Novels by I'm Eugenia

Just then, I saw him.He stood across the street, half in shadow, half under the streetlight—like the world itself hadn’t decided whether he belonged to it or not. Damian always did that. Appeared quietly. Never announced himself. Never rushed. As if he knew exactly when I was about to break and stepped in before the cracks went all the way through.I didn’t think.I didn’t check if he was real.I just ran.The pavement blurred beneath my feet as I crossed the street, my chest tight, lungs burning. I slammed straight into him, my arms wrapping around his torso like muscle memory had taken over where my mind failed.He caught me instantly.No stumble. No surprise. Just solid, warm arms closing around me, one hand firm at my back, the other pressing my head against his chest like he was shielding me from something unseen.I breathed him in.Storm. Heat. Something metallic and clean beneath it all.I hadn’t realized how badly I was shaking until his hand slid up and down my back, slow an

She didn’t wait for my answer.She turned and started walking toward her car like the conversation was already settled. The implication was clear: get in, or we’re doing this right here.I followed, mostly because arguing with her in public had never ended well for me.The car smelled like peppermint and old receipts. Familiar. Claustrophobic. She got in, slammed the door, then sat there for a moment without starting the engine.Silence.Not the comfortable kind. The tactical kind.I stared out the window. “You know, most parents ask how their kid’s doing before interrogating them like a suspect.”She started the car. “Most kids don’t look like they’re dissociating in plain daylight.”I scoffed. “Wow. Straight to the psych terms.”“I didn’t raise you to be stupid,” she said, pulling into traffic. “And I didn’t raise you to lie badly.”My jaw tightened. “I’m not lying.”“No,” she agreed coolly. “You’re editing.”That hit harder than it should have.We drove for a minute. Two. Streetlig

I swear I smelled something like lightning.The thought followed me all morning.Not as panic. Not even as fear. Just… persistence. Like a word stuck on the tip of my tongue. Like a memory that refused to take shape.I worked.I smiled when customers smiled. I apologized when they frowned. My hands moved the way they always had, familiar with heat and steam and porcelain. From the outside, nothing about me had changed.That might’ve been the worst part.Because inside, something felt misaligned. As if my thoughts were arriving half a second too late. As if I was watching myself from a seat slightly behind my own eyes.At one point, I caught my reflection in the metal side of the espresso machine.I didn’t recognize her immediately.She looked… intact, Put together, Normal, But there was a distance in her gaze, a quiet alertness that hadn’t been there before. Like she was bracing for something she couldn’t name.I blinked.The feeling didn’t go away.“Order up,” Claire called, cheerful

As I walked into work that morning, something felt… off. Not in the “the-gods-are-after-me-again” way, but in a quieter, more unsettling way. Like my spirit was three steps behind my body. I blinked at the clock and I was early. Me. Early. For work. wow.Even worse?Claire was already there.She looked up from the register, one eyebrow raised. “I didn’t know you’d be here this early.”I dropped my bag behind the counter, rubbing my palms together for warmth. “This is early for you… this is normal work time for me, pretty.”She gave me that look, that Claire look that said she saw ten layers deeper than anyone should be able to see. “Okay… I said I wasn’t going to ask this, but tell me what’s been going on with you, Nanya. You’ve been so out of everything.”“You won’t believe me even if I tell you,” I said, and for once it wasn’t sarcasm. It was the truth. The honest, ridiculous truth.“You can’t tell until you try me,” she said confidently.I gave her my look, the one that usually sca

DAMIAN’S POVSeeing her that shaken broke something in me.I held her until her breathing softened, until the tremors faded from her fingers, until exhaustion finally dragged her under. Only then did I lay her gently on the bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders.For a moment, I just stood there. Watching her sleep.The rise and fall of her chest.The peace she fought so hard for.The peace someone dared disturb.The mark on my wrist pulsed. Anger, protective instinct, and something far more ancient twisting inside me.I walked out.And I didn’t bother masking my presence. The walls trembled with each step I took. Servants froze mid-bow as I passed them, their faces draining of color. They sensed the storm inside me, the power barely held in check.I dismissed their greetings with a flick of my hand and headed straight for her chamber.I didn’t knock.I didn’t need to.I pushed the door open so hard it rattled the hinges.She stood there, in the center of the room, draped in blac

When I walked into my apartment that evening, I half expected him to be there. It was ridiculous, honestly. The way my heart lifted just a little before crashing right back into my chest like a stone in water. The room was empty. Too empty. The kind of empty that echoed. I’d never realized silence could hurt, but tonight it did. It pressed into my skin, crawled into my lungs, settled into my bones. I dropped my bag on the floor and just… stood there. Everything felt wrong. The air. The light. The familiar walls. As if the world had been rearranged while I wasn’t looking. As if something huge had cracked open inside me, and now I didn’t know how to stitch it back together. I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, hands buried in my hair. Trying. Trying so damn hard to remember. That voice. That place. That person. I knew them. I am sure I knew them. Not the way you know a stranger in a dream. No. This was deeper. Older. As if a part of me recognized them before I