Novels by Krysteewrites

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Two years later. I woke up to the soft patter of tiny feet running across the hallway, followed by a high-pitched giggle that never failed to warm me from the inside out. Before I could even sit up, the door to our bedroom creaked open and a little girl tumbled inside. “Mummy! Mummy!” she squealed, her hair wild and curly, bouncing around her round cheeks. I smiled, my heart bursting as I held out my arms. “Come here, sweetheart.” She dashed to the bed with all the determination her small legs could muster, climbing up with the grace of a clumsy kitten before throwing herself into my embrace. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and inhaled the faint scent of baby powder. Her name was Aria Foster. My daughter. My miracle. Strong. Unique. Precious. She was only one year and nine months old, but she had already changed my entire world. S

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The week after the wedding was pure chaos—boxes stacked in every corner, Claire rolling her eyes dramatically as she helped me sort out clothes, Becca teasing me about how many dresses I wanted to bring along as if I was moving my entire wardrobe. Liam was calm though, annoyingly calm. While I panicked over swimsuits, sandals, and dresses, he simply folded three shirts, two shorts, and called it a day. “Babe,” he said, watching me dart around the room with hangers in both hands, “we’re going for two weeks, not relocating permanently.” I shot him a glare. “And what if we decide to stay longer? What if I want to look good for every sunrise and every dinner? What if—” “—what if you end up living in your swimsuit like I know you will?” He grinned, tugging me closer by the waist until I dropped all the clothes onto the bed. “You could wear the same thing for two week

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The sun had barely slipped through the curtains when I stirred awake, the faint warmth brushing over my face like a soft whisper. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was—Liam—fast asleep beside me, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His hair was a little messy, his arm loosely sprawled across me as if even in sleep, his body refused to let me go. I smiled. The kind of smile that blooms without permission, because the heart can’t help but overflow. I stayed there for a moment, watching him, marveling at how he looked so peaceful. So safe. So mine. I wanted to trace his jawline, kiss his eyelids awake, but he looked so tired from everything—the wedding, the constant business trips, and all the chaos he carried quietly on his shoulders. So instead, I carefully peeled myself away, placing a kiss on his hand before sliding out of bed. As I made my way downsta

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The room had grown quiet. The kind of quiet that carries its own weight — not heavy, not empty, just… soft. Seirra’s head rested against my chest, her breaths slow and steady, her lashes fanning delicately against her cheeks. She had dozed off mid-sentence, somewhere between telling me about how her mum had insisted she learn to bake bread at twelve and teasing me for never having folded laundry properly in my life. Now, here she was, the woman who had stormed through every wall I built around myself, curled against me like I was the only place she wanted to be. And God, I loved her for it. I didn’t move. I didn’t even dare shift. I just stared at her — at the gentle way her lips parted when she sighed, at how her hair spilled over my arm, at the way her presence filled every corner of my world without even trying. If someone had told me months ago that this woman — Seirra Morgan —

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The weeks leading up to the wedding were a blur of lace, flowers, and whispered promises. I had spent countless afternoons slipping into gowns, staring at my reflection in long mirrors, trying to see the woman I was becoming. Not just someone’s bride, but a woman who chose peace over chaos, love over noise, and Liam over every shadow of my past. And then the day came. It wasn’t a spectacle. It wasn’t grand or flashy. It was everything I wanted: small, private, and drenched in love. Claire fussed over me as she zipped me into the gown. The silk hugged my figure like it was made for me, and when I glanced in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. My eyes glowed, my lips curved into a smile that wasn’t forced for once—it was genuine, soft, like sunlight breaking through after a long storm. “You look… stunning,” Claire whispered, her eyes glistening. I

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW The day after Liam proposed still felt like a dream. Every time I caught sight of the ring glinting on my finger, my heart would race and a goofy smile would pull at my lips. I hadn’t even told Becca yet. She deserved to know first—after all, she had been the very reason my life had taken this turn. So, when the doorbell rang that morning and I opened it to see her standing there with her usual bright grin and a bag of croissants in her hand, my heart leapt. “Good morning, sunshine!” Becca chirped, walking in as though she owned the place. “Don’t tell me you haven’t eaten yet.” I laughed, closing the door behind her. “Not yet. But I’m glad you’re here.” We settled on the couch, the croissants between us, coffee steaming on the table. Becca’s eyes, always sharp and curious, scanned my face. “You look… different. Happier. Like something big happene

