Novels by MayRee

---Chapter 7He Didn’t Ask for PermissionLeila Monroe’s POV---The note shook in my hand…..“Watch this alone and make sure to tell Sebastian nothing.”I stared at the words until they blurred out as tears had welled up in my eyes, something in my gut twisted, dark and heavy, it got my mind twisted too.I should have waited…., I….. I should have called someone, I should have taken the damn flash drive to the police, I had multiple thoughts running in my head obviously but I didn’t.I was already unlocking my laptop, fingers moving like they didn’t belong to me and I slide in the flash drive with a faint click.One file.VID\_AMA005.I hesitated… then I pressed play.It was grainy, Black-and-white, exactly just like the photo with the same hallway and the same timestamp.But this time, the woman “Amelia” was moving fast with her heels clicking like gunfire, and her breath ragged.She was being chased.And though the camera didn’t catch the pursuer’s face, I saw the edge of a tailored

Chapter 6Whispers, Warnings & WarLeila Monroe’s POV---I was still shaky when I walked out of Sebastian’s office it was not from what we’d done but from what it meant.He didn’t just touch my body.He touched something deeper…something I hadn’t let anyone near since my father’s death, since trust had become a fragile currency I held instead of spent.But this wasn’t love.Not yet.This was something else, it was possession laced with fire and protection laced with power.And it was waking something dangerous inside me.---Back at my desk, the smirk on Anderson’s face twisted.He’d heard.He obviously wanted me to know he’d heard.And yet… he didn’t say a word.Not yet that day.It was exactly 4:47 p.m the same day when a small, square envelope slid across my desk.It had no name and no office stamp.Just the words:“You’re not the first. But you can be the last.”And signed “A Friend”My pulse skipped.Inside, there was a photograph….grainy with Black-and-white surveillance style.

chapter 5He Didn’t Just Want Her:He Wanted Control.Leila Monroe’s POVI was five minutes late the next morning.Just five.But Anderson was already at my desk.His smile didn’t reach his eyes.“You’re slipping, Leila.”I blinked. “The train….”He held up a hand. “Excuses are unbecoming.”The office was quiet, the hum of productivity masking the undertone of threat in his voice. His eyes dropped to my neckline, lingered, then lifted with mock professionalism.“You and I should have a chat. Privately.”Her stomach coiled.“I’m behind on Sebastian’s report…”“Funny,” he said immediately, leaning down, voice low. “You weren’t behind when you were moaning his name on that balcony.”I was shocked.He knew.“You followed me?”“I own the security feeds, Leila.”I stood too fast, my tender heart slamming. “That’s illegal”.“Sweetheart,” he said softly, “you’re in no position to lecture me about ethics. Or loyalty.”And there it was his game.Jealousy wrapped in moral superiority. Lust cloake

chapter 4The Room Was Too Small for ThreeLeila Monroe’s POVThe investor gala gleamed with crystal glasses and hollow laughter, and I had never felt more watched in my life.Not just by him.But by Anderson too.He’d been circling me all night with fake smiles, lingering glances, his hand brushing mine too many times when I passed the champagne.I didn’t come here to flirt with my boss because she knew Sebastian would be here.And when my doe eyes found him across the marble room, dark suit, hand buried in his pocket, jaw clenched like he’d rather be anywhere else, I almost turned to liquid in my clicking heels.He hadn’t looked at me like that in the office.Like he felt it too.But Anderson saw it.He saw everything."You clean up nice," he said from behind her, far too close for comfort. His breath touched her neck. “Not every intern gets an invite. Especially dressed like that.”I smiled politely and took a sip of the drink. “I was told you needed help with logistics.”“I needed

Chapter 3Some Silences Know Too MuchLeila Monroe’s POVThere were days when I totally forgot to breathe around him.Not because he did anything.But because he didn’t.Sebastian Whitlock didn’t linger in hallways nor even by elevators or “accidentally” show up in the same meeting twice. And yet his presence haunted the air like aftershave and thunder. Silent. Unyielding.Every time I caught a glimpse of him a flicker of his frame behind his glass, his voice clipped in a conference call, the shape of his back as he past walked through the office without looking once in my direction it all felt like I was unraveling by degrees.And still, he never for once touched me.Not even accidentally.Not even to hand me a pen.I immediately started craving the absence and it made me insane.I wanted it to snap.But he never let it.Three days passed.No emails.No elevator rides.No private messages with locked subjects.Just….me.The space between he and I , which somehow felt thicker than the

Chapter 2 The Office Door Was Never Supposed to Close Behind Her Leila Monroe’s POV The next day, I tried my very best to act normal. I drank my usual morning lukewarm coffee, I answered emails, attended and sat in meetings where words floated above like smoke I couldn’t catch, I obviously could not understand a thing but I made sure to understand. Everything about myself seemed perfectly rehearsed except my heartbeat, which had not yet found a steady rhythm since yesterday’s encounter at the rooftop. He hadn’t touched me yet. He actually doesn’t need to. But the look in his eyes that cool, was giving a calculating spark and I felt it still pressed against my skin like a bruise no one else could see except for I. I told myself obviously that it meant nothing. He was married and my boss’ boss…twenty years older plus he is a man known more for his silence than his interest in interns. So when my inbox pinged at 3:47 p.m with a message marked “PRIORITY AND TREAT AS URGENT”.

