Novels by D Infinity1

“ You don't carry arms into a place like that,” I told Vicky over the phone. “ This is not something I can involve the military in.”“ I understand your point, but she might not be with them. Going in there is like getting entangled with the devil for no good reason. Wait, let us confirm that they have her. For all I know, your girl might be finding her way home now.”I paused for awhile, but the next time I spoke, my tone dropped like ice in my own ears. “ Sister…time is what she may not have.”I got off the phone and turned to Melissa. “ Just before you try to convince me to stay back, bear it in mind it could have been any of you.” I said to her, and the rest of the team gathered in my office. “ She's my wife. If making a deal with the devil is what it's going to take, I will dine with him.”Seconds after I left the building, I felt my pocket for my phone. Empty I reversed, and lumbered inside. Melissa met me downstairs, wearing the widest smile I have ever seen on her.“ She di

Maya came up with an idea. Catch a rabbit and put the jacket on it.And that I did. After long hours, bruised elbow, sprained ankle and a broken nose. I have seen worse.“ I guess that is it. We just have to run in opposite direction of the rabbit.”I nodded in agreement, hoping that the rabbit doesn't come running after us. “ Now that I think of it, you can't be menstruating when you're pregnant. You deceived me.” She complained, wearing a rueful look.“ I'm grateful you didn't realize that back there. Deceiving you was vital towards a convincing act.” I explained, dragging my sprained ankle across the forest floor, while trying to fix my nose. Climbers barricaded most ways, like eternal sentries guarding secret treasures. I broke out a strong stick from a fallen bough, breath about my arm size, making a way deep into the forest, while Maya followed closely behind. “ How did they pull up your grandfather's voice and how are you sure we are not running from the good guys?”I halted

Words, carefully chosen, and one of them was "home". Right outside the door, he could hear me, but nothing stung inside. I felt plain and empty. Lighter, with nothing bearing down on my chest like a sack of grain." Sister Nicki," Maya called again. This time, like she could not recognize me. I turned my attention at her with a slank stare. She looked muted by the intensity of my gaze. " Go home and pack. I'm taking you with me." I spoke casually, straightening up to leave."I don't want to go with you." She protested, firm on the decision with an unyielding gaze. It came with a hum in my ears, striking past archives to open a closed chapter of our memories. I don't trust her enough to leave her with Aaron in the house. Not in the current state. " This is not up for a debate,” I insisted, about two feet away from the door. “ I said so as your guardian. Let's go..."" If this is how you intend to leave the Devinsky family. I do no concur. You both are hurting. Do you not see that wha

It felt tasteless on my tongue when I said it the first time. His eyes shifted, flickering like a faulty bulb. The way his eyes narrowed, lips pressed tight, reinforced my decision. This is not something I would want to hear. “ No. Keep it to yourself.” I said, and took up the spoon. The broth reached my tongue with a sting. “ Urhh! This has vinegar.”“ I did mention that it is bitter.” He droned, with his gaze fixed on me. I felt like coughing it out, but that would bring him closer…he might say something. Something that would eventually break what is left of me. So, I took it. Slowly at first. When I couldn't bear the intensity of his gaze, I downed the whole broth, face contorted from the bitter sting. “ Thank you,” I whispered, dropping the plate. “ Do excuse me. I would like to get some fresh air in Mr. Li's garden.”I got up to leave and seconds later, his hands were firmly wrapped around my waist.“ I'm sorry, Nicki—”“ No, Aaron. I don't want to hear it. Please –”“ Out of m

I received the report with mixed feelings. Everything blurs for a moment. The words echoing in my ears were “ critical condition.”Of all news to come by on a day like this, it had to be this. I shut my ears against the echo of my own voice reading the test results. But it keeps coming…amplifying…getting tense. “ So, even destiny can't watch me keep it.” I chuckled dryly, voice devoid of mirth. “ It can be treated. You will be on medication. You both will make it.”“ Will make it?” I snapped at him. “ Are you interested in watching us make it? Weren't you up for it to leave? You know for months, I thrived in the dream that you really wanted a baby and just when—”“ Could you stop with all of these insinuations and assumptions? When have I not wanted a child? When?”“ I came in here, after the butler told me you have been waiting. I see you, crestfallen with a hollowed out voice. Of course the first thing that came to my mind is that our baby is gone. How could you assume that I didn'

