Novels by Yukiwrites

Kylie's POVThe end of first term party was in a venue off campus, a rented space with low lights and loud music and too many people from the forensics and law faculties packed into one room. I came with Rosa and my other friends and I told myself I was not looking for him. I told myself I was here to celebrate the end of exams and to drink cheap wine and to dance with my friends and to not think about Luca for one night.I spent the first twenty minutes looking for him.I scanned the room while I talked to Priya. I looked over Rosa's shoulder while she told me about her criminal procedure paper. I glanced at the door every time someone new walked in. I was not looking for him. I was just aware of the room. I was just paying attention to who was here. I was just—There he was.He was across the room talking to someone I did not recognize, a man from the law faculty, someone tall with dark hair who was gesturing while he talked. Luca was listening. His back was partially to me and he w

Kylie's POVWe were studying in the library on a Thursday night. The same corner table. The same lamp. The same two coffees, because he always brought me one now and I had stopped pretending I did not expect it. The project was almost finished and exams were approaching and we had fallen into a rhythm that felt less like working together and more like something I did not have a name for.He was reading from his textbook. I was reviewing my toxicology notes. The library was quiet and the city was dark outside the windows and everything was normal.Then he spoke without looking up from his book."How's your mother?"I looked up. My pen stopped moving. I stared at him across the table."What?" I said.He turned a page. Still did not look up."Your mother. You mentioned she had a hospital appointment this week. I was wondering how it went."I stared at him. My heart was doing something I did not invite it to do."I didn't mention that to you," I said.He looked up then. He held my gaze ac

Luca's POVI started meeting her outside her forensics lectures.Not every time. That would have been too much. Too obvious. Too easy for her to dismiss as routine. Every third time, approximately. Irregular enough that she could not predict it. Irregular enough that she would think about it before every lecture, wondering if I would be there, wondering what it meant when I was and what it meant when I was not.When I was there, I fell into step beside her and we walked and talked. When I was not there, she noticed the absence.That was the point.Today I was there. I stood against the wall outside the lecture hall with my hands in my pockets and my eyes on the door. Students filed out in groups, talking and laughing and checking their phones. I waited. I was good at waiting.She came out. She was looking down at her phone, scrolling through something, not paying attention to where she was going. Then she looked up and saw me against the wall.Her face did something.It was small. Hal

Kylie's POVI met Rosa at the coffee cart the next morning. The sky was gray and the air was cold and I had not slept well because I had been thinking about Luca's face when he said I'm not trying to be subtle anymore. I needed to talk to someone who would not tell me I was overthinking. I needed to talk to Rosa.She was already there when I arrived. She had her coffee and her arms were crossed and she was looking at me with that expression she wore when she knew something had happened and she was waiting for me to tell her."He booked a study room for me," I said.Rosa did not react. She just stood there with her coffee and her crossed arms and her patient face."Yesterday. I was looking for a place to study and the library was full and the front desk said there was one room available under a Navarro booking. I went up and he was there. He had coffee waiting for me. My order. One sugar, oat milk."Rosa took a sip of her coffee. "He booked it in advance.""Yes.""Knowing you'd need it

Kylie's POVEnd of term exams were approaching and the library was full.Every table was taken and every corner had someone hunched over notes and every quiet space was filled with the sound of typing and highlighting and stressed breathing. I had been walking through the building for twenty minutes, checking every floor, every hallway, every hidden nook I had discovered in my first year. Nothing. No space. No room. No corner quiet enough to think.I went to the front desk.The woman behind the counter looked up at me with the tired expression of someone who had been asked the same question a hundred times that day."Any study rooms available?" I asked.She clicked something on her computer. She scrolled. She frowned."There's one," she said. "But it's booked under a Navarro booking.""What does that mean?""It means a student with that surname has a standing reservation for the same room every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. They get priority. You can go up and knock, but if they're

