Novels by Rayo_Szn

Sienna POVThe slap didn’t just sting—it rang.My cheek burned, hot and pulsing, like Piper’s palm had left a whole handprint carved into my skin. I stumbled back a step, breathing hard, fingers reaching instinctively for my face as my ears filled with the sharp inhale of everyone in the lobby.The receptionist gasped first.Her eyes widened, her hand flying over her mouth like she had just witnessed a murder instead of workplace drama.Piper’s reaction was slower. She tilted her head, blinked once, and then gave this sickening little pout.“Awwn,” she cooed, dragging out the fake sympathy like it tasted sweet to her. “I’m so sorry, did my claws scratch you?”The word claws should’ve been a joke, but it wasn’t. Not from her. Piper’s claws were freshly done—long, shiny, sharp. She knew exactly what she did.Something warm slid down my chin.I touched it with trembling fingers, expecting maybe sweat or tears.But when I pulled my hand back…Red.Blood.My blood.On my fingers.Right in

Sienna POV“It is so desperate of you to come to work to see Nigel,” Piper said.Her tone was sugary-sweet and venom-laced, like someone who has been rehearsing that line in the bathroom mirror for weeks. She wanted attention. She wanted reaction. She wanted a scene.My spine stiffened.Work.Wait.Work?I blinked once, letting the word settle.So Nigel… worked here?In this building?In Luther Lavigne’s building?The receptionist’s eyes flicked between us—her face neutral but alert.This wasn’t just gossip anymore.It was spectacle.Piper leaned closer to Nigel, like she needed to stake claim. Like I was a threat. Which was funny, because I wasn’t even trying to be anything. Not to him. Not anymore.My chest rose slowly as I inhaled.And then I exhaled just as slowly.I wasn’t about to fold.“I’m not here to see Nigel,” I said, making sure my voice was steady, clean, not shaking. “I’m here to see Luther Lavigne.”The name came out unbothered.Simple.Direct.Piper laughed.Not just l

Sienna POVI turned.The voice belonged to a woman behind the reception desk.She was maybe in her early thirties, pretty in that quiet, expensive way. Her hair was pulled back into one of those sleek buns that never have flyaways, like gravity itself respected her. A thin gold chain sat at her collarbone, subtle but clearly real. Her blouse was pressed to perfection—white, soft, not the cheap stiff kind. And her perfume… light, clean, citrus with something floral. Controlled. Everything about her was controlled.She didn’t smile, not really. Just that polite work expression people wear when they’re paid to be approachable but not accessible.Her eyes skimmed me—taking me in, assessing. Not judging. Just… observing. The way a gatekeeper looks at someone who hasn’t yet proven they’re allowed past the door.“Yes?” she prompted softly.I swallowed, keeping my voice steady.“No, I’m with Mr. Lavigne. I’m Sienna… Sienna Monroe.”The name slipped out awkwardly. Like I wasn’t sure I was supp

Sienna POVThe way he looked at me made warmth crawl up under my skin. Not in a romantic way—no. It was the kind of look people use when they’re trying to understand you without you having to speak. A knowing kind of quiet. And it made me feel… exposed.His jaw tightened just slightly, like he was sorting through something in his head. Then his voice came, calm and firm:“I think, based on the day you’ve had, you should come with me.”It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t even close. His tone didn’t leave space for me to choose something else, and yet… it wasn’t forceful either. Just steady. Certain. Like he had already made the decision for both of us before I even realized I needed someone to make it.My mouth opened, probably to give some useless protest, but no sound came. I just nodded. Pathetic, I know. But everything in my chest felt heavy, and I was tired of pretending like I could hold myself together with my bare hands.He led me to the car, opened the door. Not gentlemanly. Not

LUTHER POVSienna signing that contract wasn’t just business to me.Most people think everything I do is calculated, political, strategic—cold. Sometimes they’re right. But that paper wasn’t about property or power. It was about binding her to me in a way I could not be written out of.It was commitment.Even if she didn’t understand it, even if she thought it was just some agreement to stay under my roof and carry my child—she was stepping into my life. My world. My war.She doesn’t trust me. I’m not blind. I feel it in her silence, in the sharpness of her tone when she speaks, in the way her eyes flick to exits without realizing she’s doing it. She watches me like I might turn into something dangerous at any moment.Maybe she’s not wrong.But what she never acknowledges is this: she followed.She stayed.She could have run a dozen times.And she didn’t.That matters more than either of us is ready to say.Bringing her to my room wasn’t an act of possession—not the way she fears. It

SIENNA POV I had seen him angry before. Wolves have different shades of fury. There’s the everyday irritation, the alpha command tone, and then there’s this—that silent, bone-cold rage that looks too calm to be human. He didn’t rush. He didn’t shout. He just walked—each step measured, predatory. The same way a wolf circles prey that’s already too weak to run. Cosette’s eyes widened. She stumbled back but didn’t dare scream. Her hand lifted to her mouth like she could push her words back in, erase them, pretend she never said anything. But it was too late. Luther’s hand wrapped around her throat before she could blink. The sound wasn’t loud—just a quick gasp, short and sharp—her fingers clawing at his wrist, trying to pry his hold open. Her heels scraped against the marble floor, the sound sharp like scratching glass. I should have moved sooner. But for a moment, I just… watched. The way his arm flexed. The way his jaw clenched. The barely-there curl of his upper lip. He was

