Novel-novel oleh White Dove

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Amelia’s POVAmelia stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her dress for the fifth time. It was nothing extravagant, soft ivory, off-shoulder, with lace that looked like it had stories to tell. Ruby had insisted on doing her makeup. Leona had insisted on redoing it when Ruby made her eyeliner uneven.Now, both of them hovered nearby like overprotective satellites.Ruby adjusted the hem. “You’re shaking.”“I’m not.”Leona raised a brow. “You’re vibrating.”Amelia rolled her eyes, even as her smile betrayed her. “It’s just… it’s been a while since something this good didn’t come with gunfire.”Ruby smirked. “Don’t jinx it.”Leona handed her the bouquet, white roses, baby’s breath, and one stubborn red tulip that Ruby had insisted on “for rebellion.” Amelia looked down at it, laughing softly.“Where’s Kelvin?” she asked.Ruby shrugged. “Pacing. Practicing his vows. Probably thinking about security drills.”Leona grinned. “Man’s marrying a CEO, he should be nervous.”Amelia laughed, shak

Ruby’s POV (Epilogue 3)The first thing Ruby noticed when she woke up was the loud quiet that surrounded her.It was not the kind that came before danger, that sharp, breath-held kind she’d learned to survive, but the gentle quiet that came after everything had already been fought for. The kind that felt like exhaling.The baby stirred beside her, tiny sounds bubbling up between soft breaths. A stretch, a small fist, the faintest whimper. Ruby smiled into her pillow, still half-asleep, half-dreaming. For once, there was no rush to get up. No alarms she had to get up to. No phone vibrating with bad news.After the months of having to deal with that, she was only glad it was over although it still traumatised her a little bit. She had had a visit last week with Mateo and she had gone with her baby, Lily and Amelia who just simply loved holding her godchild. Plus the guys were busy with an issue she didn’t want to bother herself with knowing about. Ricardo had tried to convince her coun

Leona’s POV (Epilogue 2)The first thing Leona noticed was that the apartment was too quiet.No alarms, no encrypted calls, no gunfire echoing faintly through her memory. Just the low hum of the city outside, the lazy rhythm of life she’d almost forgotten existed.She sat cross-legged on the couch, hair pulled into a messy bun, surrounded by half-assembled hardware and a laptop that hadn’t stopped blinking since last night. Even now, she couldn’t help tinkering, an old habit, one Gabriel found endlessly amusing and mildly infuriating.The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen.“Leona,” Gabriel called, voice rough with sleep. “It’s Sunday. You’re not allowed to code on Sundays.”She smirked without looking up. “You made that rule. I didn’t agree to it.”“You nodded.”“I was drinking wine.”“Same thing.”She rolled her eyes, fingers flying across the keyboard. “You can’t keep treating weekends like religious experiences, Gabriel. Some of us actually enjoy working.”He appeared in the

Amelia’s POV (Epilogue 1)365 Days LaterThe city had learned to breathe again.It wasn’t quieter, no city ever really was, but it was softer now, slower somehow, like it had been forced to remember that silence existed between all the noise. Amelia stood outside the narrow glass building tucked between a flower shop and a laundromat, squinting at the modest sign over the door:“Rook Security & Consulting.”The font was simple, understated. The kind of name that blended in. Which, knowing Kelvin, was entirely the point.She smiled faintly and stepped inside.The bell over the door jingled softly, announcing her like a secret. The place smelled like coffee, leather, and a hint of paint. It was nothing like Vasquez’s empire, no marble floors, no cold glass walls, no sterile perfection. Just warmth, and space, and quiet.There were only two desks. One had paperwork stacked neatly in a corner. The other was an organized chaos of open files, blueprints, and an old framed photograph of a do

Leona’s POVThe hum of the monitors was the only sound in the room.Rows of cables trailed like veins across the floor, connecting half-built towers of equipment to the server racks that blinked weakly in the dark. The office smelled of metal, dust, and too many sleepless nights.Leona sat cross-legged on the floor, hoodie halfway off one shoulder, hair tied up in a messy knot that had given up halfway through the night. Her eyes were dry from staring at code for too long, her fingers tapping at the keyboard with the rhythm of someone too stubborn to stop.Behind her, Gabriel yawned. Loudly.She was also hungry, but if she admitted that, he’d either drag her away from where she sat or leave her to grab some takeout and she didn’t want to agree that his presence was basically what kept her there so long. She wouldn’t be seated here in a dark bleak room if his presence wasn’t so damn comforting.“Do you have to do that?” she asked without looking up.He was sprawled across her couch li

