Romances de Jennywrites 🌹🌹

The bell rang, sharp and sudden, snapping the class out of its dull rhythm.Aria stretched slightly in her seat, rolling her shoulders as she packed her books into her bag. Her mind wasn’t on the lecture she had just sat through—it hadn’t been for a while now. Too many things had been happening lately. Too many things she couldn’t explain.Lucas weird attitude.Selene's warning about a coming war.The things she had seen… the things she had felt.She exhaled softly, shaking her head as if that alone could clear the weight off her thoughts.“Aria, are you coming?”She looked up briefly, offering a small smile to her classmate before nodding. “Yeah, I am.”But as she stepped out of the classroom…She paused.Mark was there.Leaning casually against the wall, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a drink. He looked completely at ease, like he had been there for a while and didn’t mind waiting at all.Her lips curved into an automatic smile.“Hey.”He pushed himself off the w

Before Lucifer ever fell… Before Hell learned how to mock, how to tempt, how to play with humanity… There were the Five. They were not created. They did not rise. They simply… were. Ancient. Unnamed by time. Unbound by order. Hell did not rule them. Hell formed around them. They were not demons in the way lesser creatures crawled and clawed for power. They were principles—embodiments of impulses so deeply rooted in existence that even gods had learned not to provoke them. And among them… The First. Incubus. He did not walk into a room. He entered the mind first. Desire preceded him. Longing announced him. By the time his physical form appeared, it was already too late. His victims did not resist him—they welcomed him. Incubus did not simply seduce. He studied. Every flicker of emotion, every suppressed craving, every hidden weakness—he tasted them all. He knew what a person wanted before they admitted it to themselves. And when he gave it to them… He gave it perfect

The descent into Hell was not marked by fire.It was marked by silence.Lucas did not step through a gate, nor did he summon a portal. Hell recognized him—felt him—and parted.The air shifted first.What little movement existed in that cursed realm stilled, as though the world itself had drawn in a breath it dared not release. Then the ground beneath his feet darkened further, veins of molten crimson receding like blood retreating from a wound.He had not been here in a long time.Not because he feared it.Fear was a language Hell understood—but never dared speak to him.No… he had stayed away because this place remembered.Every scream. Every fall. Every moment of weakness.And worst of all… it remembered his father's humiliation of him.Lucas walked forward, his steps measured, unhurried, yet carrying a weight that pressed against the very bones of Hell. The corridor stretched before him—endless, suffocating, lined with walls that pulsed faintly, as though alive. Shadows clung to th

Aria stepped out of the school gates beside Mark, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Their conversation had been light, easy—Mark always had a way of making things feel uncomplicated—but her mind wasn’t entirely in it. It hadn’t been for weeks.Ever since Lucas had started keeping his distance.She had told herself it didn’t matter. That she didn’t care. That whatever they had—whatever he had made it—was better left alone.And yet…Her steps slowed.There, parked just across the road, was a sleek black sedan. Polished. Imposing. Familiar.Her breath caught.No… it couldn’t—But it was.Lucas leaned casually against the car, his posture relaxed in a way that didn’t fool her for a second. Even from a distance, there was something sharp about him today. Something controlled. Dangerous.Her heart betrayed her with a sudden, violent thud.Why is he here?After weeks of silence… weeks of distance… now this?“Aria?” Mark’s voice pulled her slightly back, but s

Lucas’s mansion did not feel like a home. Not today. The structure stood tall, elegant as always, its towering windows catching what little daylight filtered through the overcast sky. But inside— Inside, the air felt wrong. Heavy. Charged. Like something unseen had settled into the walls, pressing in, waiting. Lucas stood near one of the large windows, his back partially turned to the room. His gaze was fixed outside, though it was clear he wasn’t really seeing anything. His thoughts were elsewhere. On her. Always on her. The image refused to leave his mind—Aria, smiling softly, standing too close to someone else. Letting someone else lead her. Trusting someone else. His jaw tightened. “You’re going to wear a hole into the glass at this rate.” Her voice came like silk over steel. Lucas didn’t turn immediately. He didn’t need to. “Selene,” he said flatly. She stood near the entrance of the room, leaning slightly against the doorway as though she owned the place. Her