Arianna's POV“Can you two stop cuddling in front of me? It just makes me–” “Jealous! Use the right word.” Ralph and Bella both burst into laughter. It's a bad thing that we have to share the same room, but also a good thing that we don't sleep on the same bed because I would literally turn into a pancake if those two are with me. They are always cuddling, rubbing and fondling themselves together. I can't even remember the last time I was treated like that because the last one I used put me in this condition with a child. Maybe it's high time I even tried to drive them out of this house. “Johnson!!” I beckoned to him. He's the only one that can share in this pain and maybe offer some solution. “Why do you always have to scream my name like that?” He rushed out of his research room. This is like the tenth time I have called hom today, and I think I can relate to the way he feels. “Take a look at what these two are doing to me?” I pointed towards Ralph and Bella who just coul

Celine's POV“Here, give me your hand.” Iria, the High Seeress, said. With her powers, she could see through my past, future, and also detect events which I have dreaded to happen. I slowly gave my hand to her. She closed her eyes, running her hand through my palm like she was reading a compass in her head. “Let's visit the bones.” She slowly let go of my hand, turning over to face the bones which laid right beside her. She took a quick glance through it, and then she jerked back immediately. “You said you're looking for Arianna, right?” My eyebrows furrowed sensing that something must have gone wrong for her to suddenly ask me that question. I nodded gently, while glaring at her curiously. “Yes. Arianna.” She takes a deep breath as she turns towards me. “She's nowhere to be found in this realm.” “What do you mean? Then which realm would she be? This doesn't make any sense to me.” “It doesn't make sense to me either. I haven't seen anything like this before so it's a rather

Celine's POVPanting and sweating profusely, I finally gave up to the frustration that has slowly been building in me for the past one week now. I have tried my best to prey into the mind of Arianna's grandmother, but there's no success in finding Arianna. Even with her full consent, giving up herself to me like it was her last hope because she's been desperately waiting for the day Arianna will come back home to her, I kept hitting a dead end. “You still haven't seen her?” Grandma asked gently, slowly placing her hand on my shoulder. I cast my gaze towards the ground, already feeling like a total failure. “You're a failure!” the voices in my head keep whispering to me, and I keep trying so hard to shut them up. “There's no sign of her anywhere. I can't feel her presence anywhere around this realm.” She goes mute, already feeling like her world has begun to crumble. I know she feels deep down that Arianna's dead, but I have a strong conviction in my heart that Arianna isn't de

Arianna's POV“Who could that be?” I turned towards Johnson who had his instincts at Hugh alert while glaring at the door. “We know you're in there. Open this door else I'll have to break it!!” They kept banging on the door without any plans of stopping. “Go and hide Anabella. I'll get the door.” Jonson said. We hurriedly took Anabella into Johnson's secret basement, making sure we didn't leave any traces if they decided to search the house. Johnson slowly opened the door, but violently kicked it wide open while moving Johsnon out of the way. “The neighbours here have reported that you have special company. New faces that haven't been seen in this area.” “Greetings. It seems like you're looking for us.” Ralph steps forward boldly, deciding to help Johnson out. It's not fair that we'll stay back and let him endure whatever these people want to do to him. The commander who seems to be leading the raid slowly steps forward with a grim look on his face. He stares at the both of u

Arianna's POV “What do you think you want to do, Ralph?” I quickly grabbed his hand firmly while staring straight into his eyes. Rage makes people blind, and I wasn't going to sit back and watch him ruin me with a single mistake he would have avoided in the first place. “To teach that creep a lesson of course. Once we put an end to his life, Bella would be able to live a free life.” I shook my head disappointedly, feeling a cloud of shame around me. I never expected Ralph to think this way. I thought he was calm and wise when it came to his sense of reasoning. “Can you listen to yourself, Ralph?” “What? What did I say wrong? Aren't you in support of this, Bella?” I turn my gaze towards Bella, waiting to hear her own opinion. She shakes her head gently, “No, Ralph. I mean, there's too much risk. You can't underestimate this Chief.” “What do you mean, Bella? Johnson, say something.” Johnson clears his throat, taking a quick pause for a while. “Arianna's right, Ralph. All thr

Arianna's POV“You just went mute, Arianna. I hope I didn't ruin your mood.” “No…not at all. Celine…Celine should be fine wherever she is.” “What do you mean? I thought you both were inseparable. She would have probably followed you down here.” I took a deep breath, thinking of a way to give this explanation. “Bella, I took a bold step in my life, and so many things got affected. Celine was inclusive in this situation.” “That's really bad. I didn't even care to ask you how you ended up here.” “It's a really long story but I think I'll break it down for you.” “Please do. I need to hear everything you have to say. You sure do look like you have a bunch of stories to tell me.” “I decided to find my own path, Celine started the journey with me but I think along the line she couldn't keep up.” “So you were left alone.” “That's right. I was alone until I came across Ralph. We didn't get along in the first place but I guess our friendship is worth it now.” Bella smiled softly, fee