I kept thinking of Melissa on the drive home. The birthmark. Her Vicky- like persistence. The kind that pushes you into areas you have sworn never to wander. But she died. My little sister died. Years when I woke up in the middle of the night, with her name on my lips returned like a flood, engulfing my mind. I steer away from the road and parked the car. “ How did you survive, Melissa?” “ Or, shall I ask, who faked your death?”It was clearing up in my eyes. Something was definitely wrong. I lowered my head on the steering wheel, brooding over the last eighteen years. Her birthday was the same day I met Nicki for the first time. I remembered her. I always do. And everytime, I always give out something dear to me to satisfy the longing of sending gifts to her on her birthday.The second time Nicki and I met, I had nothing close to give besides the Rolex. Thinking about the lose that has haunted me for my whole life, I drive straight home, and met the butler outside, like he has

“ How crazy can he be?” I queried myself at first. On one hand, I hadn't understood why a female lead in a movie would be my stunt double. Doesn't make sense!On the other hand, the comment about our resemblance had begun to sink in. I didn't notice, but my mind became a chaotic struggle between why he used someone that looks like me, and why I'm needed at all if he already had a replacement for me. But above all, I had begun to think about the deal: it can't be good.And it was confirmed. Crystal clear.“ I knew it!”Luthor wouldn't make me an offer if it would be easy to execute my part of the bargain. “ How could I be so stupid?!” I thought, and face palmed right after I had thrown the script at him. With the room full, and my presence unwelcomed, the action garnered more attention than a record breaking victory would. Eyes turned my way with a combination of disapproval, disdain and an unmistakable line of " get lost" boldly inscribed on foreheads that furrowed in fine annoyan

“ What's the meaning of this?” I snarled, recognising the exact time and day the record came from.“ Let me see…uhhmmm…that there, to you, means a mistake. But not to me. It was the best moment of my life. You fucking took my virginity, Moraine! You can't just act like nothing happened between us…”“ How come?” My voice dropped in my own ears with a discernible tremor, ignoring what he has just said, with my heart writhing in a blend of anger and panic.He has us on tape. Not just any tape. That's like a full video. Throat blocked, like a clog in a drain, I strained to get my saliva down in a gulp. I feel my hands tremble, while my gaze remains steady, fixed on him.“ How come…how's it even possible —”“ My bodycam. I had it on while you were riding me to the clouds, too distracted to notice. Even I didn't know until recently. I thought you would like to be reminded of what it felt like being with me since you seem to suffer a memory loss.”I bit the corner of my lips, my anger dissi

“ What kind of devil are you?!” I got up, and strutted away, but he grabs my hand before I could make it past him. “ You don't want me, and you don't want me to be with another. What kind of a witch are you?”Fists clenched, muscles stretched, I fumed inside, biting my lower lips. “ What? Have you lost your tongue?” He scowled, but the next second, he leaned in to kiss me. I push him away and smacked his cheeks. Twice. “ This is your father's home. Show some respect to him. How can you bring a woman here to sleep with her…”“ Corrections, Moraine. I merely invited her over. She's not here yet. Why are you burning red?”I hissed and kicked off his hands, and flounced back to my room. The second I shut the door, my knees buckled. That graze of his hand against me. His firm hold around my wrist. It had lit a fire that threatened to consume me right there. I could only mask it with anger.But just when I thought it was over, he knocked. “ Come on, Moraine. Let me in.” “ Go away!”“ Y

I flatlined for a moment. He wouldn't stoop so low. But how can I confirm the truth when Luthor is gone to God knows. The whole night in the bougainvillea was like time in a slow motion. I stirred in discomfort, tossing from one end of the bed to another. My throat is dry from swallowing more often. My mind is afloat.I keep telling myself Alexander knows about his son and I. And then I would stir from deep brooding of whether his sudden mission abroad is a set up as well.I got up and paced in the room, walking from one corner to another. A quick insight would gush in and I would spin and begin all over. By damn, my makeup was askew, hair disheveled, and mood mess up and revolting. I had two options. Either I returned to the house, or I remain here and avoid Luthor until his father returns. I'm still contemplating on my best bid when a knock comes, and Luthor let himself in before I could get a dress over my lingerie I had won to bed.“ Oh god,” he gasped, and combed his hair backw

