Novels by Book therapist

One month had passed in the Winters estate and the weather became warmer than usual. The chirping of birds could be heard not too far away — everywhere was finally at peace. Amy sat in the living room, her eyes stuck to a book Owen bought to keep her company, because as he said, work called. He needed to fix everything and return them back to normal especially after Ash Winters death, Mr Winters death and the casualties faced when dealing with the late Ari Xavier. Paris scented like peace, and everyone probably went back to their daily routine — no curfew, no being alert. Just as Amy put down the book, the door swung open, and Owen walked in in his usual outfit, royal blue Armani, and a well dressed hair, it was in curls this time around.Amy assessed her man, he looked nervous but only she could notice it.“Pumpkin,” Owen said, coming to give her a hug.She let him give her as many kisses as possible. She deserved it.They deserved it.“How's the baby?” He asked, caressing he

AMELIA XAVIER The smell of my favourite kind of coffee filled my nose as I opened my eyes. Letting out a yawn, I stretched myself out of bed and moved downstairs to meet Owen in the kitchen making breakfast. We were moving into the Winters estate today so why was he making breakfast? As I opened my mouth to speak, he turned to face me, handing me a chocolate chip. “I saw this on YouTube, how does it taste,” he said, shoving the chocolate chip into my mouth. I bit into it and the taste brought a smile to my face.“Tastes like something made with love. I'll go wash up and come down for breakfast,” I murmured, planting a kiss on his lips and walking away. A few minutes later, we were done with breakfast and we sat by the pool playing with the water. It was warm and surprisingly calming.“I thought we were moving today?” I asked, glancing at him.Owen shrugged, the look on his face said he was contemplating on whether to avoid the question or not.“I'm doing some renovations

OWEN WINTERS A month had passed and the mourning period for my father ended, now what was left was making me the don to this house. The hall was decorated with blue roses which signified the colour of the house Winters. The chandeliers shone beautifully casting its light around the hall. I took in the sights before going upstairs to get ready. I stared at the mirror holding my tuxedo jacket, memories of the recent events flooding my head — Ash Winters was dead, father died, Ari Xavier died and my child. I seemed lost because I didn't know when Amy came in.“Lost in thoughts?” She asked and I smiled, turning to face her. I took her waist pulling her closer to me so that our noses touched.“A lot of things have happened, it's only necessary to be lost in thoughts, pumpkin,” I whispered, my tone hushed and my breath brushing her lips. She chuckled lightly. I planted a soft kiss on her lips and started to pull away but she held me tight and kissed me sliding her tongue into my mo

AMELIA XAVIER The world should've ended the day I came to Paris, because that day changed everything for me.My dream was to be like father, strong, confident and regal, but coming to Paris was something I wished to regret, but why couldn't I? Ari pressed her leg against my wrist, pointing the gun at me. She smirked as she cocked the gun ready to end my existence. I shut my eyes, life flashing before me, tears building up. Just shoot me, bastard!I cursed. Before she left the trigger, the door swung open, and someone I knew would come for me stood there, a gun in his hand.Dylan Xavier, my father.Ari Xavier left the trigger, but by then I had smacked her down so the bullet went flying across the wall. She fell with a thud and my confidence boosted. “Attack!” Ari Xavier screamed to her men as they rushed towards Dad, his men blocked the way and fought them off. Ari faced me, dried blood stained her face as sweat dripped from her chin splattering on the ground. I clenche

AMELIA XAVIER The tracker led me deep into the woods. I clutched my gun as my feet crunched dried dead leaves with every step I made. The light from the moon hardly penetrated due to the large branches, instead it gave this eerie feeling.I needed to keep going. The pathway was endless and I soon started to lose hope that maybe I wasn't going to find that bastard of a relative, Ari Xavier. I stopped to catch my breath, resting my hands on my hips. Something told me that coming here was the worst idea ever, but it wasn't enough to stop me. Thinking back to what she had done, anger boiled within me urging me to move on. A few minutes later, the tracker beeped, and I knew I was there. Not too far away — something like a walk from where I stood, a house came into view. It looked old and shady, but I didn't mind, my goals were set and achieving them was all that mattered.Walking towards the building, I cocked my gun ready to shoot, but as I cracked the door open, no one was the

AMELIA XAVIER I sat in the sitting room watching the news, cameras flashed at the dead bodies that lay scattered around the woods. The police blocked the area saying investigations were going on as the news reporters relayed the reports of so many deaths in one night. My mind drifted to last night when we marched to the woods to kill Ari's men. Father was right when he meant that Ari might not show up, but she was just a step ahead of us which made me question our so called loyal allies. Someone was probably feeding her with our plans for her to sabotage every one of them. Rage boiled within me and I angrily switched off the TV hating the sight of those bodies. I had prayed everything would end that night, but it only grew worse by the second. Owen was in hospital and wasn't allowed to leave which would delay our attack and give that moron a chance to be ahead of us. I wanted to bolt out the door, meet her and strangle her to death if I could. Then I remembered something.

