Novels by Deewrites

AURORA’S POV: The warmth of Loni’s home wraps around me like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. It smells like cinnamon and old wood- comforting, grounding. My heart is thudding in my chest like it wants to escape, but I force myself to sit, to breathe. Loni leads me into the living room. "Sit, darling. Make yourself comfortable," she says gently, her eyes still flicking over me like she’s seeing a ghost. I sit. My fingers curl into the couch cushion. I don’t know how to begin. I have so many questions but they all jam at the front of my throat like a traffic pile-up. Loni watches me with that motherly kind of patience, the one that says you can take all the time you need. I finally ask the question that's been echoing inside me since the moment I saw the letter. Not having the patience to wait for her to prompt me, I ask, "What was my mom like?" Loni’s eyes soften, and she smiles in a way that makes her whole face light up with memories. "Mavilla was...a firecracker. She

AURORA'S POV: "Girl, you haven't packed your personal stuff yet?" Cali's voice rang out in the bathroom disrupting my focus. My eyes are trained on the letter sitting pretty inside my open suitcase. The letter from my...Mom. It sounds so weird coming from me. Sigh.I've been contemplating whether to open the letter or wait till my 18th birthday. I feel like somehow it would help me recieve the love of a mother even if it's through a letter. A mother who loved me. "I'll pack it as soon as you leave the bathroom ten years later." She's been in there for so long it's worrying. If she hadn't called out to me, I would have thought she fainted in there or something. "Oh please. Ohhh! That reminds me. I have so much tea to spill." Typical Cali. "Tell me when you come out. Well, that is if you do ever get out of there." I laugh out loud. To my surprise, the door clicks and Cali comes out with a white towel wrapped around her hair and body. "Bitch, what were you sa

AURORA'S POV: The hotel ceiling is cracked in one corner.It’s a small thing, barely noticeable unless you're lying flat on your back with nothing but your own thoughts clawing at you. Cali and the rest left the room a while ago in search of lunch. Celeste has been too traumatized to come back into the room. That's a win, I guess. I turn onto my side, the sheets whispering against my skin. The room smells faintly of salt, the ocean carried in through the half-open window but it’s not enough to calm the storm inside me.I squeeze my eyes shut trying to get some sleep and silence the voices but then the memories come. Uninvited. Relentless.First, Jon. I see him the way he looked that night on the school field; all broad shoulders and messy hair, laughing at something stupid I said.That stupid, lopsided grin of his.The way he offered me his jacket without thinking twice, even when the cold made his teeth chatter."You’re freezing, Rory. Take it."I think that was t

AURORA'S POV:Arc and I came back to the hotel a few minutes ago. Jon will probably come later. I'm not in the mental space to listen to his mother or even ... see her. The key card clicks in the lock, and I push open the door to the room I share with Cali, Celeste, and a girl whose name I don't even bother remembering. I step inside. They're lounging everywhere, on the beds, by the vanity, laughing about something shallow and stupid. Celeste spots me instantly. Her gaze snags on mine, sharp and mean, the way it always is. Like she’s waiting for me to trip again so she can feast on the wreckage. "Well, well," she drawls, voice dripping with sugar and venom. "Back already? Was it too much for the little stray?"I don't have the strength for this. I'm aching to just sleep at this point.Celeste snickers. The other girl looks away, uncomfortable but I don't shrink back this time. I don't lower my head or bite my tongue. I walk in, shutting the door behind me with a s

Aurora’s POVThe cold bites into my skin as I run. My feet pound against the pavement, faster than my thoughts, but not fast enough to outrun them. They scream in my ears, louder than the wind, louder than Loni’s voice, louder than the truth.Mavilla and Bruce…My lungs burn, but I can’t stop. Not when every step echoes it’s your fault. Not when every blink shows me their faces; my parents’ faces, etched into that damn photo, smiling like they weren’t about to die for a child who would forget them.Who did forget them. I stumble, hands scraping the edge of a stone wall as I veer off the sidewalk. Trees blur past. My vision spins. My heartbeat isn’t even mine anymore, it’s pounding like a drum summoning ghosts.And they come.Flash. She’s tall. Regal. Eyes like fire. My mother, no, Mavilla. Her silver hair is tied back as she leans over a map spread across a table. “They’re coming,” she says, voice tight. “We don’t have time.”A man beside her slams his fist down. His

AURORA'S POV:"What do you mean? I don't have any parents. I don't know what you are saying." She is just joking. Right? "Just take a look at the picture again. I know this is a lot for you.... A whole lot to spring on you after 17 years but I'd rather tell you the truth now than let you move around blind in this dangerous world." I don’t blink. I don’t move. The photo in my hands feels heavier than it should. Like it’s soaked in memories I was never allowed to have. Mavilla and Bruce. My… parents. The woman, Mavilla, has my eyes. That same arch in the brows. That same curve to her lips like the world never quite made sense to her but she smiled anyway. And Bruce? His shoulders look like a wall of strength, his arm draped around her with quiet pride. My parents. Mine. I have a mum and dad. I had... A pang of longing rips through me. I didn’t even know I could miss something I never had. Loni’s voice breaks the silence. "They were brave. Fierce. The kind of pe

