Novels by Blessing011

The silence in the hospital’s hallway was louder now.Raina sat again, the fury she felt at seeing Jessica was now gone, it was replaced by a that suffocating feeling of dread and helplessness.Jessica leaned against the wall, her arms folded but eyes nervously trained on the ICU doors. Margaret stood closest to them, unmoving, her posture unnaturally stiff.Then the doors creaked open.A doctor in blue scrubs stepped out, pulling down his surgical mask.Margaret was the first to move. “Doctor?”He nodded, his voice calm, clinical—but not without a human edge.“Okay, we've done our final checks for todayHe’s still stable for now. But still unconscious. The internal bleeding has been stopped and we managed to stabilize his vitals. However... he hasn’t woken up yet. It’s too early to say if there’s any brain trauma, but for now—he’s holding on.”Everyone exhaled at once, like they'd all been suffocating in silence.“You can go in. One at a time. But keep it brief.”He stepped aside.Ma

The tension at dinner had long dissolved into hushed conversations and swirling glasses of wine.Since Margaret and Raina broke the news, the dinner practically called it self off.Mr. Kingston returned back to his study to ponder to himself.For him, he wasn't even sure what to feel right now.Grief, disappointment, anger, guilt or nothing…Now, in one of the smaller lounges away from the main hall, Tris and Elise sat curled on the leather sofas, the flickering fireplace casting shadows across their faces. A bottle of red wine sat open on the table, half-finished.Tris poured herself another glass, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.“So, the prodigal idiot finally crashed,” she muttered, swirling the wine lazily. “I always said that temper would kill him one day. And guess I was right.”Elise let out a low laugh, brushing her fingers through her sleek blonde hair.“Fatal accident, internal bleeding, ICU... sounds dramatic. But maybe it’s poetic,” she said, crossing her legs

The concrete floor was cold against Blade’s palms, his arms straining with every push-up. He ignored the pain stabbing through his ribs with each dip of his torso. Pain had become a companion—familiar, predictable, even comforting in a twisted way. The bruises hadn’t fully healed from the last beating. His jaw still clicked when he chewed, and one eye swelled up every time he woke.Thirty-eight.Thirty-nine.Forty.The count kept him sane.The walls of the cell were gray and narrow, claustrophobic. There was no window, no clock, no mercy. Just steel and silence, broken only by the occasional grunt from another inmate or the distant echo of keys.Then came the heavy clank of the bolt turning.Blade paused mid-push-up, sweat dripping from his brow. He sat back on his heels, breathing hard.The door creaked open. A guard stepped in, face blank beneath his cap. “You’ve got a phone call.”Blade frowned. “Who?”The guard didn’t answer. He just jerked his head. “Let’s go.”Blade grabbed his

Everything was noise.The screams around, the sound of wheels clattering against the tile, the rapid footsteps, the overlapping orders barked through surgical masks, but none of it made sense to Aaron Kingston.The fluorescent lights overhead blurred into long streaks, smearing like white lightning against the black edges of his vision. He was cold. So cold. But his skin burned wherever it wasn’t numb.Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, drying against his cheek. His chest rose in shallow, jagged gasps.“He’s crashing—get the crash cart!”“Pupils reacting—barely.”“Possible internal bleeding. Prep the OR now!”They were yelling over him, around him, above him.But their voices were distant to him, like they were in another world and far away, yet so close.His head lolled to the side as the trolley rattled, hitting a threshold on the way through the sliding emergency doors.A sharp wave of pain exploded through his ribs, making his fingers twitch.His hand tried to rise, mayb

Raina rushed out of the estate, the sound of her heels striking the marble steps echoing behind her. Aaron was already halfway down the driveway, shoulders tight with fury, his movements sharp and purposeful as he headed for his car.“Aaron!” she called, her voice laced with urgency. “Wait!”But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even look back.He reached the car, yanked the driver’s door open with a force that made it groan. Raina caught up just in time to grab the edge before he could shut it.“Would you just listen for a second?” she said breathlessly.Aaron finally looked up at her, his eyes blazing. That same fire that always came out when his father was involved—it lived under his skin like a second heartbeat.“What do you want me to say, Raina?” he bit out. “That I should’ve sat there and smiled while he dismissed everything like it was nothing?”“I’m saying there was a better way to handle it,” she said, trying to keep her voice even. “You walking out like that only proves him right,

The long dining table stretched like a battlefield lined with polished silverware and untouched crystal glasses.Everyone had taken their seats now, Raina sat beside Aaron, Margaret across from them, while Tris and Lucas sat together across the table. Elise took her place with effortless grace beside Mr. Kingston, who sat at the head of the table like a man trying to keep his kingdom from crumbling.“Bring in the food,” Mr. Kingston said with a clap of his hands. A maid quickly nodded and disappeared down the hall.But the scent of roasted lamb or vintage wine would do nothing to ease the frost lingering in the room.Aaron sat stiffly in his chair, jaw clenched, arms crossed. Not once did he look toward his father.Even as servants moved about pouring wine and setting down appetizers, Aaron’s expression remained the same, like a storm just waiting to be triggered.Elise was the first to take the bait.“Still as charming as ever, I see,” she said, breaking the brittle silence with a si

