Novels by Senshara

Elara’s POV, The poor kid was so traumatised. Once he screamed, Mireya covered his mouth and eyes and dragged him out while he thrashed against her hold. Lucien and I, well, I, scrambled to get myself fixed up, and Lucien calmly gave me his jacket while laughing.“What’s so funny?” I asked, very horrified. “Our five-year-old son just saw us about to have sex.”“Oh, baby,” he licked his lips, his eyes clouding with lust. “When we’re about to have sex, you’d be too high to realise."I flushed red, and he pecked my nose before skipping out of the room. Now, I’m sitting opposite Mireya and a dark-skinned girl around Asher’s age while Lucien tries to coax Asher from coming out of his hiding spot. Under Mireya’s desk. “I can’t believe he thought Lucien was a vampire.” Mireya chortles and I sigh, running a hand through my already scattered hair. Yeah, once we arrived in Mireya’s office, he had gone to hit Lucien, shouting, “Who are you and what have you done with my father, you vampire

Asher’s POV,I don’t like school today. I mean, I don’t usually like it because of the whole concept, but today is worse. They’re looking at me again.I’m sitting in my chair, drawing something that looks like a car but is not really because I messed up the wheel when I hear them whispering. Arseholes. I know my mother has warned me not to say that word, which is so ironic given that she and Father say worse all the time, but that’s what they are. “That’s him.”“The one without a dad.”“My mother says he’s a bastard.”I drop my pencil with pursed lips. I don’t look at them yet. Mother says I should always be patient with human beings and not be quick to react. Anytime someone offends her and they leave, she looks at me, ruffles my hair and says violence is not always the answer. She says I can put them in their place with other things than a quick reaction. But my chest is already feeling tight. One of them comes closer. The boy with the loud laugh, orange hair and big teeth.

Elara’s POV, Before I can overthink it, I lean in and press my lips to his. I bite down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw a sharp sting and a trickle of blood. I pull back, eyes wide with surprise, and my cheeks flushing hot. Of course, I wasn’t going to kiss him. The motherfucker just told me he killed his father, and he was still planning to kill me. Before I can mutter a fake-ass apology, his hand clamps onto the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, and he yanks me forward. I yelp as his mouth crashes into mine, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the heat of his tongue as he kisses me violently, demanding, like he's claiming every breath I have.To my utter shock, my body has a mind of its own. I want to pull away, but I find my fingers digging into his scalp, dragging through his thick hair as I kiss him back with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed. His hands roam everywhere, squeezing my ass and sliding up my sides to cup my breasts through my blouse, thumb

Elara’s POV, Two weeks laterI hate my boss. Yes, my boss being Lucien Kórvac. Ever since we resumed after the engagement, everyone has been so soulful. “Congratulations!”“How did you manage to bag such a hottie when you're such a grump, Elarra?”“You guys are so good at hiding your relationship.”“Amazing party!”“The perfect office romance!”Perfect office romance, my ass. When we resumed, Celene had managed to convince Lucien that Sales Manager was not a befitting job for the future Matriarch of the Kórvac family, so they “promoted” me to personal assistant and secretary of the boss. That way, we’d always be together and we’d never have any reason to leave each other. Except he indeed always left me at work to find my way back home and never spoke to me unless to give me tasks. Tasks such as "Get me coffee", “Finish this", “Yes, do it again", and “No, do it again".I swear I should slip poison into his coffee. Coffee that he was never satisfied with. Like yesterday, I had to r

Elara’s POV,Today is shopping day! After such an emotional wildstorm yesterday, I slept with Asher in his bedroom, and when we woke up, I had this brilliant plan. To go shopping with my son. For two reasons only: replacing the items that got burnt down in my room and avoiding Lucien. After shopping, I need to think of more activities to accomplish the others.“...Mama, may I have that robot?”Asher tugs my arm, pointing to a giant carton of Transformers robots sitting at the top of the shelf. Normally I would refuse, because he already has so many toys from his father, but Asher deserved a treat for following me out here. “Sure, baby.” I ruffle his hair. “Let me get help. Just stay here for a second.”I leave them with the cart and my bag and walk over to look for someone to help bring down the robot when someone bumps their cart into me from behind. I think it’s Asher trying to drive the cart again and sigh, “Asher, honey, I told you to wait and stop driving the…” My words trail

Lucien’s POV,I didn’t move when she walked out.That was the first truth I had to swallow.Because every instinct in me screamed to stop her. To grab her wrist, to say her name the way it actually meant something, and to pull her back into the room where the air was still intact and she wasn’t breaking apart in real time.But I moved for her to leave and stayed where I was.And I hated how still I looked.She had looked at me like I was supposed to be something solid or perhaps I was supposed to know what to do with all that fear spilling out of her in pieces. But I didn’t. Not this time.I’ve handled her anger before. I’ve handled her silence, distance and even violence.But not this.Not her like that; burnt edges, shaking hands, eyes full of fear and fierce love. Of course, I couldn’t move. I didn’t understand all those emotions. When she said, “Move… or stop me properly,” I knew I was fucked because there was no clean response for something like that. No version of me could fix