Novels by Winner Charles

Hermosa "Then prepare to be hunted." "Runnnnn!" I scream as we scamper out of the forest, my hands firmly holding my best friends' hands, as the branches and thorns tear our skin. Both werewolves chase us down. I hear a loud scream. Eleanor is clutching her legs, with blood dripping. I try to help her. Too late. I had let my guard down. Both Cammy and Eleanor are pinned down by both werewolves, and bloodlust smells in the air. "Stop." "Stop!" I scream, but they aren't listening. Cammy's clothes are already turned to bits. Eleanor looks like her magic is failing her. "Pick the knife, or we all die." "No." "No." Tears stream down my eyes. One of the werewolves uses his teeth to bite my friend. I pick the knife, and without thinking, I strike blindly. The werewolf lays on the floor, fully transformed. It was Ragal. "I am sorry." I whisper. He holds my face, spitting blood. "It's okay. I was prepared for this. Kill me and let this plague be over." He is

Two months later Hermosa I stare at the empty dining table. The chirping of the birds tells me that I am far from civilization. I try to shift my leg forward, at least to relax a bit, until he brings food. I don't know how many days I am in here, because everywhere looks pretty dark, apart from the steady burning of the candle, which tells me where I am. Rapheal had kidnapped me from the Shadow Moon Pack. For days he had forced me to bathe with strange herbs. When I asked him why, he deliberately refused to answer. He takes me out for quiet walks, but in a blindfold, while he holds my hands. I can hear the steady chirping of the birds and the hooting of owls, and I conclude somehow we might be in the bush. Wildflowers stick close to my clothes. "I prepared your best meal. Pasta and steak." "It's not." I mutter underneath my breath, scared. I wonder if Ragal is looking for me. "I am sorry." I hear Rapheal say from the head of the table. "Sorry for what exactly?

Hermosa The tall, bushy trees and grass were everywhere. I remember running down here as soon as I heard news about Cammy.I had rushed down here, almost killing the doctors in charge when they told me the truth."Three bulky men were sent to murder the patient you kept here, but when they removed her from life support, she strangely woke up from a coma. She had this lost look on her face, that they concluded that it was the wrong person."The doctors told me.I had run down here with Morgan's news, but instead of a dead body, I had seen an innocent lady with no memories of what happened between her and the people that were sent.She had no memories from a year. Even what happened to her was wiped off.From that day onward, I had looked into Morgan and what I found almost killed me. But I decided to play the mournful and angry lover to Hermosa.To draw out Raphael. Now it's backfired.I ran through the empty halls, screaming down her name, but there was no response.I slam the doors

HermosaOur boot crunched them and I wonder why she was staying in a place that looks deserted.He points the torchlight to show us the way. There were no signs of a house or sign of life nearby.Everywhere was too quiet.I stop dead in my track. "This place is awfully quiet. Why did you take her there?"He doesn't respond. "It's the best place I could think of. This place looks strange for a patient in coma.""She needs rest and I thought it's the best place for her to find one."My body kicks with joy at what he had said. Cammy was finally awake and I wonder why he never told me.I stare down at the tomb's headstone. Cammy Beckett. Survived by none. 2000-2026.A fresh bouquet of flowers on her tombstone. I laugh out loud, staring at Ragal who kept his gaze down."Tell me, what is this? We buried her remains here. She died at the hospital.""No. No, no. What is this?""Her grave," he adds."If you don't take me to my friend, I warn you. I promise this will be the last time you ever s

After the meal, he hadn't talked to me throughout the trip downstairs or in the car. I thought he was still mad at me for packing my bags. I made a mental note to tell him about his Beta, Morgan, and how he had on many occasions threatened to kill my best friend if I hadn't given my blood in exchange. The drive on the road was really quiet, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. He didn't even turn to look at me. It was almost as if I wasn't there. The silence in the car was suffocating, but even I could do it. I stuck my face outside the window. "Stop." He pushed me back inside, rolling up the windows. "I just need fresh air." "The last time you did that, elite werewolves attacked us." "You don't have to remind me of that." I folded my arms inside the car stubbornly. "Good." He frowned slightly. "Let's focus on getting to Cammy in one piece." --- *Ragal* I had prepared a meal to calm her nerves. I don't know if it did that. I saw her talking to Morga

Hermosa "No blood." I say confidently. He pulled me close enough to smell his scent. "You have grown… balls." "I can say that about you, coming in broad daylight asking for my blood." Whatever I said irked him. I could see his nostrils flaring. Then he gripped my arm tightly. "Amazing, Hermosa. So damn good." "What happened to crawling spaces?" I spat, sure that I was getting to him. A flash of anger in his eyes told me I had hit a sensitive spot. "I respect the king a lot, but not you." I rolled my eyes at him. "Coward." "Don't drag my buttons, lil Omega." I smiled, pushing his hands away. "No. Cammy. No blood." He looked around before responding. "I hate you… Omega, but then I still need you." My heart thudded between my chest. Of course, they all needed me hale and hearty. I was a living, breathing cure. My blood was the key to everything. "I will get you to Cammy tomorrow morning." He grinned. "Don't be late." I added. "Of course not. He doesn't like to

