Novels by J.A DEMI

JasonThe night air pressed against the windows of the car as I drove through the night. The city’s usual noise replaced by a dull ringing in my ears. My knuckles were pale on the steering wheel, my thoughts spinning too fast to keep up with the lights blurring past.The streets stretched long and narrow under flickering orange streetlamps. Every few blocks, I checked the rearview mirror again, though I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see. A black SUV tailing me also? A man on a bike with a camera? Paranoia was contagious. And after tonight, Ethan had passed on enough to infect me too.I muttered under my breath, eyes scanning the mirror one more time.“Something’s not adding up. This isn’t just about Kelman.”I turned right into a quiet side street, one of those dead stretches of the city tucked between a shuttered pawn shop and a liquor store that hadn’t changed its neon sign in twenty years. I killed the engine and sat still in the silence for a second, listening to the faint h

EthanMy heart pounded as the tires of my car screeched against the asphalt. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight, my knuckles had gone white. Every second ticked like a countdown in my head. What if it’s a bomb? The timer. The photos. The taunt. The implications burned into my mind like a match to dry wood. I didn’t remember breathing on the way home. Didn’t remember the lights I sped through or the near miss with a cyclist. All that mattered was home.My foot slammed the brake pedal as I swerved into the driveway, engine still rumbling when I jumped out. The keys trembled in my fingers as I reached the door. I twisted the knob.Locked.“Selena!” I shouted, pounding my fist on the wooden frame. “Selena, open the door!”No answer.I banged again, harder, my voice now cracking. “Selena!”My pulse roared in my ears.Then—finally—the door creaked open. Selena stood in a loose robe, hair messy from lying on the couch, Ava’s baby bottle still in her hand. She looked startled, confuse

EthanI drove through the morning traffic with a tension I hadn’t felt in years. The small box sat on the passenger seat, untouched, unopened. From time to time, I glanced at it. Something about it chilled me. No return address. No name. Just the weight of threat, wrapped in plain cardboard.Selena hadn’t said much before I left. She was still upset about the morning incident, holding Ava a little too tightly, rocking her even after she fell asleep. Her eyes were puffy, and her voice had lost that usual softness. I had walked up to her, apologized again, and mumbled, "It’s just a package. Someone dropped off a gift. I’ll check it out later."She hadn’t asked further. Just nodded slowly without looking at me. I don’t know if she believed me, or if she was just too drained to care. I kissed Ava on the forehead, gave Selena one last look, and left.Now, at the office, the silence was deafening. My assistant hadn’t arrived yet. No meetings until noon. Just me, the box, and the sound of th

EthanI had barely slept.My eyes were open long before the sun crept in through the blinds. I lay still, staring at the ceiling. Everything from the day before haunted me—the threats, the cryptic message that showed up again, like a ghost refusing to die.It felt like someone was watching me, pulling strings behind curtains I couldn’t reach. I had managed to keep it from Selena… at least for now. I wanted to tell her, I really did. But each time I tried, I imagined the panic in her eyes, the fear, and how it would disrupt the fragile peace she was just beginning to rebuild.I turned my head slightly. She was still asleep, her breathing slow and even. Her hair spilled across the pillow like ink. She looked so peaceful. I shifted my gaze toward the crib near the window. Ava lay there, bundled up in her blanket, tiny fists clenched at her sides, lips parted.God, they didn’t deserve this.I sat up quietly and reached for the small notepad on the nightstand. I scribbled a quick note and

SelenaThe morning sunlight slipped lazily through the sheer curtains, warming the edges of the bed where I stirred, blinking against the soft light. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the quiet hum of the house. But even in the stillness, my thoughts drifted back to Ethan.Last night… something about the way he looked—his face—had stayed with me. He was present, yes, but part of him wasn’t. Like he was somewhere else, wrestling with something invisible. I hadn’t asked. I didn’t want to push. But the feeling had settled deep in my chest.I frowned, but only briefly. He had promised — no more secrets between us. We made that vow after everything, and I wanted to believe it still stood.“If something’s wrong, he’ll tell me… eventually.”The thought brought a small, hopeful smile to my lips. I turned over slowly, expecting to find Ethan beside me, but the sheets were already cold. He was gone.Did he leave for work already? Or maybe he was in his study?I sat up and rubbed my e

EthanIt had been five and a half months since that day — the day everything unraveled and then somehow fell back into place.SPECTRA TECH didn’t just recover. It flourished. Stocks surged, investors lined up again, and our new AI security protocol passed all regulatory tests. To the outside world, we were stronger than ever.But peace can be deceptive.I knew better than to believe in tidy endings. Something about it didn’t sit right. Maybe it was the way Francesca stormed out of court that day — defeated, yes, but not broken. Or maybe it was James' apology. Too clean. Too early. Too rehearsed.Still, I tried to live in the moment. Tried to focus on my family.Selena had eased back into work — part-time, just a few hours each week, managing some of our communications and design teams remotely. She balanced it all with a kind of grace that made me feel both proud and inadequate.And then there was our daughter.Her name was Ava. Just three months old, but somehow already the center of