Nobela ni Writer

The cabin smelled like pine and old wood the second we walked in, well exactly as every winter break since Mom married Liam’s dad. I used to love coming here when I was younger; the creaky floors, the huge stone fireplace, the way the lake looked like glass when it froze over, but now it just felt like a prison sentence. Liam dropped his bag by the door and immediately started complaining. “Great. No signal no Wi-Fi and it’s already snowing like hell outside, yeah this is gonna be fun” I rolled my eyes and pushed past him with my own bag. “ You could’ve stayed home if you didn’t want to come ” “Trust me, I tried,” he muttered, kicking his boots off. “Dad said family trip or nothing. Like I have nothing better to do than babysit you for a week.” He said rolling his eyes We’d been step-siblings for six years now and still couldn’t stand each other. He was 24 now, cocky, always acting like he was better than everyone because he had a “real job” in the city doing something with

His breath hitched hard when my fingers closed around him. He inhaled heavily “Emma…” he whispered I didn’t let go, I just held him there for a second, feeling how hot and heavy he was in my palm. He was thicker than I expected, the skin soft but the shaft underneath rock-hard and already leaking at the tip. “Emma, please… this is wrong,” he begged again, eyes wide and panicked. “Dad just adopted me. You’re my sister now. If he finds out… if Brooke finds out…” “I know,” I said softly, my voice was shaking too. “I know it’s fucked up.” But I couldn't control myself not to, not after his turned me on So I started stroking him anyway, slow and gentle firstly. Up and down the full length of him, Savoring the touch. My thumb brushed over the head every time I reached the top, spreading the precum that kept coming out. He groaned loud anytime my thumb spread around his tip like it electricuted him His head fell back against the headboard. His hips twitched, then again, l

Two weeks had passed since that night on the couch with Nathan. I still felt it sometimes — a phantom ache between my legs sometimes, or the way my stomach would flip when I heard his voice even from the other room. We hadn’t touched again. Not once. We barely even looked at each other when Brooke was around. But every time we passed in the hallway or sat at the dinner table, the air felt different. Like we were both waiting for something. Then Nathan dropped the news one morning over breakfast. He’d decided to adopt a boy. His name was Ethan. Just turned eighteen. Quiet kid from the foster system who’d been bounced around too much. Nathan said he’d been thinking about it for a while — he didn’t want to remarry, didn’t want another wife, but he’d always wanted Brooke to have a sibling. So he made it happen. Brooke was over the moon, she’d been begging for a brother since she was little, asking for it like it was a new toy. She hugged Nathan so tight I thought she’d b

His thumb stayed right there on the inside of my thigh. Neither of us moved. The fire was the only light left in the room, then the rain went heavier My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could feel it through my leg. This is Nathan, I kept thinking. Brooke’s dad. The man who used to make us pancakes and fix my bike when the chain came off. The same man who called me “kid” even when I turned eighteen. And now his hand was on my bare thigh like it belonged there. I should have pushed it away or stood up and gone to bed, but instead I stayed perfectly still, breathing shallow, waiting to see what he would do next. “Emma…” His voice was low against my ear, the heat streaming off it. “We can’t do this.” “I know,” I whispered back But still, I didn’t move. And he didn’t take his hand away neither His thumb brushed higher like it had a mind of it's hold, but just an inch, then it stopped again. Almost like he was fighting it. I could feel how tense his arm was, h

I stood on the path for a long time after Nathan went inside. The water from the lake was still dripping down my legs, cold against my skin, but I barely felt it. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. His words kept looping in my head: “Good. Very good.” and the way his eyes had dropped to my body for that half-second before he looked away. I know, I should feel ashamed, that was Nathan. Brooke’s dad. The man who used to let me sleep on his couch when my parents fought. The one who drove us to school when it rained. He’d known me since I was nine. And here I was, nineteen, standing in a bikini, getting wet just from the way he looked at me. Disgusted. I judge myself. Shook my head and went inside, and changed into dry shorts and a tank top. I told myself it was nothing, just my imagination. Just loneliness after the breakup, just the cabin making everything feel too close. Brooke left around eleven, yelling that she was meeting friends from town for

Intro:..... . . The drive up the mountain was quiet. Brooke was in the passenger seat with her earbuds in, head against the window, asleep before we even hit the highway. Nathan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. I sat in the back with my legs stretched out, pretending to scroll my phone, but really I was watching him in the rearview mirror. He hadn’t said much since we left the city. Just asked if I was comfortable, turned the AC down when I shivered. Same Nathan who used to pick us up from middle school dances, who made us pancakes on Sunday mornings when Brooke’s mom was working night shifts. The man who taught me how to change a tire when I was sixteen because my own dad was already long gone by then. Now I’m nineteen. And every time he glances in the mirror, I feel it low in my stomach. We pulled up to the cabin just as the sun dipped behind the pines. Same place we’ve come every summer since Brooke and I were kids -- Wood siding, bi