---Chapter Six: WonderKael’s POV---The blood wasn’t fresh, that should’ve brought relief but It didn’t.It meant that whoever or whatever took Rowan had time to vanish, cover their tracks, and leave their little message.“She bleeds the key.”I stared at the words, my pulse pounding in my ears, the letters burned into the wooden wall like a brand with intention and knowing.Eva was still kneeling, her fingers wrapped around the carved charm like it could stop her from breaking apart. I could feel her shaking.“She was here,” Eva whispered. “She was just here.”I crouched beside her, scanning the room for more signs maybe a disturbed wards, broken seals, a pull in the ether but there was nothing. They’d slipped past protections meant to hold back monsters. Which meant… they weren’t monsters not in the way the world expected them to be.I reached out, brushing a blood-smeared strand of hair from Eva’s cheek. “We’re going to get her back.”She looked up at me, and for the first tim

Chapter 5Chapter Five: What Hunts the Blood Eva’s POV --- I stood frozen in the doorway. My sister, Rowan looked like she’d run through hell to get here—barefoot, shivering, streaked in mud and panic. The last time I saw her, we were screaming at each other in a hospital parking lot. Now, she was here… in this world. “How did you find me?” I asked, barely able to breathe. She stumbled forward and clutched my arms like I was her anchor in a storm. “There’s no time, Eva. You need to come home.” “What do you mean—Mom’s missing?” Rowan’s voice cracked. “Gone. Disappeared last night. No signs. No note. Just… vanished.” Kael was already at my side, tense, guarded. His presence filled the room with a kind of fierce energy. Protective. Territorial. “Who else knows?” he asked. “Everyone,” Rowan snapped. “The cops. Neighbors. Aunt Lila. They’re searching, but—” She broke off, looking at me. “They think it’s because of you.” The room tilted slightly. “Because of me?” My voice was h

Chapter 4Chapter Four: The Hollow in Me Eva’s POV I stayed. That was the first mistake. Not because I didn’t want to. I did. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. But staying meant accepting a world I didn’t understand. A world that pressed against my skin like invisible chains. A world with rules, instincts, rituals,secrets I hadn’t asked to inherit. And I didn’t belong to it. Not really. The sun had risen long ago, but I hadn’t slept. I sat on the edge of the fur-covered cot, wrapped in one of Kael’s worn shirts, staring at my hands like they could tell me something my heart hadn’t figured out yet. Everything had changed. My body still hummed from his touch. Still bore the ache of the way he filled me— slow and deep and perfect. But my mind? It was in freefall. Bonded. The word slipped out of my tongue. I touched my chest, as if I’d find a mark there. Some physical sign of what we’d done. But there was nothing. Just my racing heart. The door creaked op

Chapter 3Chapter Three: The Heat Between Us Eva’s POV The fire had long since burned down. But the heat remained. Not from the room nor the fur pelts that tangled beneath my bare skin. Not even from Kael’s body that was half-curled around mine like a living wall of molten steel. The warmth that pulsed inside me now came from somewhere deeper. A place I never knew existed not until now. I stared up at the ceiling, my fingers tracing a faded knot in the wooden beam above me. Outside, the rhythm of distant drums had quieted. The sounds of celebration had faded into silence. But inside me… was chaos. Every inch of my body ached. Not from pain—but from how thoroughly he’d unraveled me. Kael hadn’t just touched my skin. He had touched something under it. Stripped me open without ever raising his voice, without a single cruel command. And I had let him. No—I had wanted it. Craved it. Chased it. The feeling of him on me.The way his hands had moved like he was learning a language wr

Chapter 2Chapter Two: The OfferingEva’s POVThe ropes were gone.At some point during the night—or was it morning, with that soft light sneaking through the narrow window?—someone had untied my wrists.But I hadn’t moved.Not that I couldn’t. I just… didn’t feel like it.Everything felt off. Like I was stuck in a dream—one of those fairytales that sane girls wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. This wasn’t a story where the monster hid its claws or pretended to be nice. No, this was a tale where danger walked right into the room, all silver eyes and heat radiating off bare skin.Kael.His name floated through the air, with each syllable sharp yet soft, much like the man himself. He hadn’t actually touched me yet—not yet a single finger on my skin—but I could still feel the heat of his gaze. It was as if his eyes had fingers, tracing every part of me without ever laying a hand on me.The room carried a scent of pine, smoke, and something else I couldn’t quite place—something spicy an

Chapter 1 Chapter One: Trespass Eva’s POV I always thought danger had a sound. Like a branch snapping, The rustling of something or someone was too close for comfort. But tonight, the forest was eerily quiet. Not peaceful… more like a tense atmosphere, as if it was holding its own breath and watching me take every move. I wrapped my fur jacket tighter around myself , even though the air felt a little warm though way too warm for a midnight. My flashlight flickered, then died with a weak little blink. “Seriously?” I muttered, giving it a smack. Dead as a doornail. Fantastic. I had taken the wrong trail—again—and now my “shortcut” had turned into a full-blown oh-my-gosh-I-might-die situation. The trees loomed around me like my ancient guardians, tall and shadowy. My phone had lost signal, and it had been over two hours since I had seen another soul. Yet, I felt something pressed against my spine. Something that’s unseen. Following Me And Then I heard it. A low, rhy