Novels by Vina Kalviné

AZREAL'S POV Yasmine tilted her head, letting her fingers brush the bracelet I’d fastened on her earlier, her voice smooth and cutting. “Yes. My husband. The one who doesn’t need to be leashed at home because he actually wants to be with me.” The women around them chuckled, some covering their mouths, others nodding. And Yasmine wasn’t done. She leaned closer, her voice dipping to something silkier, sharper. “Tell me, Aileen—where is yours? Oh, right. Maybe he’s… busy. Too busy cheating to walk by your side.” The laughter that followed wasn’t quiet. It was the market’s laughter, the kind that spreads fast, women whispering and snickering as they passed the words along. Aileen’s face blazed, her lips trembling between fury and humiliation. She tried to speak, but every sound drowned beneath the murmurs—“cheating,” “too busy for her,” “what a shame.” She shot Yasmine a glare that could have killed a lesser woman, then turned sharply on her heel, her skirts whipping the air as sh

Her fingers lingered on the jewel, and she smiled at me in a way that made the whole damn fortress feel different. Lighter. Like it wasn’t just stone and shadow anymore.I forced myself to pull back before I betrayed too much, before I let the words in my throat spill out—because if I told her how it was chosen, how it wasn’t just some jewel but something I thought of with her in mind, I wouldn’t be able to stop.“Come,” I said instead, forcing steadiness into my voice. “We’ll be late.”“Late to what? Demon’s Day Out?” she teased, adjusting the necklace so it sat properly against her throat.I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Shopping.”Her lips curved. “Shopping. With you. Somehow that’s even funnier.”I ignored the sting of amusement in her voice, though the way her eyes danced when she said it tugged at me harder than I liked....By the time we left the fortress, the outside world was bursting with the kind of noise and life my walls had been built to shut out. Vendors called f

AZREAL'S POV "Then we should go shopping, I mean add some life, change the curtains, buy some wardrobe, maybe you read, change the bedding and the paint, if I hadn't seen you when I called out for you earlier, I was already thinking I was kidnapped or back on that pavement, dying...""You're not, and will never be there again," I cut in before she could complete her words."O-okay," She muttered, smiling."But what am I doing in your room?" She asked, peering at me like she wasn't the woman who made me laugh yesterday like I hadn't in centuries."You don't remember?" I asked, pushing back a strand of her hair behind her ears."Mmm no," She replied, moving closer."What happened yesterday?" She asked again, and I shook my head, tearing my gaze from her face."Go get ready, we're going to shop," I said, and pushed her towards the door."What about you? Demon's don't bathe?" She asked, probably looking back at how ridiculous her question was. She burst into a small laugh, infection too

YASMINE'S POV He sat across from me, silent, watching. I hated how conscious I was of his gaze, how it lingered not in judgment but in some quiet… hunger. Not for the food—for something else entirely. I grabbed the glass closest to me and drank it down. Wine. Strong, rich, the kind that burned at first but left warmth in its wake. I poured myself another without asking. Then another. Az didn’t stop me. He didn’t even move, just sat there like stone, except his eyes—the only thing about him that was alive in that moment, following my every movement like I was some mystery he was trying to solve. By the time I leaned back in the chair, I was full to the point of aching. My stomach felt stretched, my head pleasantly hazy from the wine. I let out a small groan, dropping a hand over my middle. Az leaned forward slightly. “Too much?” I smirked at him, though it came out lopsided. “What gave it away? The fact that I look like I swallowed an entire feast?” Something about saying it out

YASMINE'S POV I should’ve left him there. I should’ve closed the door and never opened it again, let him stew in his guilt until his pride rotted out of him. But when I cracked it open after an hour—thinking he’d surely left, thinking I could slip the jewel away without facing him—I found him still there. Sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, back pressed against the wall, as if the hallway itself had become his prison. “Yasmine…” His voice dragged across the air, low, pleading, catching my hand before I could slam the door shut again. The nerve of him. The arrogance of him. Even when begging, Az carried himself like the world would bend if he told it to. “Please…” he whispered, pushing against the door I was desperately trying to shut. “It’s fine, I’m good, I’ll go back.” My words were stiff, my throat raw from holding back tears. I shoved harder, but his strength made it useless. “You’re not fine, Yasmine,” he countered softly, but there was a steel thread in his voice tha

AZREAL'S POV I shoved open the glass doors, the sunlight hitting me harder than I expected. My pulse was still sharp from what I’d done inside, but the weight in my chest wasn’t victory—it was something colder. Daniel’s words echoed in my skull. Other crimes tied to him. Yasmine didn’t know. That bastard wasn’t just a liar and a cheater—he was filth through and through. And instead of letting her discover it herself, instead of bringing it to her gently, I went in guns blazing with divorce papers and shadows ready to choke the life out of him. I had taken her chance at closure. I had taken her chance at power. I dragged a hand over my face, swearing under my breath. I had to fix this. I had to apologize. Not just with words—words wouldn’t cut through the fire I’d left behind me this morning. No, I needed something that spoke louder than pride, louder than my temper, louder than the demon whispering in my ear to just keep walking and never look back. My car beeped as I unlock