Novels by Jay_Writes

Lizabella“How the hell did you get shot?” I demanded, my voice coming out sharper than I intended.Damian didn’t answer, he only clenched his jaw and shifted, grunting as he tried to push himself up on one arm.While I stared at the blood that was already spreading across the tiled hospital floor in a dark, horrifying pool that made my stomach drop.“Don’t, don’t move,” I snapped back to the present, holding him tightly as I knelt beside him. “You’re going to make it worse.”“I need to sit up,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Just a little.”Against my better judgment, I slid one arm behind his back and helped prop him up. The moment he leaned into me, his weight sagged heavier than it should have, and a sharp breath tore from his lips.“Careful!” I hissed as blood soaked through his shirt, warm and slick against my palms as I pressed my hands firmly over the wound, applying pressure the way I’d seen done a hundred times on television while my heart hammered violently in my chest.

LizabellaOf all the things I had expected Damian to say to me… that was the least of them and I hated it. Yet his words still echoed in my head as I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, with my heart fluttering like it had lost all sense.I hated that reaction and I hated how my chest tightened, how warmth slipped through the cracks I’d spent weeks reinforcing. It wasn’t the words themselves, it was the softness in them. Damian wasn't usually soft, he only ever taunted me, so hearing warmth from him was enough to make my heart flip violently.

Jerry“When will your spy contact us with good news?” Josie’s voice cut through the dimly lit and quiet room, sharp enough to scrape against my already frayed nerves. I stared at the ceiling for a second longer than necessary, then dragged a hand through my hair and swung my legs off the bed.“I have work to do,” I said, reaching for my shirt. “I’ll be in the study.”That was all it took for her to sit up abruptly, sheets sliding down her waist as her face twisted in anger. “So t

LizabellaI rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt, still, I resumed walking, though irritation simmered beneath my skin as we continued down the stairs. But when we reached the first floor and were just about to pass through the front doors, something tugged at my chest again, so I reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.“Hold on,” I said firmly. “I’m not about to ask where you’re taking me anymore because it’s obvious you’re not going to answer that.”He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Instead,” I continued. “Are you sure we shouldn’t take Pearl with us?”He stiffened slightly, and I pressed on. “Ever since I came here, neither you nor the other Lycan Kings have spent any real personal time with her.” Suddenly, he turned fully toward me, and with a firm voice he said. “Don’t say things you don’t understand.”I frowned, but he continued. “Around the time you arrived, we were already dealing with a very serious problem, one we’re still handling. That’s why we haven’t h

Lizabella“You are such a horrible person.” The words tore out of me before I could stop them, it was filled with the anger I had been swallowing since the day they dragged me into this palace and locked the doors behind me.“You and your brothers,” I continued, my voice rising despite myself. “You kept me stuck here with nothing, and then you forced me into a role I have never held before, one that is beneath everything I was in my father’s pack. Do you even understand that?”Damian calmly stood in front of me, and that only made it worse. “I was not raised to sit idle like a decorative object!” I snapped. “I was not raised to be isolated, silenced, stripped of authority and purpose. And yet here I am, locked inside a palace where I can’t go anywhere, can’t speak to anyone, and I can’t even step outside without permission.”My chest burned as I spoke, each word pulling something ugly and raw out of me. “Because there is no thrill or entertainment here, I spend every single day the sa

Lizabella“Pearl, stop!” I shouted, my feet pounding against the marble floor as I chased after her. “Come back here this instant!”She was running ahead of me, her small feet tapping rapidly against the marble floor, curls bouncing as she glanced over her shoulder with that infuriating, playful smile, as if we were playing a game. But after what happened yesterday, she shouldn't have considered playing such games, when she still hasn't recovered fully.“Pearl!” I called again, my breath growing u

Maya’s POVI woke up feeling even worse than I had been feeling when I fell asleep.The aching in my head has intensified and it felt like something heavy was pressing down my chest. My whole body ached and it hurt to even open my eyes, my throat hurt and swallowing my spit was harder to do because it felt like my throat had been shaved with sandpaper.I turned to see that I had slept all through yesterday and it was now a new day. I was glad that it wasn’t a weekday so I could stay in bed for as long as I wanted and get the proper rest that I needed.

Maya’s POVAfter the steamy night I had with Alex, where he had tossed and turned me- not that I minded- I woke up to see that Alex was still in bed beside me with his arms around me.His warmth spread through his body to mine and it was comforting, making me want to stay in bed longer. But, exams were fast approaching and I needed to make sure I attended every class.I tried to push his hands away and get up from bed but he pulled me closer to him.“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice low, husky and filled with

Maya’s POVAs I walked into the house, I realized that it was quieter than it usually these days. On a normal day since Lilith had started living with us, she would be playing music so loud that I could hear it from the front door but today, the house was silent and neither could I hear the sounds of the maids and chef preparing the incidents for dinner and I wondered why.Shaking the thoughts away, I walked further into the house, heading to check on Lilith. But, then I saw him.Alex was sitting down alone in the living room, he was dressed in gray pants and a bla

Alexander’s POVI had known from the moment Maya asked me to let her friend stay that it was a bad idea. But I had said yes anyway- because of her. Because of the way her eyes had pleaded with me, and the way she had curled up in my lap, whispering sweet things into my ear until I caved. I wanted her happy so I had no other choice than to accept.But I hated it.Hated knowing that someone I barely trusted was living under my roof, under our roof.Which was why I made it a habit to stay at the office late, making sure everyone was asleep befor

