Novels by KPLOLLY

POV: AveryThe room still smelled like him; faint cologne, skin, and something deeper that clung to the air like unfinished words. Sharp, masculine, familiar, the kind of scent that lingered on my sheets long after he was gone.Alex’s hand had pressed against the small of my back, keeping me anchored as his lips trailed heat down my neck. My fingers tangled in his shirt, clutching it like I needed it to breathe. Every time he kissed me, the world blurred a little more, until it didn’t matter who I was betraying. Until the thought of her stopped hurting.“Alex…” I whispered, half a moan, half a warning.“We shouldn’t…”He silenced me with another kiss. It was deeper this time, desperate, as though he could chase away the guilt with his tongue. The sheets rustled beneath us. My mind spun between pleasure and panic, between wanting him and hating myself for it.Somewhere in the distance, I thought I heard a car door shut. Probably just a student getting back late. Nothing unusual. Still,

POV: SeraphinaThe phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.Once. Then again.A small, persistent tremor against the nightstand, slicing through the hush that followed everything.Alex stirred beside me, half-asleep, one arm heavy across my waist. The moonlight cut through the blinds, drawing pale silver lines over our tangled limbs. My heart still hadn’t steadied from earlier, from the warmth of his hands, the heat that made me forget who I was for a little while.I turned my head toward the glow on the nightstand. Mom again.The name on the screen made something in my chest tighten. For a second, I thought about answering. I could almost hear her voice, calm but sharp around the edges, asking why I hadn’t come home. But I didn’t want to hear anything right now, not apologies, not explanations, not her soft “sweetheart” that always came home too late.I let the phone buzz until it stopped. Then silence again.Alex’s breathing deepened. I stared at the ceiling, tracing patterns in the shadows, tr

POV: Mrs. Elara MarcellThe vase didn’t fall by accident.I pushed it.The crash echoed through the room, making a sharp sound, final, like something in me breaking free. Porcelain and petals scattered across the marble floor, a wild burst of color in a house that had long forgotten how to feel alive.Damian didn’t even flinch. He stood by the window, still in his tie, a silhouette carved out of indifference and city light. His reflection shimmered faintly in the glass, the city skyline cutting through his outline like a wound.“Of course,” he said finally, voice calm in that dangerous way. “You always need to make a scene.”I laughed, it came out brittle, almost hysterical. “Maybe that’s the only way you’ll look at me anymore.”He turned slightly, the reflection of his eyes meeting mine in the glass. “You think shouting fixes anything?”“I think pretending doesn’t.” My chest ached as I said it. “You can buy me the world, Damian, but you can’t even touch me without checking your watch

POV: Seraphina MarcellFor a moment, I didn’t know if I’d actually said his name or only dreamed it.The word had slipped out of me like a secret, quiet, trembling, almost accidental.“Alex…”The sound of my voice startled even me.He turned slowly toward the door, the faint light from the bathroom washing one side of his face in gold while the other was shadow. For a heartbeat, something flickered in his eyes, like a flash of panic, guilt, maybe even fear.But I told myself I imagined it. Because when you love someone too much, your mind becomes their defense lawyer. You argue against your own instincts just to keep believing.He gave a small, crooked smile, the kind that softened all my suspicions.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, voice low and calm, though I caught the roughness at the edges.“I thought I heard you talking,” I said, my tone light, teasing. “To yourself again?”He let out a quiet chuckle, walking toward me. “Something like that.”His gaze softened, darkened. “Couldn’t sl

POV: Alex ArthinThe picture glowed on my phone screen like a sin I couldn’t erase.Avery’s half-naked body curled in my sheets; her lips tilted in that teasing smirk that made promises I never should’ve believed. It was the very kind that had already gotten me into trouble more times than I could count.I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen, and my pulse hammering against my throat. In the window’s reflection, I looked like a ghost, hollow-eyed, jaw locked, the kind of man who dug his own grave and still smiled at the taste of dirt.The moonlight was spilling in through the blinds, dimming the edges of the photo, but it didn’t soften what I saw. Her smooth skin. The gold chain glinting against her throat. And behind it all, my reflection, staring back at me through the glass, trapped somewhere between lust and disgust.I shouldn’t have opened it.Not now.Not with Seraphina asleep on my bed, wrapped in my gray blanket, her soft breathing steady. Her innocence draped over me like

POV: Alex ArthinThe sound of Avery’s name froze my pulse.For a second, I thought I misheard her, that it couldn’t possibly be her voice coming through Seraphina’s phone. But it was.Soft. Familiar. A voice I shouldn’t have recognized that easily.I keep my eyes on Seraphina while she answers.Every word that leaves Avery’s mouth feels like a knife I have to smile through.When Seraphina says “With Alex,” I almost flinch.Avery goes quiet, I can hear it even from where I sit.That silence isn’t confusion. It’s recognition.It’s guilt.And suddenly, everything from two hours ago crashes back into me.It had started like any other weekend.Avery had texted first, like she always did.“You free?”I was.She knew I would be.Weekends were our unspoken ritual, Seraphina went home to her family’s mansion, and Avery stayed behind.Two girls, roommates, best friends.Only one of them knew what really happened when the other left.I told myself it wasn’t serious. Just a distraction. Something