"I just can't believe this is really happening."Ayla stood before the grand hall, her breath caught in her throat. For the air was filled with the sound of laughter and music, chatter of people joyful in celebration, for it was a cause for merrymaking-a fulfillment of a well-waited-for moment, for after months passed by trials and battles which brought heartaches, it had finally come:Her wedding.Her real wedding.She now turned to Ethan; her heart soaring with so much love, the intensity in his eyes keeping hers with force-the many somersaults happened within her, strong and hot oozing out in every direction. And mostly, he stood tall, an Alpha. The gaze that hit her-as if he were none other than only hers-took out all that effect."You are beautiful," he whispered.Ayla smiled, soft eyes to his. "You are perfect," she said, her tone husky low.Her hand found his, and he squeezed, offering a reassuring smile. All the betrayal, the loss, the danger-everything isn't a factor as they

"Please…spare me."Trembling in fear, words stuttered through the lips of Sophie as she knelt down in front of the council with her once proud posture now shredded. Her hands so tender and well manicured shook on the ice-cold stone floor. The grand hall of the White Fang Pack closed in around her, its high, vaulted ceiling little barrier for the oppressive weight of a hundred accusing eyes. Every murmured whisper, every hiss of disapproval was a blow.Once, she had stood at the pinnacle, the Luna of Moon Shadow Pack. Her beauty, her guile, and a keen mind had placed her there. She had ruled with a rod of iron; her will was absolute. She was feared, respected. Now, though, she was nothing.The air hung heavy with judgment, thick. She was degraded from being once respected to no more than a desperate beggar on her knees in front of people who at one time bowed to her. But fate had sealed from that particular moment when the truth made her stand exposed as a betrayer, while from then on,

Ethan chuckled darkly, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers surrounding Silas and Liam. “Outnumbered? No, Silas. I'm just better prepared.”Before Silas could reply, Ethan raised his hand in a sharp motion, and his men surged forward.“Attack!” Ethan's voice boomed across the battlefield.There came the resounding clang of steel to steel as Ethan's men hit Silas and Liam's lot. Blades shimmered in the moonlight, and snarls from wolves that had taken their transformed form were raised high in the air.Silas charged, swinging his sword into one of the soldiers of Ethan. "You fools think you can take me down?" he roared, the blows powerful but wild.Ethan watched above, his keen eyes judging the action. "Silas, you have always been good at giving orders," he said in a low tone, "but strategy-just where you always fall short."On the other side, Liam kept back, his eyes darting on the happenings on the field. His mind worked hard. This wasn't how this should go. How did Ethan know?”"Liam!

A dull, throbbing ache was the first sensation to greet Ayla as she regained consciousness. its focus in her abdomen, threatening to engulf her whole body. The effort of trying to turn sent a sharp sting coursing through her ribs.A small whimper tore from her lips.The room was dark, heavy with the scent of herbs and antiseptic. She became conscious of the warmth of the blankets tangled around her, the wooden ceiling of her bedroom in the pack house.She was in her bedroom and still alive.It came piece by piece, that knowledge, but before any other awareness could surface, a low husky voice sliced through the quiet."Ayla…"Her heart spasmed.Ethan.She forced her heavy eyelids open, blinking against the soft glow of the bedside lamp.There he was, sitting beside her, his face pale, his jaw tight with emotion. His dark eyes, always so fierce and commanding, now held something else. Fear and Guilt.Ayla swallowed, trying to find her voice. "Ethan…?"His hand immediately covered hers.

The execution ground was dead silent.Countless couples watched in a scene with bated breath as Liam was dragged to the front with hands and legs in heavy irons, his shoulder squared despite such a weight weighing down on him with his prospective death. Yet, his face displayed not a smidgen of emotion, tranquil as it was.Arms bound, the warriors standing around him gripped his arms in firm holds of flexed muscle, eyes flickering to and from each other in silent consensus. Nobody was trusting Liam, even chained.Ethan stood at the head; a gold stud that shone bright and flashed with fury almost stirred. At his sides, fists were bunched, barely repressing the wolf inside his skin.This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.The moment when it all came to an end. The moment when Liam's betrayal was finally going to be answered in blood.The elder of the council stepped forward and cleared his throat."Liam Hayes, you have been found guilty of treason against the White Fang Pack. Yo

The heavy iron door groaned while it swung open, its creaking echoing and breaking the suffocative silence of the dimly lit corridor. The scraping of boots on stone resounded through the space, rattling chains along. The air was thick with damp earth, rusted metal, and impending death.The guards dragged Liam from his cell, and Liam was not a man to show resistance. He said nothing, struggled not, gave no flinch to Cold Iron, biting into his skin with the shackles. He just walked forward, straight, expressionless, his gait even.But inside, his mind was far from still.He knew it, the instant Silas fell; just like that, it was over. No bargaining, no appeal. It was sealed; he had chosen his path, and now he would walk it to its bitter conclusion.But even knowing that-even knowing his life would be over before the sun set-there was only one thing on his mind.Ayla.She was out there, beyond these cold, unyielding walls. And soon he would see her one last time.The thought should have