Novels by Sly Angel

Kamara’s pov. All afternoon I tried to not think of anything but it seemed even more impossible in the empty beach house. Thirty minutes ago. I picked up my phone at the sound of a notification and instantly regretted it the moment I opened it. More comments, so much hate and most from friends retweeting. The crooked smile that I’d forced all day broke completely and in its place my lips quivered. “No no no.” I muttered while reading the comments. It was worse now because she had tagged me directly on the new post. My vision blurred and I sniffed, forcing the tears back. I wouldn’t cry over people who had already taken enough from me.I didn’t hear him come in.“Kamara.”A firm hand landed on my shoulder. jolted and locked my phone, swiping it onto the cushion beside me as if that could erase what I’d just read. My throat burned. I turned slightly away, breathing through it, willing my face to behave.Too late.Jace’s gaze caught my reflection in the darkened window first—then m

JaceShe fell asleep like that.Curled into me, breathing uneven at first, then slowly evening out as exhaustion finally won. Her grip on my jacket loosened, but she didn’t pull away.I stayed still, watching her small form.Her lashes were damp, cheeks streaked with dried tears. One hand rested against my chest, fingers slack now. She was so fragile, even when she tried so hard to act strong.Valerie had crossed a line.And Brian being anywhere near this only made it worse.I shifted carefully, just enough to ease her weight without waking her. She murmured something soft and tucked closer instead of pulling away. I froze, jaw tightening, then slowly exhaled.Careful, Jace.I guided her onto the bed, lowering her like she might shatter if I moved too fast. She barely stirred. I pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, hesitated, then brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face.She looked younger like this.I straightened and stepped back, giving myself distance before instinc

JACE I stayed where I was long after Brian disappeared.The night swallowed him whole, like he’d never been there to begin with. The parking lot fell quiet again, but my pulse didn’t slow. If anything, it spiked harder.Brian Matthias.So that was it.All the sneaking attitude. The sudden confidence followed by cracks of fear. He wasn’t just some student with issues or a bruised ego. He was Donald Matthias’ son.The Matthias didn’t do coincidences. They didn’t do anything harmless and they definitely didn’t do casual involvement.Which meant Brian’s interest in Kamara wasn’t random.I waited a few more minutes making sure no one doubled back. When I was certain the coast was clear, I stepped away from the dumpster and headed back toward my car, keeping my hood up until I was well out of sight.The drive was quiet. My mind replayed everything I’d seen,If Donald Matthias wanted something, he didn’t take no for an answer.Which begged the question: What exactly did he want from Kamara

KamaraMy soul didn’t just leave my body.It packed a bag, booked a flight, and permanently relocated.I stared at Jace like he’d just said something wildly inappropriate in a room full of people because that was exactly what he’d done. My hand was still pressed against his chest. I could feel his breathing now, steady and annoyingly calm, unlike mine, which had turned into pure chaos.“I…what?” I blurted.The shopkeeper cleared his throat behind me.Reality slammed back into place.I yanked my hand away like I’d been burned. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—that’s not—” I gestured vaguely between us, then toward the snacks, then literally nowhere. “I just came in here for gum.”He straightened slowly, giving me space at last, his expression unreadable again. Like someone had just flipped a switch.“Right,” he said flatly.That was it.No smirk. No teasing follow-up and explanation.Which somehow made it worse.My face felt like it was on fire as I grabbed the nearest pack of gum without even check

Kamara The moment the meeting ended, I practically escaped the studio. My skin still felt hot from everything Brian said earlier, and my chest was tight with that kind of humiliation you can physically feel.I just wanted to go home. Or disappear. Either one was fine.When I reached the curb and opened the car door, I was surprised yet relieved to see Jace at the driver’s seat.I climbed in expecting the car to move the moment I closed the door but a few minutes later and still nothing.“Hey—“ I started but words died in my throat when I caught his eyes staring back at me through the rear-view mirror.If one could somehow stare into a person's soul just from one stare then that was what he was doing.I unlocked my phone, scrolling through everything, anything to act like I wasn’t spiraling over eye contact.The engine finally hummed to life.I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to convince myself I imagined it. That he wasn’t really looking at me or maybe he was checking the mirror f

Kamara “No—Brian, wait, it’s not what it seems,” I blurted, waving my hands uselessly in the air like that would magically erase the half-naked man behind me.He looked dumbfounded and yet disgusted.I felt heat crawl up my neck. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—this isn’t—”My voice tripped over itself, doing absolutely nothing to help my case.Behind me, Jace shifted. He hadn’t said a word but I could bet anything that he had that smug grin on his face. From the corner of my eye, I could already see his lazy stance, leaning against the wall with no care in the world.I refused to look at him.Because if I looked at him, I’d combust.And if I combusted, I’d die.And if I died, this would STILL be embarrassing.“Brian, seriously, I can explain,” I tried again, stepping forward.His jaw tightened.His eyes dragged over the scene behind me, Jace’s open shirt, the undone buttons, the casual smirk that said he wasn’t bothered at all.Brian inhaled sharply.“I’m sorry if I… interrupted any of this.”Th