Her first question whipped my senses, and stormed right into my deepest darkest thoughts. The image of Luthor and I on the beach flashed before my eyes. Her hand is coiled around his elbow, like a possessive girlfriend. Her eyes drifts between us as we stand across each other, glowing with mischief, a sly smile plastered on her lips, tilting a corner. I followed her gaze without flinching. But my legs had grown hot in the platform heels I'm putting on. She had called the rule in a breath. Suspecting the mischief glittering in her eyes and smile, I chose truth, because of the onlookers. Murmurs quickly spread.“ This is definitely going to be interesting,” someone chimed happily behind me.“ For real. Can't wait to see where this goes.”I roll my eyes. It's not the first time I'm in the midst of a crowd that can't wait to pull someone apart with wild sentiments and pick the pieces still.For several reasons, beads of sweat have begun to form at the back of my neck, yet, I stood right

My breath catches in my throat the same time I noticed a spike in my heartbeat. I felt every thing around me take a pause. My fingers are twitching. My muscles are contracting painfully, but I need to stay calm. Any image of me this way: broken, unsure, out of character; will go viral like a Guinness world record holder. Only that mine would be a mess to talk about.“ How did you find out?” I spoke flatly, keeping my stirring emotions under check, and my gaze even. “ Does it matter how I knew? The best thing you ever did or yourself was escaping from Declan Mount.”“ How did you know?” I repeated, this time, a little more colder than before, triggered by his avoidance of the question.He sniggered, looking around while randomly raising his glass in the direction of whomever raised theirs to him. “ You may not know, but I know a lot about you than you could possibly tell…” I gripped his tux before he could step away from me. My hand had moved reflexively before I had the chance to re

“ Stephanie Ross?!”The name reverberated in my ears. “ What is she doing here?” I spoke calmly, recognizing the glow of fear in her eyes. “ She wants to speak with you,” the maid replied, shakily. With the way her legs knocked around the knees, I suspected she wanted to bolt.“ Tell Miss Ross that I'll be with her in some minutes,” I replied after a brief pause, expecting her to zap the next second. She lingered. Unsure of what to say…or maybe, how to say it.“ It's alright. You can talk to me,” I spoke gently to her. Her eyes misted, turning into a gentle plea. “ If Mr. Lunar finds out she visited here again, I might end up in jail. Please…”“ I can't promise you that he won't find out, but when he does, I'll be ready to take responsibility,” I assured her.With that promise, I trudged downstairs moments later, weighing the possible reasons for her visit. Not too long after a brief exchange of casual pleasantries, she broke the ice.“ I'm begging you as a fellow lady. Please, h

(Hazel)I sat across the hospital bed, where Roman laid. The extra bed in the room feels out of place. It wasn't here the last time I came, and the same applies to Diana.She clicks her tongue, staring down at me. Her eyes are colored with disdain, but beneath it was something I hadn't noticed before.Uncertainty. Anxiety. It feels like she has changed overnight...or maybe, I was too occupied to notice her inner struggle.“ Even when your wedding is a few days away, you traipse back to your ex. Oh, poor Hazel!”I humphed, letting my mind soar across the torn we have had in our relationship since childhood. “ I'm not here for him,” I stated, matter-of-factly. I had come for her. Hearing about her release, I knew she would be here.“ You and I aren't so different. He locked you up for separating Christian from me, yet here you are…trying to mend a relationship that was never meant to exist in the first place.”She scoffs, running her fingers on his still hand. “ Unlike you, I still hav