ETHAN COLE The night breeze brushed past my face as Ava stepped into the water. The line that ran down her back somehow made my stomach flip. I looked away, trying to keep my sanity. My conflicting mind couldn't let me enjoy the zephyr, as it questioned my past and future actions. That little voice in my head never judged me for the people I'd murdered.I wish it did — it would've been easier to ignore. ‘You love her if you wish she wasn't Duval.’‘Your ear grows warm anytime she calls your name… You can hear your own heartbeat race, just by catching a glimpse of her presence…’I sighed heavily forcing those thoughts out. I hated that she clouded my mind. That each moment, a whiff of her scent caught my nose, my chest tugged, and my fingers itched to hold her. Disgusting.These feelings weren't normal. I stepped into the water, the coolness seeping slowly into my skin. Love?If Ava was right about her definition of love, then I was sure what I had for her wasn't love. It was

ETHAN COLE My body sunk into the soft sheets as I stared at the desk where the document sat. After I took the document from the secret room, I hadn't opened it. The Duval stamp lay on the front cover together with the word, confidential. This was going to tell me all about VAR — maybe not all, but some part of it. Either way it would help me to understand things I didn't know. Like how easily the organization covered up its crimes, and how no one knew how deep the business ran. I inched closer, then without waiting, my hand swiped the document off the desk. The pungent smell of old paper filled the air causing me to sneeze. “Fuck, this better be worth my time,” I muttered, adjusting to the foreign smell. When I scanned through the document, page after page, my eyes widened with each new discovery. The feeling of ennui clouded my mind, and it felt like a heavy burden had been placed on me. Their crimes were enormous. Most times, they did things without reason. VAR nev

ETHAN COLE Memories were stupid, and clinging to them only brought more pain. Too many complicated emotions. I abhorred emotions. It made one wonder who they actually were or why they did things. I rose to my feet, working with the buttons of my shirt, it slipped to the floor. Walking to the standing mirror, I stared at my reflection, the scars on my body weren't much — most of my injuries were miscalculations which barely happened. My trousers followed next, the fine material slid down my legs. My fingers traced the rose tattoo of my neck. I shut my eyes, blocking the memories from coming. It didn't matter now. As I turned to walk naked into the bathroom, a soft knock came from the door. It opened slightly, revealing a barely clothed Ava. She had changed her nightwear to something thinner, the straps made no effort to shield her breasts.“Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting something,” she smiled, walking in, and kicking the door shut.When did she become this wild? Kicking t

ETHAN COLEMemories were a funny thing. The good ones only came when someone you cherished died or is far from home…But the worst ones… it was a daily occurrence, running through your head like it was just yesterday. The academy always punished deviants accordingly. They had rules that ranged from minor punishments to extreme ones. Thomas and Clark did fight once, and they were sent to clean the training grounds for the month. Maybe that's what I thought I'd get when Wilhelmina was getting on my nerves and I hit her. She struck back, sinking her devil-blessed teeth into my skin. Due to the searing pain spreading through my body, I grabbed her by the hair and threw her towards the hot coal from the grilling pan. She arched her back writhing in pain, as some of the coal touched her neck. Before it turned into a full-blown fight, our academy teacher, Serena, trotted in. Her blonde hair flowed down her back, and her pink suit stood out amidst the crowd of gravely dressed pe

ETHAN COLE The woods stretched, darkness overshadowing the little light from the moon. I stood in the middle of an isolated place. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over me.My hands were bloody, and my clothes clung to my skin, dripping a thick liquid. I stared around in confusion, my eyes wide in horror. Then I spotted someone. A woman. Winnie. Her eyes were burst, and blood poured from her throat. I stepped back unable to speak. Almost tripping on something, I jerked forward, looking down at the thing — another person. No… I didn't do this.I couldn't. My teammates all lay dead, blood gushing from their necks. Blood suddenly erupted from Lily's throat, splattering across my face. I moved back in a total confusion.Did I do this to my teammates?Am I a monster? Suddenly they all pointed their fingers at me.“If only you didn't take VAR's offer…” they chanted.My body froze. I could hear my heartbeat pounding loud in my ears. Heat spread through my entire body, hot flashe

AVA DUVAL The rain slapped against the window pane, the wind ferociously carrying the rain in a frenzied manner. I walked into the kitchen, a thick nightgown draped down to my legs. My flip flops were furry, but not enough to shelter my legs from the cold. “It's raining cats and dogs outside. I wonder where Ethan is?” I asked rhetorically. I hadn't seen a speck of him since the day began, and although his scent lingered around the house as though he were there. I had spent a few months with him to observe that his scent always stayed whether he was present or not.I groaned, stretching my arms. Walking to the fridge, I pulled out a jug of Straus family creamery milk. Pouring it into an empty glass, I downed it in one go.Who cared where he was? He could protect himself for all it's worth.Just as I downed the second glass, the light in the kitchen flickered, then out of nowhere, the lights went out. My brows creased in confusion, I waited for the lights to come back on… maybe