like a whisper against glass.I clenched my fists. Focused on the burn in my throat. Anything but the blood scent lifting off

“You think you can protect her from me?” Daphne hissed, too close, her perfume choking me more than the air itself.Something inside me snapped. My hand shot to her throat, pressing her against the wall. Her pulse hammered beneath my fingers as I squeezed, and still—still—she laughed. A low, wicked sound that scraped against my bones.“Always a step ahead of you, Isaac,” she whispered, lips curling despite the pressure. “You’ll never win.”I squeezed harder, fury tunnelling my vision red. And then—The door creaked.A maid froze in the threshold, her eyes wide, a tray clattering in her hands, shocked and confused.The reality of what I was doing hit me like ice water. I released Daphne with a shove, stepping back. She smoothed her throat, straightening as if she hadn’t nearly been crushed. Then she smiled. That awful, triumphant smile.“I’ll destroy you myself,” she said, voice smooth as glass, “before I ever let someone else have you.”I stormed out before I did something I couldn’t

The kiss still burned on my lips as I slid behind the wheel. My hands gripped the steering tighter than they should have, knuckles whitening, jaw clenched.I hadn’t planned for it to happen like that. Hell, I hadn’t planned for it to happen at all. Gabriella was supposed to hate me—or at least keep her distance. It was safer that way. Cleaner. But the way she looked at me… the way she felt against me… There was no denying it anymore. I was in deeper than I’d ever meant to go.In loveThe second woman I had ever opened my heart to, I didn’t even believe it was possible after Sarah. For years, I’d convinced myself I was carved hollow, that love wasn’t meant for me anymore. Sarah had proved it—how fragile it all was. The pressure, the chaos, my failure to shield her… it had been too much. And when she broke, she broke completely. Her death carved me open in ways no scar ever could.I carried that blame like a brand. Every deal I made, every face I smiled at in public, every lie I told my

The moment his voice slid into the air, my body reacted before my mind could. I shot to my feet, heart hammering, and bolted down the path away from him. Gravel crunched under my shoes, lungs burning as if I could somehow outrun his shadow. “Gabriella, wait!” Isaac’s voice chased me, sharp and commanding. “Stay away from me!” I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My throat tore as I shouted, “How did you find me?” I didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, I screamed the only name that made sense— “Leah!” I burst back inside, the air colder, heavier. Leah was there, standing in the center of the room. And then I saw it—her eyes locked with Isaac’s. A silent recognition. My stomach dropped. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No. No, no…” Leah was standing in the living room, a glass in her hand. Her eyes flicked toward Isaac as he stepped through the doorway. The silence between them told me everything before her mouth ever moved. They knew each other. “No,” I whispered, shaking my h

The apartment smelled too clean. Not like bleach, not like dust, but like… erasure. Every trace of life scrubbed away, leaving only the faint tang of lemon polish and something sharper, metallic, that clung to the back of my tongue.Leah’s heels clicked against the hardwood as she moved ahead, flicking on lights. The place was gorgeous—glass walls opening to the lake, soft grey furniture, paintings that looked like they belonged in a gallery. Too gorgeous. Like it had been waiting for someone to admire it, not live in it.“Make yourself comfortable,” Leah said, slipping off her jacket. She moved with ease, like she belonged here. “No one will find you here. Not unless I want them to.”I didn’t sit. My eyes darted instead—to the windows, the doors, the locks. I’d been dragged through too many lies to believe in miracles. And Leah—calm, beautiful, composed—didn’t feel like a saviour. She felt like another trap with better lighting.“Why are you doing this?” I asked. My voice was rough,

The call cut off, but Daphne’s voice clung to me like smoke, thick and suffocating, refusing to leave my lungs. I stared at the phone in my hand, her words replaying on loop—addict, job, life—until they weren’t just threats, they were truths already unfolding. Somewhere outside my window, I thought I heard footsteps pause, then laughter, too sharp to be a coincidence. My chest tightened. Was it paranoia, or had they already seen?Another vibration shook through my palm. A text from an unknown number: Slut nurse. Can’t wait for your patients to see this.My stomach flipped, bile burning the back of my throat. The walls of my apartment felt like they were shrinking; I couldn’t breathe, sit still, or watch my life collapse through a glass screen.My chest ached with the weight of her words, but a sharper panic cut through—my car was still back at the station. If she was right, if people were already watching, then it was a beacon with my name on it.I snatched my hoodie off the chair, s

I ducked into an alleyway behind a row of shops, bracing myself against the cool wall as I tried to catch my breath. My heart was still racing, but it had nothing to do with the run. I’d kissed him. I had kissed Isaac back like I needed it to breathe, like nothing else in the world mattered. And for a terrifying, intoxicating moment… nothing else had.But then everything came crashing down. James. The crowd. Daphne’s name is banging like a drum at the back of my skull. Isaac’s marriage. The fact that I had just made a spectacle of myself—of us—like some careless girl who didn’t know how the world worked.I shut my eyes and tilted my head back against the wall, willing the sting to leave my throat, the heat to fade from my cheeks. But the memory wouldn’t let go. His hands on my face, the way his lips had trembled against mine, the way he had looked at me like he was choosing me, finally, fully—even if only for that moment.It didn’t feel like a mistake.That’s what scared me most.I di