Novels by Eimy R.

MATHIASLa reina del caos... ha vuelto al juego.One month was enough to see how a monster torn to pieces rebuilds itself. Nefertary was back, in her world, in her home. Maybe what I'm about to say sounds crazy, but this place has done her good. Somehow, she's more centered now; she's not the same because she no longer hides her emotions, she doesn't hold them back. Still, that doesn't make her weak. I think she's becoming her best version, even though she still has to learn to cope with Demir's death. I still remember how she was those first days; I could expect impulsive behavior, anger, hatred from her side, but I never thought I'd see such a vulnerable version clinging to life. Thanks to Ragnar and Nyra, she had managed to get out of that deep depressive state she was sinking into. That waning duo of hair, capable of stealing anyone's heart. I remember asking her about the meaning of the nickname."—'Waning'!? Like the waning moon? —I asked confused when I heard her talk about the

UNKNOWN Todo es impredecible "One month before, Day of the massacre ~Put me on speaker. I waited for these idiots to be ready, everything went perfectly, even with a double reward—undoubtedly the best move so far, I'm just one step ahead of that insignificant bitch. ~It's on speaker, sir. ~Vladi Hildebrandt, you would've been better off anywhere else but "Switzerland." —I pause— How do you like the welcome my country has given you? ~I swear you're going to pay for this. —This one says my name at the end— I laugh out loud at his threat. ~Too bad, I don't think that will be possible. —I can almost picture his disgusting face full of hatred— I need you to leave a message for Ibagon, though she definitely won't find you alive when she arrives. ~You're sick, asshole. —he yells, and I have to pull the phone a little away from my ear so I don't go deaf. ~I'd say I'm doing you a favor, my friend, giving you a less painful death than the one she undoubtedly planned. —He keeps shouti

NEFERTARY ¿Esto es lo que llaman sentir? I had arrived at the mansion. I hadn't said a word... not a single one had left my mouth. My tears just wouldn't stop—they had a will of their own. No matter how much I didn't want them to fall, it was... it was completely inevitable. —You need to take a shower. Mathias's voice pulled me back to reality. He'd been by my side the whole way. I avoided looking him in the face because... he was looking at me like I was breakable... and that made me feel useless. I knew he was worried, but I just couldn't. When my father died... it hurt—God, it hurt. But now, it doesn't. This... this feels like being burned alive, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Since I didn't say anything, Ludwig led me to the bathroom. Once inside, he began undressing me before guiding me into the shower. The water didn't take long to fall and soak me through. My body shivered, though it didn't fight back. I fixed my eyes on the floor, watching the mixture of mud and

MICHAEL ¿Quién tiene el control del juego? A single damn "Take cover!" was all it took for hell to break loose. The sound of those guns firing felt endless. Until it wasn't. An infernal silence followed, and no one dared to break it. It's one thing to be the butcher—and a whole other to be the poor damn deer in a massacre. That's exactly what this was. —Are they gone? —someone nearby asked. I lifted my gaze to look. They had vanished like fucking rats. The murmurs and groans of pain didn't take long to rise. Obviously, the ones near the windows, pressed against the edges, were hit the worst. —Are you okay, Mich? —my mother asked, scanning me with her eyes. Her worried face said it all. —Yeah, Mom —I replied casually. She hugged me tightly, while my eyes searched for Ibagon and Ludwig. Chaos. Pure, complete madness. The screams didn't stop—if anything, they were getting louder. Some people were already on their phones, calling for help. Probably the police, or ambulances. I spot

MATHIAS ¿Por qué no cazar monstruo peores que tú? It had been a month. Less than four hours remained to execute the plan. The chances of something going wrong were minimal. Every detail, every step, was already set; even the smallest setbacks had been studied. —Do you guys realize how suspicious it is to go to an event this boring with a bunch of kids? —Mich comments. I had never seen him so rattled. It's kind of funny because I'm the one who should be this way, not him—. Aren't you going to say anything, Ludwig? —No, it's not suspicious at all, since I'm my father's firstborn. Meaning, I'm obligated to follow in his footsteps if I want to "keep" my lifestyle. Am I making any sense now? —he rolls his eyes. —I'll see you at the event. —He gets out of the car. Minutes before, we had been gathered with Brambilla, Kellyn, and Jason when Lorenz approached us. At first, the atmosphere was a bit tense, but nothing like Joshua's nonsense to break the tension with his antics. It's like

NEFERTARY Entre la obsesión y el odio. How could he make me angry and then want me to show him my vulnerability? N7ot even Osoclu did that; he just waited until I felt ready and that was it. With him, things were simply different. Just like now, when we're in the school's recreation area, which we mostly use to socialize. Mathias had become friends with a guy named Jason, who was always accompanied by his redheaded girlfriend. Apparently, he was his roommate, and that's how they met. —Have you heard the latest news? —the girl said. —What news? —I spoke for the first time. —Kellyn's uncle is involved in the case of the students' deaths at the institute —she moved closer so only we could hear—. The twins' friend is the main suspect in all the disappearances at the institute —she whispered—. Don't tell anyone, it's just to warn you. —Exactly, you guys were friends with him and well... —We weren't and never were his friends —Ludwig interrupted—. We were just with that guy and his f