Novels by Jhoyvhill

I wasn’t going to hide anymore. Not tonight. Not after the notes, the moved backpack, the shadows I couldn’t explain. Whoever had been creeping into my life… I needed answers. I stayed up late, apartment silent except for my own breath, and waited. Every creak of the floor, every faint rustle made my heart race. But I forced myself to stay calm, eyes scanning the room. Then I heard it—the softest movement near the window. My pulse spiked, but I didn’t panic. Instead, I stepped forward, voice low but firm. “Who’s there?” Silence. “Stop hiding. I know you’re here. I know what you’ve been doing!” My voice was stronger now, shaking slightly but filled with resolve. “If you want to scare me… fine. But I need answers!” A shadow shifted near the balcony door. My heart thudded in my ears. “You think this is a game?” I whispered, more to myself than them. “I’m not afraid anymore.” Then the figure stepped into the dim light. Still far enough away that I couldn’t make out the fac

After classes ended, I headed to the library to get some quiet time to study. The usual chatter of students had thinned, leaving the room eerily still. I tried to focus on my notes, but my eyes kept darting to the shadows in the corners, convinced I was being watched. I reached for my notebook, planning to jot down everything that had happened over the past few days. That’s when I noticed it: a pen. Sleek, black, and unfamiliar, lying across my desk. I knew every pen I owned. This wasn’t one of them. My hands shook as I picked it up. Beneath it was a small slip of paper. I unfolded it with trembling fingers: "You’re looking too hard. Don’t let them see you sweat." My stomach dropped. Someone had been here, in the library, while I wasn’t looking. My pulse raced, and my heart thudded so loudly I thought everyone could hear it. I glanced around, the rows of empty tables and towering bookshelves suddenly feeling suffocating. Every shadow seemed alive, every creak of the floorb

I couldn’t sleep. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw shadows stretching across my walls, crawling closer like they had a mind of their own. My phone buzzed once, twice, and I jumped as though someone had shoved me. But it was just… nothing. Just the endless stream of notifications that never seemed to stop. Still, I couldn’t shake it. Someone was here. I knew it. My apartment felt smaller, tighter, as if the walls themselves were leaning in to trap me. I triple-checked the locks, peeked through the blinds, and even checked the back alley for footprints. Nothing. No one. And yet… the feeling lingered. The prickling along my neck, the hair on my arms standing straight up, the sudden, inexplicable chill. My heart raced like a drum in a war march. I kept thinking about Aiden, about how he’d started pulling away, about how distant he’d become. Was he… worried for me? Or was he just giving me space? I didn’t want space. I wanted him here. I wanted him to tell me it was noth

(Elle’s POV) The second note wasn’t the last. By the end of the week, I had three more. All written in the same frantic scrawl, all slipped into places they had no business being—inside my locker, tucked into my class notebook, even one folded neatly and placed on the driver’s seat of my car. Each one different, but each with the same message: “He doesn’t deserve your loyalty.” “You belong with me.” “Soon you’ll see who truly cares.” At first, I tried to laugh it off. Told myself it was some cruel prank. But there was no laughter in the ink. Whoever was writing these… they believed every word. And then, the gifts started. A small velvet box with a silver charm bracelet. A book I’d mentioned once in passing, sitting wrapped on my desk. A cup of coffee, still warm, left on the bench where I usually sat after class. No names. No explanation. Just… knowing. Knowing me too well. I wanted to tell someone. I wanted to scream it. But every time I though

(Elle’s POV) The notes kept coming. Folded paper tucked into my locker, slipped under my books, pinned beneath the wiper of my bike. At first, I tried to laugh it off. Everyone said I had admirers—I told myself it was harmless. But this wasn’t flattery. This was someone peeling back layers of me I hadn’t shown to anyone. “You like to hum when you’re nervous. It’s cute.” “Stop biting your nails. I’ll hold your hands instead.” “Red suits you. Wear it again.” The last one made me throw the note into the trash so fast my fingers burned. Because that morning, I had been wearing my red scarf. And only someone watching closely—too closely—would know that. At night, the house no longer felt like home. The windows rattled louder, the shadows stretched longer. Every creak sounded like footsteps creeping closer. And the worst part? I couldn’t tell anyone. If I told Liam, he’d laugh it off, tell me I was being dramatic. If I told my parents, they’d only wor

(Elle’s POV) The note lay on the counter, mocking me in its crooked letters. My pulse hammered as I read it again, then again, like maybe the words would change if I stared long enough. They didn’t. But admitting what they meant? No. I wasn’t ready. With a shaky laugh, I crumpled the paper in my fist and shoved it deep into the trash. “Some stupid prank,” I whispered to the empty kitchen. “People have too much time.” Even as I said it, my hand wouldn’t stop trembling. The next morning, I acted like nothing happened. I plastered on my smile, teased Liam the way I always did, even let him copy off my notes because he’d been half-asleep in class again. And for a while, it worked. I almost believed it myself. Almost. Except every time my eyes wandered, I looked for Aiden. And when he wasn’t there, the ache grew heavier, sharper. He’d been slipping further away, his silence stretching between us like a canyon. And instead of chasing him like I probably should have,