Morning came, but it didn’t feel like morning. There was no softness to it. No gentle easing into the day. Just a dull, dragging awareness that time had moved forward whether Aria was ready or not. Rain tapped lightly against her window—not the violent storm from the day before, but something quieter. Lingering. Like the world hadn’t quite shaken off whatever weight it had carried overnight. Aria lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She’d been awake for a while. Long enough to notice the way the light shifted behind the curtains. Long enough to realize she had no intention of getting up anytime soon. Her body felt heavy. Not tired—just… unwilling. Her mind, however, refused to be still. Selene. That image wouldn’t leave her. The way she had stood in the apartment like she belonged there. The calm confidence. The unsettling ease with which she had spoken about things Aria barely understood. And then there was what she had said. About a coming war... and the decisio

I didn't wait to hear the final bell ring. The moment the teacher closed her book, I was out of my seat, my books already in my backpack. I had earlier told Dad and Mom not to bother picking me up. Not because I was embarrassed of them, but because I wanted to take in the glory of the weird town again, and most especially, I wanted to watch the translucent girl closely. Raven Hollow High School was just as strange as the town that housed it_quiet, eerie, and filled with eyes that lingered a little too long. But none of these strange things stuck to me the way the strange breathtaking girl did. The girl with the snow white skin, and long gray hair, you'd think it wasn't real. True, that she hadn't said a word to me, or even spared me a glance... but her presence was suffocating. Cold. Ethereal. Distant. Like she belonged to another time, another world entirely. She was the kind of character you'd see in horror movies. Her porcelain skin made me remember the vampires from the

Back at Texas, I usually slept till 7:30 a.m before waking to prepare for school, but here, it wasn't the same. I've never dreaded a Monday like I dreaded this one, all my life. My alarm buzzed at 6:30, ruining my half decent dream about waffles, and my Texan besties. I slapped it off, shutting my eyes tightly so I could go back to the dreams. Mom shouted something from down the hallway. I groaned into my pillow, and sat up on the tiny bed. I hated it here. Everything was different. The strange ceiling above me. It wasn't the ceiling I used to wake up to. The room looked strange, and I wished it would disappear in a blink of my eyes. I stared at the wall, and I hated it more. Instead of the posters of my favorite band, it was a bare wood with a water stain in the shape of something vaguely resembling a skull. I groaned loudly and fell on the bed, kicking my legs into the air with frustration. This house felt more like a haunted bed-and-breakfast, than a home. It was cold, quiet, cre

MARY'S POV I used to believe that I had it all figured out. I loved Texas. It was loud, bright, and bold; just like me. There were fast cars, loud music, and bonfires that lasted until dawn. And then, there was my friends that had become more like a family. Life at Texas was just perfect for me. I knew who I was in that world, and I had a wonderful set of routine. My school, where I was even the cheerleader for our basketball team. Movie marathon nights with my clique, a lot of sleepovers, and summer parties at my favorite beach house. I had everything I could ever want. Until the accident happened. It wasn't just any regular kind of accident, or the type seen in Hollywood movies. It was a horror-filled accident that had cracked something in my parents. We were out on a sunday like every other family. We visited the park, rode in the rollercoasters, and saw a movie. It was the perfect family time for a perfect family. With music playing aloud from the car radio, we danced to th

They called it the Raven Hollow Town.Even the name tasted like ash and shadow when spoken aloud. It was a town, old with time, and hidden in the deep Northern reaches. These town nestled between jagged mountains, and dense ancient woods that whispered of things unseen.Unlike other cities, Raven Hollow wasn't a place people readily moved in to. The townfolk of this dark city were rumored to be cursed. They never asked too many questions, never stayed out late, and they never stray too far from the streets once dusk has kissed the sky.This routine wasn't a thing of choice. It was an unspoken rule that they had to adhere to, for their own safety.There was something in the air; an unspoken fear that clung to the mist, and threaded through every whispered warning."Keep your doors locked at night." They said."Do not open your doors to anyone after midnight.""Stay indoors after dark.""Never stray into the woods..."And the loudest warning of them all was;"Do not trust any friendly