IVY POVThe room felt different after Lucian walked back in.I didn’t ask what happened outside.I didn’t need to.I could see it in his face.Calm… but not relaxed. Like he was holding something down beneath the surface. Something he didn’t want spilling into the room with the kids.That alone told me everything.Time was up.“We’re leaving,” he said quietly.No hesitation.No looking at me for approval.Just a decision.And for once… I didn’t argue.Mira shifted slightly on the bed, wincing as she tried to sit up straighter.“Now?” she asked.“Yes,” I answered before Lucian could. “As soon as the healers clear you.”Arin frowned.“Are we in trouble or something?”I forced a small smile.“No.”He didn’t believe that.Neither did Mira.But neither of them pushed it.Lucian moved closer to the bed, his voice softer now.“You’re strong, Mira. But we don’t take chances.”“I wasn’t taking chances,” she muttered. “They came to me.”My chest tightened again.I sat on the edge of the bed ca

DARIUS POVThe door closed.Not slammed.Not dramatic.Just… closed.And somehow, that was worse.I stood there for a while, staring at the spot where she had been like something might change if I didn’t move. Like she’d open the door again and take it back.She didn’t.Of course she didn’t.My jaw tightened, and I let out a slow breath through my nose. My hands curled slightly at my sides before I forced them to relax.Control.That’s all this was now.Control.Because if I let even a fraction of what was actually going on inside me show, everything would fall apart.And I couldn’t afford that.Not now.Not when I was this close.A door opened behind me.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.Lucian.“I was wondering how that went.”His voice was calm.Too calm.I turned slowly.He stood a few steps away, arms loose at his sides, but his posture was anything but relaxed. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and watchful.“She made her decision,” I said.“I know.”That irritated me m

IVY POVThe knock came just as I finished tying the last strap on my bag.Firm.Controlled.I didn’t need to ask who it was.My chest tightened anyway.Lucian looked at me from across the room. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched my face like he was reading everything I wasn’t saying.“He won’t stop,” I said quietly.“I know.”Another knock.Same rhythm.Same patience.Lucian’s jaw ticked slightly.“You don’t have to open that door.”I exhaled slowly.“Yes, I do.”Because if I didn’t, this wouldn’t end.And I needed it to end.I walked toward the door, my steps steady even though my chest felt anything but. My hand paused on the handle for half a second, then I pulled it open.Darius stood there.Calm.Too calm.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then his eyes moved past me, landing briefly on Lucian behind me before coming back to me.“We need to talk.”Lucian stepped forward immediately.“She doesn’t—”“I wasn’t talking to you.”His voice wasn’t loud.But it was sharp.Luc

DARIUS POV I let them walk out of that room. Not because I wanted to. Because I had to. There’s a difference. The moment the door closed behind me, I stood there for a second, just staring at nothing. My jaw was tight, my hands clenched, and my wolf wouldn’t shut up. They’re leaving. “I know,” I muttered under my breath. And I wasn’t letting that happen. I started walking. Fast. By the time I got outside, Kellan was already there like he’d been waiting. “What happened?” he asked. “They’re still planning to leave.” He let out a breath through his nose, nodding like he expected that. “Of course they are.” I looked at him. “Status.” “Border’s locked down,” he said immediately. “Men in position. No one gets in or out without your say.” “Good.” “But—” he added, watching me carefully, “—if this turns into what I think it might…” “A war?” I finished. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. I dragged a hand down my face. “I told you already,” I said. “I’m not rushing int

IVY POVI didn’t like how fast everything was moving.It felt rushed.Wrong.Like we were trying to leave before something caught up to us.“Arin, fold it properly,” I said, watching him struggle with his clothes.“I am folding it,” he muttered.“That’s not folding, that’s crumpling.”Mira, still sitting on the bed with pillows supporting her side, let out a small laugh.“He’s trying,” she said.“I can see that,” I replied, softer this time.Lucian stood near the door, arms crossed, watching everything. He hadn’t said much in the last few minutes, but I could feel it—his focus, his awareness.He wasn’t relaxed.Not even close.“You don’t have to rush,” Mira said quietly.I looked at her.“Yes, we do.”Her brows pulled together slightly.“Why?”I hesitated.Because I didn’t want to say it.Because saying it would make it real.“Because this place isn’t safe anymore,” I said finally.Arin paused what he was doing.“That Alpha guy again?”I didn’t answer directly.But I didn’t need to.

DARIUS POVI didn’t move after they said it.We’re leaving.Lucian’s voice still sat in my head, calm like he already believed it was done.Like I didn’t exist.Like I didn’t matter.The door closed behind them, and the room went quiet again, but the silence didn’t help. It made it worse.Because now I could think.And right now, thinking wasn’t helping me.I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled slowly.They were really going to try it.Walk out of my territory like nothing had changed.Like I hadn’t just found out the truth.Like those kids weren’t mine.My jaw tightened.No.That wasn’t happening.Not like this.Not without a fight.A knock came at the door, quick and controlled.“Enter,” I said.Kellan stepped in, shutting the door behind him. His eyes moved around the room once before settling on me.“They’re preparing to leave,” he said.Of course they were.I let out a short breath, almost a laugh.“They move fast.”Kellan didn’t react to that.“What are your orders?”Straigh