Maya’s POVI was still in on my head thinking about mine and Alex’s short stay in Greece when I finally had the time to link up with Lilith.She had been sending me different messages when she couldn’t reach me and even when I got back and hold her that Alex had taken me on a trip. Despite her messages, I had been too tired to reply her, trying to dwell in my calmness.When I finally regained myself, I decided to reply all her messages and even asked that we met at our favorite café.I was sitting across her on

Maya’s POVWhen the plane landed, we were in Greece and it was everything it was in the books I’d read and more.Alex had really gone out of his way to make sure I relaxed and focused my mind on something else.When he has asked me to go change and pick my phone so he could take me to somewhere that would get my mind off things, I had thought that we were going to go shopping for the clothes, books and other things that were ruined in my room or even go to an expensive restaurant where just one food cost more than the rent of my father’s apartment

ERIC'S POV:Several days had passed since the dinner with Darcy and Sophia, yet she still refused to answer my calls or appear in my classes. On the rare occasions she did show up, she wouldn’t even look at me. She’d sit there, head down, scribbling notes as if her life depended on it, then slip out before I’d even finished speaking.I’d tried reaching out more than once, but she pushed me away convinced that whatever was between us would only hurt Darcy, who still wished her mother and I would reconcile. So I stopped trying. But the silence was unbearable.So today, I'd dismissed all lectures for the day, claiming I needed to review the Kingdom’s financial records. In truth, I simply needed to keep my mind occupied and drown out the silence that Sophia had left behind.Suddenly, the faint creak of the front door broke through but didn’t bother looking up; believing that Anna was here to ask if I needed anything, but then I heard the sound of heels clicking“Still working yourself to

SOPHIA'S POV: What were the odds, honestly, that once again the Moon Goddess would decide to play around with my fate? I stood there, frozen in the middle of Darcy’s ridiculously elegant living room, staring straight at the man who had just turned around, the man I’d been… well, seeing for weeks. And now, apparently, my best friend’s father.My brain short-circuited and I couldn’t process words. Darcy was looking between the two of us, confusion all over her face.“Uh… are you guys gonna say something?” She asked, snapping her fingers in front of us. “What’s going on?”I tried to smile, because what else could I do? Darcy had no idea and I wasn’t about to ruin the one real friendship I’d managed to build here.So I stepped forward, pretending like my heart wasn’t doing backflips. “Nice to meet you, sir,” I said, stretching my hand out.Professor Eric, who I’d been calling by his first name for weeks, just stared at me for a second before clearing his throat and shaking my hand. “Is

SOPHIA'S POV: When I transferred to Moonland University, I promised myself that I was going to have fun with Maxwell, and make new memories together. But Maxwell is out of my life now and, hopefully soon, out of my head.So I made a new promise to myself that he wasn’t going to be the reason I stopped having fun.And honestly? Everything around me felt like some kind of dramatic movie I couldn’t stop watching because my one-night stand turned out to be my professor, who also happened to be my second-chance mate.Fate clearly had a sense of humor.At first, Professor Eric did everything he could to avoid me. He avoided eye contact, skipped hallways I walked through, and pretended I was invisible. But I wasn’t the kind of girl to back off when something, or someone, interested me. So, I made it my mission to tease him, make him uncomfortable, and to see just how far that calm, mature, professorly exterior would stretch before it cracked.And no, it wasn’t because I liked him, not yet,

SOPHIA'S POV: Maxwell, who had once held me through every nightmare, every breakdown after my parents’ deaths. Maxwell, who had promised that he’d never leave, was now saying that he was only with me out of pity.For a second, I thought maybe I hadn’t heard him right. Maybe he was angry, maybe he didn’t mean it. But the look in his eyes made me realize that he wasn’t bluffing.My heart clenched so hard I could barely breathe. Did I do this? Was it me? Did my sadness push him away? Did my pain make him run into the arms of another woman?Tears blurred my vision but I quickly wiped them away furiously, because no, I wasn’t going to cry for him anymore.“I can’t believe I’m standing here blaming myself for your stupidity,” I said, my voice trembling at first, then steadying. Before I could turn away, the girl in the towel stepped forward. “How dare you talk to my man like that?”Her hand shot up, but I caught it midair and slapped her hard across the face. Maxwell grabbed my arm. “Soph

SOPHIA'S POV:“Sophia!” My aunt called out and I quickly moved to the mirror.“Auntie, I’m almost ready!” I yelled back as I leaned forward, adjusting the neckline of my white top and running my fingers through my curls.My aunt’s voice floated up the stairs again, sharp as ever. “Sophia! You are going to be late for the airport!”“I said I’m coming!” I grabbed my handbag from the edge of the bed, then paused, scanning the room.My eyes darted over the vanity, the nightstand, the small stack of books I’d decided not to bring. My suitcase was already downstairs; my cousin had hauled it there an hour ago. And everything from my clothes, laptop, chargers, and toiletries were all carefully folded and packed.I mentally ticked through the list one more time. ‘Okay, I had everything.’“Alright,” I murmured to myself, taking one last look at the room that had been mine for the past few years. “Time to go.”When I stepped out and headed toward the dining hall, the smell of toast and scrambled