The gardens were quiet in the late afternoon, the kind of peaceful that felt almost sacred. Birds sang in the trees, their calls echoing softly through the air. The fountain at the center burbled gently, water cascading over smooth stone. And sitting on a bench near that fountain, looking small and tired and lost in thought, was Callie.Damon's heart clenched at the sight of her.He approached slowly, his footsteps soft on the gravel path. "Callie?"She looked up, and when their eyes met, he saw so many things flash across her face. Surprise. Uncertainty. Pain. And underneath it all, something that might have been hope."Damon," she said quietly."Can I sit?"She hesitated, her fingers twisting together in her lap. Then she nodded. "Yeah. Okay."He sat down beside her, leaving a careful distance between them. Not too close. Not touching. Just... there.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the fountain and the birds and the rustle of leaves in the breeze."I t

The throne room doors were heavier than Damon remembered. Or maybe it was just the weight of what he was about to do that made them feel that way. He pushed through them anyway, his jaw set, his hands clenched at his sides.The room stretched out before him, massive and imposing as always. The windows that let in streams of golden afternoon light. And there, at the far end, seated on her throne like she'd been born to it, was his mother.She was reading something… a scroll, maybe a report, her posture relaxed but somehow still commanding. She didn't look up when he entered, didn't acknowledge his presence at all. Just kept reading, one hand holding the parchment while the other rested elegantly on the arm of her throne.Damon walked forward, his boots echoing against the marble floor. Each step felt deliberate, purposeful. He didn't stop until he was standing at the base of the dais, looking up at her.Still, she didn't look up."Mother," he said, his voice controlled but firm."Damon

Autumn pushed through the creaky door first, her boots heavy on the old wooden floor. Korran followed close behind."We're good," he said after a moment, turning back to her. Autumn nodded, still catching her breath. Her hands went to her jacket pocket, feeling the weight of the stones she'd been carrying. Two of them. Small, smooth, and humming with ancient power that made her skin tingle every time she touched them.She pulled them out carefully, holding them up to the dim light filtering through the window. They glowed faintly."Here," she said, walking over to where Korran stood. "I got them both.""Two more," he whispered into her hair. "And then no one would ever have a reason to separate us again."Autumn closed her eyes and breathed him in. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?""I think we're doing the only thing we can do." He pulled back just enough to look at her. "Your mother has controlled your life for too long, Autumn. If it's going to help us attain the powers o

Autumn's fingers traced the worn edges of the map for what felt like the hundredth time. The paper was soft now, nearly falling apart from how many times she'd unfolded and refolded it over the past few hours. She held it up to the moonlight, squinting at the markings Korran had drawn, a hasty sketch of trees and landmarks of what looked like a clearing.It had happened so fast back when they rescued Callie. Korran had blocked her path, his face twisted in a convincing display of aggression. To everyone else, it looked like he was trying to stop her from getting to Callie. But his fingers had been gentle, and in that split second, she had felt the slip of paper pressed into her palm."Your fight is with me!" Damon had shouted, but then the deed was done.Nobody had noticed. Nobody had suspected a thing.Autumn had played her part perfectly. She'd rushed to Callie's side, helped rescue her, stayed close to the group as they'd made their escape. Back at camp, she'd been the dutiful pri

Days passed. Then weeks. Autumn was kept under constant watch. Guards stood outside her door day and night. Her meals were brought to her room. She wasn't allowed in the garden, wasn't allowed anywhere except the small prison her bedroom had become.She tried to reach out to Korran through their bond, but it was like shouting into a void. Either he couldn't hear her, or he was staying away like her mother had ordered.The latter thought made her chest ache even more.Then one night, three weeks after her mother's decree, Autumn heard a familiar tap on her window.Her heart leaped into her throat. She rushed to the window and threw it open.Korran was there, clinging to the wall, looking thinner than she remembered. His eyes were shadowed, his jaw tight with tension."Are you crazy?" Autumn whispered urgently. "The guards--""I don't care about the guards." He climbed inside quickly, his movements jerky and desperate. "I had to see you. It's been three weeks, Autumn. Three weeks and I…

Few Years AgoThe garden was Autumn's favorite place in the entire palace. She loved the way the roses twisted around the stone arches, how the jasmine smelled in the afternoon sun, and the quiet hum of bees moving from flower to flower. Today, she was picking daisies, her basket already half full of white and yellow blooms.She had just awakened her lycan a few weeks ago, and everything felt different now. Sharper. More alive. The colors were brighter, the scents stronger, and there was this constant hum of energy just beneath her skin, like lightning waiting to strike.Autumn reached for another daisy when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Someone was watching her.She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the garden until she spotted them near the fountain. Damon and Korran, running around like wild animals, whacking each other with stick swords and laughing so loud the whole palace could probably hear them."Take that!" Damon shouted, swinging his stick.Korran dodged easily,