Novels by Emmanuel

Jeremiah’s eyes fluttered open, his hurting eyes assaulted by the harsh sunlight streaming through the window.A deep, throbbing pain pulsed in his chest, dragging a quiet groan from his lips. The sharp ache reminded him that yesterday wasn’t just some twisted nightmare.His ex-girlfriend had cheated. And her crazed lover had shot him. Yet he was still alive. Somehow.Voices filtered through the door, low and animated and he couldn’t make out the words. Jeremiah's memory of what happened was foggy at best, but one thing stood out crystal clear, piercing blue eyes. The one who claimed to be Xander’s brother. The one who’d hovered over him with too many questions and an intrusive intensity.Was he still here?Jeremiah swallowed hard, slipping out of the room and into the hallway. It wasn't hard to spot Xander in the living room, but his focus was fixed on the broad man who made Xander's 5’8” frame look almost childlike in comparison. The man's dark hair was slicked back out of his face

“What the hell did you do?” Xander snapped the moment Everett slammed the door shut.“What do you mean?” Everett echoed, eyes flaring. “What makes you think it's my fault?”“Because I know you,” Xander's eyes narrowed, folding his arms. “And I know Jeremiah. Whatever happened had to be your doing.”Everett scoffed. “All I did was ask questions. Since when is that a crime?”Xander’s gaze flicked toward Jeremiah’s closed door. “What kind of questions?”Everett growled, defensive now. “I just... I was curious to know I didn’t expect him to panic.”“Of course he panicked, you idiot,” Xander hissed. “You’re a stranger. You can’t just show up demanding he begin trauma dumping.”Everett’s fists clenched. “What was I supposed to do? Pretend I didn’t just find my mate covered in scars and choking on his own blood?”Silence. A long one.“What?” Xander gasped. “He’s human and your mate, he already died, remember?”“Thanks, bro. I couldn’t tell,” Everett sassed, rubbing a hand over his face. Xan

Jeremiah was trapped in a nightmare.Again.Reliving every horror he longed to forget, every memory he buried deep but never truly escaped.He saw himself. The boy he used to be. The boy who died the day his father shut the door quietly, like he was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mistake.He kept asking himself what he had done wrong to deserve abandonment. Why did his father dispose of him like he was a useless pair of mismatched socks? Home had never been a place of warmth for him. It was only filled with cold memories. And pain.When he pleaded for help, desperate and terrified, the adults just brushed him off and always chose to look the other way. No one had ever done anything for him. No one noticed when the shadows swallowed him whole. Or maybe they did. Maybe they just didn’t care.No one had tried to stop the monster from taking him. The monster with dead eyes. The one who spoke in growls and carved suffering into his skin. The man who shattered him. No one tried to sa

Xander Blackthorne paused the music, nose wrinkling as the sharp scent of blood pierced the air. It was thick and fresh, someone was hurt and losing a lot of blood, and from the faint groaning outside, the fucker was dying right at his doorstep.He muted the movie and stood up reluctantly. Thankfully, Jeremiah wasn’t home, his sensitive roommate would’ve lost it if he saw anything too gory.Peeking through the window first, Xander’s eyes narrowed. A body was crumpled beside the dumpster. He cracked open the door cautiously, the metallic scent intensifying. But then something else hit him_familiar beneath the blood.His breath caught.“Jeremiah? Oh fuck_,”He bolted forward, his chest constricted as he turned the body gently. “Jerry,” Xander whispered, shaking hands hovering over the gaping wound in his friend’s chest. He fumbled for a pulse. Relief hit him like a wave when Jeremiah whimpered softly.“I’m going to lift you now,” Without hesitation, Xander scooped Jeremiah into his arm

Jeremiah froze. The unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin and breathy moans echoed through his girlfriend's room. His heart dropped as he stood, paralysed, unable to turn away. They were so into the pleasure that they didn't even notice his presence. “Becca…,” Jeremiah choked out and silence fell instantly. “Who the fuck is that?” the man beneath Becca growled, his gaze locking onto Jeremiah first. Becca whipped her head around, eyes wide with horror. "Oh my God, Jeremiah," she scrambled off the man’s lap, grabbing a blanket to shield her body. “Why are you here? I thought you said you would be going to the library first!” she gasped “So this is why you refused to come with me?”Jeremiah didn’t move. His voice cracked through a sob. "How could you do this to me?" “Oh, is that the boyfriend?” the stranger scoffed, rising from the bed, completely naked. He reached for Becca, pulling her possessively against him. "It's nice to finally meet you, Becca has told me a lot abou