(Dominic)My wedding is in a week. Hazel's pregnancy is formed into a bump, constantly reminding me that the baby inside her isn't mine. And now, I have to deal with insubordination.“ I want a name,” I commanded, maintaining a calm demeanor, moments after breaking the pool stick. “ It's either you give it to me now, or I'll beat it out of you.”It took a critical assessment of the footage to notice that something was amiss. The record of my grandma in the house had been deleted. Wiped off the records in a way that would indicate a fault in the system. It wasn't that alone.So much more has been going on under my nose, and I hadn't noticed.“ Shall we begin?” I queried, head tilted to the side. He appeared unfazed, just like I expected. That is loyalty…to whomever he had sworn it to, but I know just how to break it. Or shall I say, who?“ Barn, get me Piper!”His eyes shot up at me, twitching. Horror shrouded his face in a way that made me smirk. “ The Piper effect,” I gloated inwa

" I can't talk. Your phone is bugged."Echoes that refused to fade from my mind. Words that made my knees knock against each other. I didn't expect Dominic would stoop so low.My phone?Has he been monitoring my calls?Every call I have ever made since my arrival at his home replayed in my ears like a recorded call. I beat it off my mind and straightened up.At 5.30pm, he strode in, and met me waiting on the cushion before the door." Sit, Dom."His eyebrows arched, riddled with surprise. Aloof and indifferent to his dazed look, and the tilt of his head which inadvertently reminded me of whose house I am, I motioned to my side and got up to my feet." Did you bug my phone?"Flat out straight to the point, my hollowed-out heart felt emptier than it has ever been." Why would I do that?"he countered." Well, maybe because, for some reasons, you have had me under watch, including having Cody check the camera room downstairs for my interactions with your mother. Don't you dare lie to me!"

I carried his response like a stillborn in my bosom, mourning on my way home. Dominic is so sure that I'm not a Sullivan. How's he going to react when he learns that I'm the true born child of the man who killed his father and kidnapped his brother? I and my sister, Diana.The man whom he has loathed his entire life!How can fate be this cruel to me? What wrong did I ever do? What's my crime?Piper's words echoed again in my ears. “ He never wanted girls. He had bragged about how his first child would be a male. So, when you both came, he couldn't stand it. He gave you both away to his secretary at the time.”“He gave me away.”“He gave us away.”That was all I could think of. Even my birth father didn't want me. My birth mother couldn't stop him either. I chuckled, letting my tears run down in streams. “ It's unfair how everything turns out well for some, and is a labyrinth of disaster to others.”Thinking back to my childhood, my paternal ties stabbed my heart again. At least, Dia

Dusk has set, yet I haven't taken my heart off the incident. Wrapped in his arms in bed, I coughed to draw his attention.“ What would you do if I were a Sullivan?” I quizzed, listening to the beat of his heart.His breathing paused, and his heartbeat accelerated. My stomach twists. My heart lurches. Hot tears burn my iris. The silence widening like a gulf, determined to pull us apart from each other.I have my answer, but I can't seem to accept this reality.A second chance at love. I couldn't throw it all away over an assumption.“ You're not,” he deadpanned, his hands tightening around my stomach. It feels foreign, bereft of warmth and comfort.A sickly feeling permeates my membranes. Sitting in his arms, knowing that if the outcome was different, I wouldn't be here, changes it all.No more butterflies in the belly, or so much as a toe-curling romance. More or less, roommates.“ Take your mind off it. You can't possibly be. I have made inquiries…”It fell on my ears with a deafenin

From the moment he dropped the question, to the time my father had his men march me to the bride's room like a prisoner of war, bound in fetters, and shamed through the streets of men who couldn't wait for me to be pronounced guilty inorder to rip my clothes off me, my muscles contracted painfully, uncertainty dragging the reins of my helplessness. My heart lurched, a wave of shivers leaving me with a shuddering breath. Even my father didn't doubt my involvement. Almost like everyone wanted to get rid of me.It wasn't the death that scared me. It was the process which would be involved in proving my innocence that scared.I would have to drink her blood. The blood oath. The prove everyone is waiting for. “ Drink it all!” Damian scowled, eyes burning like molten lava. It hasn't changed since his arrival in the hall.I swallowed it all down to dregs, the metallic taste lingering on my tongue long after I had licked it off my lips. “ According to our traditions,” I said, with one hand

