Novels by staciatomzy

The next morning, I woke up refreshed and ready for the day. After a rejuvenating shower, I dressed elegantly, styled my hair, and headed downstairs.As I descended, I was taken aback by Kyle's transformation. He sat on the couch, looking dashing in a tailored suit, his left hand idly swirling a key around his finger. The bandage on his right hand was a stark reminder of his injury."Are you done?" Kyle asked, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.I nodded, curiosity piqued. "Are we going to work together?"Kyle shook his head, standing up with fluid elegance. "Not to work, but somewhere else.""So, let's go."I trailed behind him, wondering where we were headed. Please don't let it be one of those tedious business meetings.Kyle slid into the driver's seat, and I settled into the passenger seat beside him.~~~~~My curiosity grew as Kyle navigated the car through the bustling streets.Then the vehicle halted in front of an elegant bridal boutique. My eyes widened as Kyle stepped ou

~~~~~~~~~~I was 12 againReliving the joy and excitement of my birthday."Dad, please, I want it! Please!" I begged, tugging on his sleeve, my eyes shining with anticipation."We can get it tomorrow, sweetie," he replied, his warm smile and gentle tone softening the disappointment.Undeterred, I dashed to my mom, who was busy arranging colorful snacks on the kitchen counter for the party guests."Mom, can you tell Dad that I need it?" I pleaded, my voice laced with hope."How about after the party?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with amusement.I pouted, persistence etched on my face. "But the party won't start for two hours! We have time!"Mom's expression softened, her hands pausing mid-task. "Fine, fine." She caressed my cheeks, her touch warm and reassuring.She turned to Dad, her voice gentle but persuasive. "James, I think we should get it for her. It's her birthday, after all."Dad's face broke into a wide smile. "Okay, okay!"I squealed, thrilled, bouncing up and down. "

"I'm here to see your wife, not you," Harry said, his eyes locked on mine as he tried to step forward.Kyle swiftly blocked his path. "Anything you want to tell my wife, you can tell me."Harry's smirk twisted into a sneer. "Just wondering what you and your grandmother are planning now. Want to use this young lady for your games?"His words sent a shiver down my spine."And does she know that you're a murderer?" Harry spat, his eyes flashing with venom.I stood frozen, confusion and shock etched on my face. This wasn't the smiling Harry I'd met at the company. Who was this person?Kyle's anger boiled over. "I think you need to leave now," he growled, his fists clenched.Harry chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I'm just getting started. You can't hide the truth forever, Kyle." He said "I don't have much time to waste here," he added, shoving his hands into his pockets. He strode towards a sleek car, presumably his.Before driving off, Harry turned back, his gaze locking onto mine

Harry's gaze lingered and smiled "I'm DK, but if it makes you more comfortable, you can call me Harry. I just...prefer DK."His denial was unsettling, bordering on obsessive. I felt a shiver run down my spine."Can...can you take me back to the company?" I askedHarry's eyes locked onto mine once more, but I looked away."Please," I added, my voice barely above a whisper.Harry chuckled. "You're really interesting."With that, he started the car and continued driving, presumably back to the company. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken questions.As we drove, I stole glances at Harry, searching for answers. "Can I ask something?" I asked, still avoiding his gaze."Sure," Harry replied, his eyes on the road."Do you know how Keith died?" I inquired, finally meeting his gaze.Harry's expression shifted, a fleeting seriousness crossing his face. "I think you should let Kyle answer that himself.""Kyle?" I scoffed. "He'll never tell me."Harry's smile returned, laced with an

I lay in bed, replaying the chaos. Kyle's explosive reaction to missing the welcoming party left me bewildered. His bloodied hand lingered in my mind. Was I genuinely worried about him? I pushed the thought aside.What triggered his outburst? His pride? Ego? Something more?Curiosity got the better of me. I tossed off the covers and padded downstairs. The living room was spotless, except for blood droplets on the floor. If the maids were around , they would’ve cleaned it but the maids must have retired for the night. I grabbed a towel and cleaned the stain.My feet carried me to Kyle's room. The door creaked open. Kyle sat on the bed, shirtless, tending to his wound. His eyes snapped up."What are you doing here?" Kyle's tone was laced with suspicion.I ignored his question, focusing on the gash. "Let me help."Kyle's gaze narrowed. "I don't need your assistance.""Suit yourself," I replied, moving closer. "But infection risks—""I'm handling it," Kyle interrupted, his jaw clenched

As I stepped back into the office, I found Kyle lounging in my chair, swiveling it lazily. His piercing gaze locked onto mine."Skipping work now?" Kyle asked, his voice dripping with disdain.I sighed, exasperated.“Check the time, Kyle. It's 12:15. It’s Lunch time."Kyle's eyebrows arched, surprised, but his smirk persisted. "As head of department , shouldn't you set an example? Finish critical tasks before breaking?"I stood firm. "My work's done. That's why I stepped out."Kyle's expression turned glacial. He clicked his tongue, rising from my chair. "Well, work harder," he spat, turning to leave."Kyle?" I called out, halting his departure.He pivoted, curiosity flickering across his icy features. "Yes?"I thought whether to mention Harry's presence, but thought better of it. Kyle's patience was already wearing thin. "What?" he snapped."I just wanted to say thank you “ I replied, insincerity lacing my voice.Kyle's gaze lingered, his expression unyielding. "Don't think I'm do