Lena's POV Julian clapped his hands once, loud and dramatic, like he was sealing a deal. “Do it,” he said, eyes narrowing playfully. “If you don’t, I’ll know something’s wrong.” My heart jumped straight into my throat. I felt Xander stiffen beside me. When I looked up at him, the hesitation in his eyes was impossible to miss. He was thinking too much. We both were. So I stopped thinking. Before he could pull away or overanalyze it, I reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and dragged him gently toward me. I rose on my toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was brief. Innocent enough to pass as pretend. But it felt like everything. Xander froze. I felt it immediately. His lips were warm, familiar, and for half a second, he forgot to pull away. When we finally separated, his eyes were wide, stunned, like his mind had not caught up with his body yet. Julian stared at us, mouth open. I forced a smile, resting my hands lightly on Xander’

Lena's POV After Xander and I had a proper night’s rest, the morning came softly, like it was trying not to startle me. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, warm and gentle, and for a brief second I forgot where I was. Then I heard voices downstairs, laughter, the clink of plates, and reality settled in. Florida. Julian’s wedding. Pretending. I took a deep breath before getting out of bed. Breakfast felt… strange. Not bad. Just strange. Xander sat across from me at the dining table, dressed casually, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy in a way that looked unfairly good on him. If anyone walked in without context, they would think this was normal. A married couple having breakfast at his parents’ house. Easy. Familiar. He passed me the butter without asking. I murmured thanks. Our fingers brushed, briefly, and I hated how natural it felt. Julian had already eaten quickly and dragged Xander out with him, something about errands and wedding stuff. Even with everything g

Lena's POV Xander finally woke up, stretching lazily like someone who had slept far too comfortably. I turned my face away quickly, pretending to be very interested in the curtains, even though my heart was already awake before the rest of me.We took turns showering, carefully avoiding awkwardness. Or maybe pretending it wasn’t there. By the time we were both dressed and ready to leave, the quiet tension from the morning had softened into something calmer, something almost familiar.The drive to his family house felt longer than it actually was. My palms were sweaty, and I kept adjusting my clothes even though nothing was wrong with them. When we finally arrived, the house was already buzzing with noise and laughter.Before I could even process it, the door opened and people rushed toward us.“Oh my goodness, Lena!” Xander’s mum exclaimed as she pulled me into a tight hug. She smelled like home, like warm spices and flowers. “I’m so glad you came.”I smiled genuinely. “I’m glad to b

Lena's POV When I got home, the silence greeted me first.It felt heavier than usual, like the walls themselves were watching me pack my life into a suitcase without asking questions. I moved slowly, folding clothes, arranging shoes, slipping toiletries into a small pouch. My mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.I could have told Lucian about the flight.But I didn’t.Not because I wanted to hide it from him, but because I already knew how it would go. Questions. Worry masked as control. That quiet way he watched everything, measured everything, like he needed to keep tabs on my breathing just to feel secure.And honestly, I didn’t have the energy for that.At least I wouldn’t be idle at Julian’s wedding. At least I’d be busy smiling, pretending, playing a role I once knew too well.After packing, I stood in front of the mirror and studied myself. I wore a white long sleeve body hugging top and jeans, simple and comfortable. My curls fell beautifully around my shoulders,

Lena's POV “Uhmm… yes, I know Mr Valentino. Any problem?” I asked.Belle shook her head almost too quickly, a tight smile stretching across her lips like it was practiced.“No problem at all,” she said lightly. “Just stay still so I can roll your hair nicely.”Her tone was calm, professional, but something had shifted. I could feel it. The air around us felt heavier, charged with words unsaid.I stayed still, my hands resting on my thighs as she worked. The soft hum of the curling device filled the room, rhythmic and almost soothing, yet my mind refused to relax.So it really was her.Lucian’s Belle.Any idiot could put the pieces together now. The hesitation. The sudden stiffness. The careful way she avoided my eyes after mentioning his name. I didn’t need confirmation. My instincts had already screamed it.I studied her reflection in the mirror while she focused on my hair. She was pretty. Not in a loud, intimidating way. It was softer than I imagined. Clear skin. Kind eyes. A calm

Lena's POV When I finally reached Groovy Lit, my steps slowed without my permission.The place hadn’t changed much. Same glass windows, same soft jazz playing in the background, same warm smell of coffee and baked pastries that always made the place feel calm even when your heart wasn’t. I spotted Xander almost immediately. He was seated near the window, his long fingers moving across his phone screen, brows slightly furrowed like he was solving a problem that refused to cooperate.For a moment, I considered turning back.Coming here had felt like a mistake the second I stepped through the door. I hadn’t seen him this close in a long time. Not since my life had split into a before and after.But it was too late. He looked up, and our eyes met.I walked over, my chest tight, and sat across from him.“You called me here,” I said, keeping my tone flat.Xander stared at me for a second, like he was confirming I was real. Then his lips curved into a small, hesitant smile.“Hi, Lena,” he s