I felt a skip in my heartbeat. I glanced at my father wondering how he had agreed with something as ridiculous as this. I am to take the crown from his head and transfer it to Damian. What other way would they tell me to give him my crown myself. “ Let me get this straight. Something tells you all that I would go along with this preposterous plan? You wouldn't think that father. Certainly you must know I wouldn't bow to this nonsense.”“ Yes,” she replied. “ We knew. Which is why we made a second plan.”“ A second plan? Fine. Out with it! Tell me how you intend to cage me so that I can't raise my head or cough a word while carrying out your goal for global peace.”She chuckled softly. “ Why would you think that? Of course you know I wouldn't dare. Your mother's loyal men would sooner hang me in the cursed fields than have me hurt a hair of your head.”“ I'm glad you and I share that opinion. So, what do you have in store for me…stepmom?” I said, after fighting off the urge to call he

They could be getting wed and this is his own way of telling me ahead of time. I imagined her by his side and my chest tightened. I could not be with him openly, but she would. Even in private, he has grown distance…gone from my side to be with her. “ I knew you must have learnt about us. That alone would explain your attitude.”I waited for it to fall. For this weight on my chest to fall off with the confirmation of my suspicion. “ I never planned for it. The goddess had her own plans…”“ The goddess?” I shrieked in near horror. “ No…no…no. It can not be. Tell me this isn't true.” I cried.“ She's my fated mate.” He announced. My knees knocked and crumbled to the ground. “ It cannot be,” I mumbled, reality sinking into my muddled brain. Every pang I felt when I learnt about her, returned. Twice as worse. Hitting home like it could saw me in two. Getting the reins of my emotions, I got up from the grown, looking into space like whatever that had dared to offend me was across my pos

(Third person POV)On the wall, a tablet reads 30LC, with strokes marking and crossing months that had gone by in the Lycan Calender. Marked as 30LC. Daisies and roses adorn a flowery pot on each side of the room, its fresh scent perfuming the whole room. Seated on the dining, are the two royal bloodline since the first descent. And today, a marriage proposal has brought them to the same table. “ Damian,” the king called, and took the alpha prince aside. “ Your sister has been summoned but she will not appear. Our guests can not be kept waiting any longer, neither will I oblige her anymore. This would make the fifth marriage she is rejecting, and I will not have it.”“ I shall talk to her,” he replied coldly and exited into an adjoining corridor. Moments later, he arrived at her door. It's parted, just enough to let her pet through. He looked inside and met everywhere neatly set, but she's asleep.“ Lucy Delily. You can not sleep this long on a day like this,” he said, and tapped her

(Lucy)I don't know which one is more embarrassing. This young uncivil man, shredding the top of my dress in the midst of over fifty people scattered everywhere. Or the fact that guards are sweeping in like it's doomsday, inviting my eyes to feast on my half-naked cleavage.Good lord!Someone loped straight up to me, and threw a jacket over my shoulders, with the back of the jacket covering my chest. I mumble a thank you, sincerely grateful for the quick save.“ May I accompany you back to your quarters, ma'am?” He asked politely. The way he says it makes me question myself if I had run into him earlier. It comes back negative, and that is when my eyes roamed around until it settled some metres away, where a familiar figure radiates a hot rugged charm, with an aristocratic pose and demeanor that tugged at my heartstrings... momentarily...but that aura…it feels like I am looking straight at the angel of death.I glanced at his line of sight and met the young man who had torn my dress,

(Damian)I have been told about my five times of reincarnation, but the healers never identified the face of the woman. All they told me of was the tattoo. So when I found Lisa, I thought I had finally found her. The woman who has been destined to meet her end in my hands in every lifetime. A part of me wanted to correct the pattern, but something else works for it as well — having a pup. She's the only one that can carry my child. The five stars of reincarnation meant something to me. I couldn't fathom there could be another reason for her to have such a tattoo on, other than as a result of glimpsing into the past we both lived through together. But I was wrong. Maybe it wasn't a tattoo after all. Maybe Lisa had copied the real mark of the five stars from someone…it's true owner. I waited until she had finalized on the day of the time walk. The head healer excused herself and that's when I got up to meet her. “ By chance,” I droned, repeating the question in my head ever before th