Novels by Orbits

I couldn’t sleep. Not a wink, my head was throbbing, my legs were shaking, and my mind was unable to rest. All that I could think of was Triston. My hand moved up to my lips, remembering his. Remembering every touch and caress. It almost returned to how it was before. When we were still in love. I had no doubt in my mind that it was impossible. We would never return to that, not now, not in a year, and probably not in another ten years. I had accepted it, but my heart didn’t seem to. It ached, and cried out wanting him back. Wanting him in bed with me, his smell in my nose, his hands touching me. I was scrolling on my phone, just checking the weather for the day. “Mrs. Ballard?” I turned my head to the door, “I’ve finished packing your bag. Should I make you your morning tea?” Rosy came into the room, a small smile on her face. I moved up my mug, “Beat you to it.” She was astonished, “Thank you, though, please make sure Triston is awake… and have a cup of coffee ready for him?” Sh

We giggled as we were dropped off at the front of our home. My arms were held close to me, the cool of the night forcing a shiver down me. Triston held me by my wrist, a different look appearing on his face. Maybe the heavy drinking was getting to him, too. With haste, he pulled us inside our home. The warm air engulfed us, our voices loud in the empty house.I stared into Tristin's eyes. His deep, ocean-dark look in them threatened to swallow me whole. And I would’ve let it.Triston gripped my cheek, his thumb pressing softly into my skin, forming small circles on me. His other hand slipped down the center of my back, brushing over the zipper of my dress. The inside of the house remained silent. A long sigh of fabric gave way as he pulled it down with effortless precision. The dress nearly slipped off me, and my skin felt the warmth of him as he moved his hand to touch me. We were both in such an absurd mood, Triston's hand twisted on the back of my head, pushing me forward. My breath

Three Years AgoIt had been a long day of work, with a camera shoved in my face- filming for some commercial? I think it was a shampoo one… something about making my hair super shiny, but I actually preferred my dandruff-preventing one. I was scrubbing the caked-on makeup, which seemed to never come off. Great for the camera, not so great for someone who wanted it off, like now. “Iris? You looked so good for the shoot.” My stylist, Bell, was behind me, hanging the clothes I had worn. “Why are you rushing? Do you have somewhere to be?” Her voice was cheery as she spoke to me. I nodded before replying, “My wedding anniversary is tomorrow!” I chirped up. She turned her head to me, “Ohhhh, so are we rushing to pick up gifts?” I bit my bottom lip, “Well, I’m thinking of a non-traditional gift. I’m cooking.” I said lightly, “Not something big and fancy-” I was defending myself, “But I’m gonna try to make it all homemade.” I'm not an experienced cook. Our housekeeper usually made dinner,

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes red and my lips still quivering as I tried to reapply lip gloss. I looked terrible. Lashes seemed to be holding up, yet the clear tear trails cut down my cheeks. That was unmistakable. I looked like shit. I took out a compact and tried to fix what was wrong, doing my best to lessen the look of my emotions. Finally, I took my clutch, leaving the restroom making my way to the server who was seemingly waiting for me. There was one glass that seemed different, so I picked it up. “Thank you. Keep them coming tonight, please.” I said to the server, who gave me a curt nod, leaving me as I began to take a sip- “Iris?” I heard a voice call out, and I lifted my head to see a smaller woman approaching me. It was Alexandria, someone I had been told about. She had a large smile as she spoke. “I’ve been trying to catch you all night!” I offered her a small smile as I greeted her, “Hello, Alexandria- congratulations on your engagement.” I smiled at h

My heart was pounding so loudly, my ears were ringing. “You shouldn’t be speaking to me,” I told him, He looked irritated by my words. “Has he taken that from you, too? The power to talk to people-” “That's not it.” I shook my head, “You know that-” “Then you don’t want to speak with me? Say that then.” Oliver looked me down, before he took hold of my hand. “Tell me you don’t want to speak with me.” I was frozen in place at his words. “Tell me that and I will never bug you again.” I felt my lips part open, stuck as I tried to make words.I felt a grip take hold of my wrist. My eyes grew even larger in alarm as I turned my head to face him. Triston stood there, jaw clenched, grip growing harder as he yanked me his way. I was sure I would have been nearly thrown across the room, but Triston’s grip remained, holding onto me. Triston now stood between us, his body like a wall. “Don’t ever touch my wife.” His words seemed to be drawn out as the music remained to keep our confront

"I'm fine," I interrupted, my tone sharp. "No reason to do that. People will wonder why –"“If you get sick-”“Then I’ll take the luggage of pills I have. I’ll be fine.” Triston's eyes flicked up for a moment, and I continued, "I will be okay without a doctor –"“And if you collapse again? We’ll ruin Marcus’s day.” He spoke flatly. I always felt like baggage to him. Something he was forced to haul around. “We cannot have that happen.”“And bringing a doctor will prevent that?” I asked, skeptical. “A doctor will only tell you to send me for more tests. I would still have to wait until after the trip for that.” Triston pressed his lips together, his fingers scrolling slowly."You have to keep up with your medication, then. Make sure you do that," he said, his tone firm.-------------------------------------------We arrived at the restaurant, a fancy establishment that Triston had booked exclusively. He exited the car first, then helped me out, his warm hand supporting me as I stood. I s