KAIA'S POV: The smell of cafeteria food lingers in the hallway as I shut my locker, trying not to think too hard about the whispers that seem to follow me through the school. It's been a few days since I met Rhea, and even though we’ve only shared a few glances, there's something about her that draws me in. She's always alone. Always quiet. Like me. I catch sight of her walking down the corridor, books clutched tightly to her chest. Her dark hair is tied in a messy bun, and she's hunched in that way people get when they’re used to making themselves smaller. A few steps behind her, I spot a group of girls - three, maybe four, trailing after her like predators. One of them stands out immediately: the tall blonde with icy eyes and the fang symbol on her shirt.Her. The stupid ass bitch. The same girl who shoved me aside my first week here."Hey freak," the blonde girl snarls, kicking Rhea’s heel hard enough to make her stumble. Her books scatter across the floor, the sound

KAIA'S POV: I wake up to silence. Not the kind that feels peaceful. The kind that feels… wrong. Like the world is holding its breath. Even the birds aren’t chirping.I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The room is cold. Too cold. The window is shut but the air bites at my skin like frost. My hand finds the necklace around my throat - the silver fang charm resting against my collarbone like a promise I don’t understand yet. The dream from last night lingers like fog. Not as sharp as the nightmare before, but something heavy presses behind my eyes. Like I was somewhere I shouldn’t have been. Like something followed me back. I get dressed without thinking. Jeans. A hoodie. Sneakers. Just enough to blend in.I want to feel normal today. I need to feel normal. I also want today to feel normal for once. But school has other plans.**** The hallway buzzes with low chatter when I get there, but it quiets unnaturally when I walk in. Eyes slide toward me. Whispers rise like steam.

AURORA'S POV: I don’t go downstairs the next morning.I stay curled on the edge of my bed with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms wrapped around them like a cage. I haven’t cried, not yet, but my head feels like it’s been crying all night. Heavy. Foggy. On the verge. There’s a knock at my door.It's soft and gentle."Kaia?" Ezra’s voice.I don’t answer. "Okay. I’m just gonna leave this here." A pause. "It’s cinnamon toast. You liked that, right?" The plate clinks softly as he sets it on the floor. Then silence. I wait until I hear his footsteps fade before I crawl over and open the door just a crack. The plate is still warm. The toast is perfectly golden. It even smells like childhood, like something I was never allowed to want.I take a bite, chew slowly. It tastes like guilt.**** When I finally drag myself downstairs, Rowan is already waiting at the bottom, leaning against the railing like he’s been there for hours."We need to talk." I groan. "If I had a d

KAIA'S POV: I have been avoiding the mirror all morning. I know what I saw last night, well, what I think I saw but I also know how dreams mess with your head. I haven’t slept right since I got here, and maybe I’m just cracking under the weight of all the weird. Still, I brush my teeth with my head down and tug a hoodie over my tank top like it’s armor. When I finally look up, my eyes are their usual muddy brown.No gold.No wolf.Just tired, heavy-lidded Kaia.***** Rowan isn’t at the breakfast table. Neither is Lucien or Ezra. There’s a plate of eggs on the counter, but no note. No footsteps. No noise. It’s eerie.That's so not weird. I sit and eat half, more out of obligation than hunger, then grab my backpack and head out the door.The walk to school is quiet. Too quiet. Even the birds seem to avoid chirping near this place.I get halfway down the block before I hear it - a low growl.I freeze. Spinning, I glance behind me, but nothing’s there. Just trees, hous

KAIA'S POV: Another day, another silent battle not to scream. The school feels off today. It’s not something I can explain. Just a low hum under my skin, like I walked through a static field and it hasn’t stopped buzzing. I tug my hoodie tighter around me even though the halls are warm. It’s not cold. I just feel exposed. Axel’s leaning against my locker when I get there, grinning like the hallway is his runway. This guy is such an attention seeker. There are some students looking at the scene he is low-key creating. Oh Lord."Good morning, sunshine," he drawls. He says it every day now, like he’s trying to brand the phrase into my brain. I roll my eyes and give him a stiff smile."I don’t shine." "You glow, then," he corrects, and those dimples flash as he winks. If that's his idea of flirting then he is failing woefully."Annoying," I mutter."Charming," he counters. From behind me, I feel it before I see him. That shift in the air. Like the hallway just tensed.

KAIA'S POV: I lie awake in the bed that’s too soft, staring up at the ceiling that’s too high. The room smells faintly of lavender and something sweeter I can’t place, like fresh snow or expensive perfume. It should feel like a dream... being taken from a life of misery and dropped into luxury. But all it does is make the pit in my stomach twist tighter.All the what ifs that keep popping up in my mind... I can’t stop thinking about the way Axel and Kai looked at me today. The exact same moment their eyes glowed. That flash of blue so vibrant, it made me think I imagined it. And the way they whispered the word "mate" like it meant something, something terrifying and unchangeable. I turn on my side and squeeze my pillow, trying to smother the memory. It doesn’t work.A soft knock sounds on the door. I sit up, brushing my hair out of my face. "Yeah?" The door creaks open, and Ezra leans in. "Hey, kid. Can’t sleep?"This is definitely new....I shake my head. He