Novels by Ifyx💋

Elias's snore resounds through the suite.Midnight was just two hours and fifty three minutes away. I sat down on the edge of the balcony, my legs dangling over the Atlantic, the keycard to Room 412 was still in my palm.The pendant Alaric has made for me caught the moonlight, it's tiny, sharp and perfect. A promise of both threat and ruinMy phone buzzed again. Unknown number. It was Alaric.If you are scared, text 911. I will come. I stared at the screen until the screen dimmed, then I slipped the phone into my pocket.Elias stirred in his sleep, I froze. He then rolled over still asleep. I exhaled sharply.At 11:47 p.m., I walked barefoot to the bathroom, then locked the door and opened the video again. Alaric in his clinic, his sleeves rolled up, and in a hushed voice, “I miss you. Come to me.” He said. My knees weakened.I pressed my forehead on the bathroom tile wall, replaying the way he had kissed the bruise on my wrist like an apology.Midnight came, I didn't move an inch

“You shouldn’t be here, Miss Wren,” he repeated.The plates slipped off from my fingers and shattered on the floor, porcelain shards were scattered everywhere. Alaric didn't even flinch, He just stepped closer, the broken pieces sticking under his well polished shoes.He was close until I felt the heat of his body more than the warm kitchen lights. I opened my mouth to say something. But no sound came out.His eyes went to my lips, it lingered there for sometime then returned to my eyes.“I said you shouldn't be here,” he repeated, this time more softer and tender. “But here you are.”Behind us, we heard laughter from the balcony. Elias’s voice was the loudest and more bright. It was louder than everyone else's voice there.Alaric clamped his jaw together. He walked past me to set the stack of plates on the counter.His arm brushed my waist, it was a deliberate act, a slow drag that made my breath hitch.“I can explain….” I started.“No.” He held my wrist, his thumb pressing the exa

“Good afternoon, Ms. Wren. I'm Dr. Stone."His voice snapped my head and attention towards me, his voice manly pulling my gaze away from the ceiling titles I was counting straight to him.He stood in the doorway, filling the entire doorway with his entire six foot two of lean muscle under that white coat.His wavy black hair was messy in a good way.His brown eyes were on mine, his gaze was steady like he was assessing me. He wasn't smiling, but something in his expression made my tummy flip. I swallowed hard, the paper crinkling as I adjusted.“Hi. Isola’s fine.”He nodded, closing the door with a soft click.He walked to the sink, washing his hands, his sleeves were rolled up revealing his veined forearms.Water streamed over his fingers, and for some crazy reasons, I couldn't look away, not even for a second.Something about the way he washed his hands, applying soap on them and rubbing them together as water splashed over his hands felt intimate.I shouldn't be doing this, I sh

I woke up on Tuesday morning to Elias sliding his hands all over my hips possessively even though he was still asleep. Like he was checking to make sure I was still there, still his. “Stay home today,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “Work can wait.”I tried to ignore that uneasy feeling I had about Elias. But that feeling always finds a way to come back to my mind.Forcing a smile, I carefully twisted myself away from him. “Deadlines, Elias. You know how it is.He propped himself on one elbow, his freckled chest was bare, his beautiful golden hair was scattered from sleep. At thirty one, he still looks handsomely tall, tanned skin and with eyes that promise the whole world only if you follow the rules. His rules.“No problem,” he said, tracing my collarbone with his thumb. “But wear the blue dress. The one I picked for you.”Ugh, here we go again I thought. Rolling my eyes in my mind.He kissed my forehead softly, it was a seal of ownership. Th