Adrian’s presence lingered like fire in the room, unrelenting, impossible to ignore. She had thought hiding would protect her, but now the truth was out, he knew her secret, and there was no turning back. “You can’t stay here,” she whispered, voice trembling. “If anyone sees us… if anyone finds out about the baby… it’ll ruin everything. My mother, Alyssa… they’ll hate me. You… you’ll be caught in it too.” Adrian stepped closer, dark eyes sharp and unreadable. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. What matters is you and the baby. That is all that matters. You’ve tried to hide, to run, to protect yourself, but you can’t do this alone. I won’t let you.” Jannah’s hands tightened over her stomach. “I have to leave. I need to go far away. You already know too much. If I stay, I’ll be forced to tell everything, and I… I can’t. Not yet. Not until Alyssa… until everything is safe.” He studied her carefully, expression unreadable. “So you think leaving will protect you? Running will only make

The apartment was quiet again, but Jannah could not calm her racing thoughts. Adrian’s presence lingered in her mind like a storm cloud she could not escape. Every second she stayed, the risk grew. Every breath outside her hiding place was a gamble. She sank onto the sofa, phone in hand, and began making lists. Travel documents. Money. Safe routes. Disguises. Every detail had to be precise. Mia watched silently, offering small reminders and warnings, but leaving the planning to her. “I need to leave in the next few days,” Jannah whispered, voice tight. “Before he discovers anything. Before anyone sees… before my family finds out. If they do, I cannot control what will happen. They’ll hate me, blame me, and I can’t let that happen.” Mia nodded. “Then we make it fast. Flights, passports, everything. We cannot afford a single mistake. You need to be gone before he even suspects the plan.” Jannah’s hand instinctively went to her stomach. She felt the baby, fragile and vulnerable, and

Jannah pressed her back against the wall, staring out the window at the quiet street below. Her mind raced, every thought circling the same terrifying truth. Adrian already suspected something. Every careful step she had taken, every moment of hiding, was now a fragile shield against discovery. If he found out, she shivered. Not just because of him, but because of the fallout. Her mother, her sister, Adrian’s family, they would all turn on her. Hatred would be swift and merciless. Alyssa might blame her entirely for the disruption, and their mother, who had always adored Alyssa, would never forgive her. Even Adrian’s family. They had always treated her differently, suspiciously. The birthmark she bore, the one they whispered was a sign of bad luck for the clan, had marked her as separate, lesser. They had never accepted her the way they did Alyssa. If the secret came out, she would be cast aside, despised, and blamed for everything. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach. The b

The apartment was quiet, a faint hum of the air conditioner filling the space. Jannah sat near the window, hands folded tightly in her lap, trying to make herself as small and inconspicuous as possible. Mia moved around the room, placing a few papers on the table, giving her space but occasionally glancing at her with concern. The quiet was broken by the faint sound of a car stopping outside. Jannah froze, chest tightening. Her eyes darted to the window. Adrian’s car. “He’s here,” she whispered, panic lacing her voice. Mia’s brow furrowed. “Stay calm. Don’t let him know you are here.” Jannah nodded, pressing herself closer to the window, her heartbeat hammering. She could see him now, walking slowly toward the building, glancing around, sharp eyes scanning the street. He moved with the same precision that always unnerved her, as if he could sense her presence without seeing her. Minutes felt like hours. Adrian stopped just outside, tilting his head as though listening for somethi

The bell above the cafe door jingled, and Jannah froze. Her pulse jumped before she even dared to look. Adrian. He stepped inside slowly, scanning the room, his eyes locking almost immediately on her. She felt as if the air had thickened, pressing against her chest. Every instinct screamed at her to vanish, to sink into the shadows, but she couldn’t move without drawing attention. He stopped at the counter, pretending to order, but his gaze never left her. That sharp, calculating look made her stomach twist. It was the same intensity she remembered from the wedding day, but now it was sharper, more searching, as if he was trying to read her very soul. She hugged her bag to her side, pretending to scroll on her phone, willing herself to appear calm, casual, like she belonged there. Then he moved, deliberately, taking a seat at the table across from hers, far enough that it looked coincidental, close enough that her heart thundered in protest. “You look tense,” he said, his

The morning sun poured through the curtains, warm but unforgiving. Jannah moved quietly through her room, careful not to disturb the floorboards that groaned with every step. Her bag was packed lightly, essentials only, clothes, documents, the little envelope of cash she kept hidden, tucked deep beneath the folds of the bed. Her heart thudded, not from exertion, but from the thought of Adrian being nearby. Every day since Alyssa returned, Jannah had learned a careful rhythm, avoid the main living areas when he was home, slip out for errands, and stay invisible whenever possible. Today was harder. She peeked through the curtain of her bedroom window. Adrian’s sleek black car gleamed in the driveway. He was outside, moving with that effortless precision that always made her pulse spike. She quickly drew back. Not today. Not today, she whispered. Her phone vibrated on the bedside table, a message from Mia confirming her next meeting and the final details for the prenatal check-up sh