Novels by Endless A. Z

Adeline's POVThe blade was already in my hand before I even registered the sound. Instinct took over — weight balanced, stance low, breath held. The figure on the balcony was nothing but a silhouette framed in cold city light.Then he stepped forward, hands lifted in mock surrender, a grin flashing beneath gold hair."Whoa, whoa! Easy there, Mrs. Gravano." His tone was warm, teasing. "I come in peace. Promise."Behind me, Kayden's body went still. Controlled danger in every breath."Marco," he said, voice edged with irritation. "You couldn't use the door like a normal person?"Marco just smirked, stepping inside with that effortless confidence that only comes from being untouchable. "Where's the fun in normal? I wanted to see if your new wife's reflexes are as good as the rumors."I kept the knife steady, gaze flat. "Most people knock.""Most people are boring." His grin widened, and something flickered beneath the charm — calculation. He turned to Kayden, clasping his shoulder like

Adeline’s POVThe penthouse felt like a gilded cage, all glass and steel and suffocating silence. I stood at the window, city lights blurring through the floor-to-ceiling glass, and tried not to think about how high up we were. How far I'd have to fall.The wedding dress hung in the closet behind me, black silk and lace that had transformed me into something I barely recognized. A Gravano wife. The thought still tasted like poison on my tongue.My neck throbbed where I'd been rubbing it—a nervous habit I'd developed since that night three weeks ago. The night everything changed. The night I should have been smart enough to walk away.But I'd never been smart about the dangerous ones.Footsteps echoed behind me, expensive leather against marble. I knew that walk—predatory, confident, completely at ease in his own territory. I didn't turn around. Couldn't. Not when my pulse was already racing from just the sound."Having second thoughts?" Kayden's voice cut through the quiet, smooth as

Adeline’s POVThe moment I opened my eyes, I knew today wasn’t mine. The weight of it pressed down on my chest like an iron hand.But then Annabelle burst into my room, black roses clutched in her hands, squealing. Her joy was a light I couldn’t snuff.“It’s your wedding day, Addy!” she cried, tossing petals into the air like confetti. “Kayden Gravano’s bride. The whole city will whisper your name.”I didn’t tell her it would be whispered in fear. Or pity.She shoved the roses into my hands. Black, velvet-soft. A Gravano bride didn’t wear white. She wore shadow. She wore power. She wore the kind of beauty that turned every head in the room but warned every soul not to touch. And I was about to step into that skin.The stylists came next, arms laden with silks and lace. They were chatter and perfume, laughter and squeals — not hardened soldiers, but women who didn’t know the danger in this house. Every brushstroke of lipstick felt like a ritual, every clasp of a jewel a chain.“Try thi

Kayden’s POVShe sits across from me, spine rigid, eyes scanning every corner of the room. Every instinct tells her to run, to fight, to find a crack in my control. I let her think it’s possible. Let her imagine escape. It makes the eventual surrender all the sweeter.I lean back in my chair, fingers steepled, observing. The city lights spill into the room, reflecting in her sharp, calculating eyes. She thinks she’s the hunter. She’s clever. Dangerous. But she’s outmatched. Always.“You’re quiet,” I say, my voice calm, deliberate. I let the words linger, let the tension build. “Usually people scream, fight, beg… not you.”Her jaw tightens. She’s aware I’m testing her. Trying to measure how far I can push. Fine. I like it when the prey struggles; it keeps the game interesting.“Don’t think I won’t find a way out,” she warns, voice steady. I can hear the strain beneath the calm. A flicker of fear she refuses to show. Good.I allow myself a small, smile. “You already know every escape is

Adeline’s POVMarcus Delano didn’t have time to scream. The knife was already gone.Rain stitched the city into a blur; neon lit the puddles and hid the blood at my feet. One more name crossed off. One more night Belle could dream without knowing the cost.By the time I reached our apartment, my hands were clean, my expression calm.“Addy! Perfect timing!” Annabelle bounced off the couch, blonde curls catching the lamplight like spun gold. She clutched her phone to her chest, practically glowing. “Grey just asked me to meet his parents next weekend. Can you believe it?”I forced a smile, shrugging out of my leather jacket. The knife’s weight against my ribs felt heavier in the warmth of our apartment, surrounded by Belle’s textbooks and half-empty coffee cups. Two worlds that could never, ever collide.“That’s great, Belle. Really.” I ruffled her hair, breathing in her innocence—vanilla perfume and hope. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”And she did. Every drop of blood on

Adeline's POV “Bluey, are you on your way yet?” Stardust’s voice popped through my earpiece, teasing as always.Black sneakers. Fitted pants. Knife at my hip. Mask ready. One last glance at the room—laptop glow, scattered clothes, a photo of Annabelle and me laughing on Christmas morning. Distant. Untouchable.I slipped into the hallway, pausing at her door. Annabelle slept in her usual chaos, curled around the teddy bear I’d given her. I tugged the duvet higher, whispered, “Good night, Bells,” and left her smiling in dreams.Outside, Breeze purred like a waiting beast. I swung on, let the engine’s growl steady me. No helmet tonight—the wind would keep me sharp. The city stretched ahead, neon and shadows tangled together. A perfect night for hunting.“I hear you, Star, and I’m almost there,” I replied, rolling my eyes, though a tiny smirk tugged at my lips.“I hear you, Star and I'm almost there” I replied, rolling my eyes, though a tiny smirk tugged at my lips.“Well, I like knowing