Ainsworth We were back at the house, but it was written all over her face that she was pissed—though not at her daughter. Lisa got the soft, comforting words; I got the silence. I honestly didn't know what I had done to make Lavanda that mad. Was it really just the hug outside the police van? Princess’s eyes had been puffy and red the entire way home. I kept assuring her that Will was going to be fine, but she didn't believe me. I was already planning to buy her a fresh pack of 4B pencils and a massive pad of drawing paper—that was usually the only thing capable of bringing back her smile. Meanwhile, Lavanda was spiraling. I watched the thin, lines across her forehead stretch tight. I couldn't tell if her anger was directed at Cyanne, the press, the officers or our hug. Her expression stern as she picked apart the steak on her plate. Up upstairs, Lisa was finally sleeping in her room; neither of us had pressed her for answers about the situation with Will just yet. "Allow me he

Lavanda Once the misunderstanding was finally sorted out with the officers, I stepped out of the van and marched toward my car. Desmond was practically jog-sprinting behind me, his footsteps against the pavement as he tried to catch up. "I am so sorry for that humiliation, Lavanda!" he called out desperately. "I swear I didn't know she was going to do that!" I ignored him, picking up my pace. I couldn't wait to see my family and get as far away from Desmond as humanly possible. In fact, on the exceptionally long list of things I had to deal with today, he was the absolute last person on earth I wanted to see or talk to. "Lavanda, please! Talk to me! Say something!" I kept walking, my jaw set, completely determined not to grant him a word. "The board of directors is going to be pissed about this!" he continued, trailing right at my heels. "I can help you sort it out! I can talk to them!" A bitter knot tightened in my stomach. Desmond had only just resumed working at my compa

LavandaHe was standing right there in the middle of the crowd, his rugged shirt hanging loose over his broad shoulders."She didn't do anything wrong," extending both of his thick hands forward toward the officers without a single flinch. "Take me instead."Camera flashbulbs exploded around him but he didn't even blink. He stood like an unshakable wall between me and the press."I was the one who agreed to take the boy to the hospital," his voice boomed over the camera. "So if you want to arrest anyone for this, it has to be me."The police officers paused, looking back and forth between the two of us, completely surprised by his confession.Off to the side, Cyanne stood smirking, her eyes glinting with triumph.It hit me all at once—this was her true plan all along. She didn't care about ruining my reputation today; she wanted to throw Ainsworth back into a prison cell. She was trying to punish him for rejecting her, using her own critically ill son as collateral. It was utterly de

Lavanda If I take him to the hospital, there's a high chance they will ask about his parents. He's shivering badly, and the cold temperature in this abandoned room isn't helping either. I can't take him to the hospital myself. Cyanne could easily decide to press legal charges against me. My standing with the press isn't looking good as it is, but if I don't help him, what kind of example am I setting for Lisa? Her big blue eyes are filled with hope that Mummy will have a solution. "Lisa, Mummy can't take him to the hospital." My stomach knots in painful guilt. "I will go get his mum." Her small hands dig frantically into my sleeve, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "Don't do this! Will only has me!" "Princess..." "Dad!" She wiped her tears off. I hadn't even heard him enter the room behind us. "Will needs to get to the hospital immediately," he said softly. His eyes softened as he gathered the little boy into his broad arms. Will was half asleep, mumbling incoherent w

LavandaThere was no sound of footsteps running to him.He was staring blankly at the lab, checking underneath the tables, but she wasn't an object that could simply be hidden.I was also searching with him, checking every nook and cranny of the abandoned laboratory.My daughter was missing, and I didn't even know where to start looking.Cyanne was just standing by the door typing on her phone, not giving a single care in the world.Ainsworth was all over the place, with desperation. If she wasn't here, then where could she be?"She's not here," I told him, my voice trembling.He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping the strands tightly. "I know that. I just... I don't know where else to look.""Did we check every abandoned classroom?" I asked, my mind racing. "Maybe they switched places when they found out the teacher was following them.""Great idea," he agreed immediately, pointing down the hall. "I'll check down the other end. You go the other way."We split the search. Cyann

Lavanda. You are a horrible teacher," the words slipped off my tongue before I could control myself.I couldn't believe a grown woman, entrusted with young children, would actively endanger the lives of her students all for a Louis Vuitton bag.Behind us, Cyanne stood leaning against the wall, her eyes glued to her phone screen the entire time. I couldn't help but wonder whether her asking about Will earlier was just a cheap, performance-level act to save face.Both Ainsworth and I were racing down the corridor toward the East Wing, the sound of our hurried footsteps echoing against the floors.My heart beat wildly in my chest, a panic washing over me as I wondered what on earth my seven-year-old daughter was doing in an abandoned section of the building.Ainsworth’s sprint was far faster than mine, his long strides eating up the distance effortlessly.He was terrified for her, too. Watching his broad shoulders tense with genuine desperation, a doubt pierced through my anger: Was I t