Luca's POVAfter dinner the group moved outside.The restaurant was warm and crowded and the night air was cold and sharp and everyone spread out on the sidewalk, pairing off into smaller conversations, the group redistributing naturally around the steps and the streetlights. I stood near the edge of the group, watching, not participating, the way I always did.Kylie ended up beside me.It was not an accident. I had positioned myself where I knew she would exit, where the flow of people would push her toward me. But she did not know that. To her, it was natural. The group shifted and suddenly she was next to me, close enough that I could smell her shampoo, something soft and clean and faintly sweet."Luca," she said.She said my name. Just my name. Just Luca. But something about the way she said it had shifted. It was not the careful politeness of the first few weeks, when she was still trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted. It was easy. Comfortable. Like she was used to sa

Liora's POVA year had passed in a blur of waiting tables, scrubbing floors at the local diner, and stacking shelves at the corner store until my hands cracked and my back screamed. Anything to scrape together enough for tuition.Mom had tried…God, she’d tried, picking up extra shifts at the nursing home, but it wasn’t enough. So I hustled. Applied for every scholarship under the sun, begged for extensions on bills, and finally, finally pieced together a fragile path to Blackthorn College. Environmental Science major. It fit…studying ecosystems, conservation, the wild things that lurked just beyond the civilized world. Felt poetic somehow, like I was chasing shadows in the forest.And Blackthorn? Prestigious enough to change my life, remote enough to feel like an escape.I zipped my duffel bag shut, the zipper catching on a frayed edge like it didn’t want me to go. Mom stood in the doorway of our tiny apartment, arms crossed over her faded floral dress, eyes misty but proud.“You sure

Liora's POV He took me again and again, through the long, hazy stretch of the night, until the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something I couldn’t name. Every time I thought I’d reached my limit, muscles trembling, breath ragged, body slick with sweat, he slowed down just enough to pull me back from the edge, only to push me over it again. His hands were everywhere, bruising my hips, tangling in my hair, pinning my wrists above my head while he drove into me with a rhythm that felt both punishing and reverent. I lost count of how many times I came undone beneath him, how many times his name tore from my throat like a prayer.By the last round, I was shaking, oversensitive, every thrust sending sharp sparks of too-much through me. My thighs burned, my core ached, but I still arched into him, greedy for the way he filled me, claimed me. When he finally spilled inside me one final time, a low, broken groan rumbling from his chest, I collapsed against the sheets, boneless a

Liora's POVMy body was a live wire, humming with need as Ronan hovered over me, his eyes burning into mine like he could see every secret I’d ever hidden. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the scent of chlorine from outside and something muskier—us, tangled in this reckless moment. His belt was undone, jeans pushed low on his hips, and I could feel the heat of him pressing close, the tension between us like a storm about to break. My heart hammered so loud I swore he could hear it, feel it against his chest where my hands still clutched at himHe didn’t rush with me. Instead, he dipped his head, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was slower this time, deeper, his tongue sliding against mine in lazy strokes that made my toes curl. I sighed into him, my fingers tracing down his back, feeling the ridges of muscle shift under my touch. He tasted like forbidden things—smoke and sin and the kind of danger that made my pulse raceHis hand trailed down my side, fingers brushing the

Liora's POVMy breath hitchedHe was so close, closer than anyone had ever been.The air between us felt charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto mine, and I couldn’t look away. My skin prickled under his gaze, the alcohol buzzing in my veins making everything sharper, hotter. I should’ve bolted, pushed past him and run back to the chaos downstairs, but my feet stayed rooted, my body betraying me with a heat I didn’t recognize“What are the odds,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room, “of her walking into this room right now”I blinked. “Her?”“You.” He stepped closer again, closing the gap until I could feel the warmth radiating off his chest. “You seem frightened.” His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, more like a predator spotting easy prey. “I’m obsessed with frightened”The words sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t fear, not entirely. My hands were shaking now, visibly, and

Liora's POV It was a bad idea to be at a pool party. I mean, I wasn’t built for this. The music thumped so hard the glass doors rattled, bass crawling under my skin like it wanted to live there. End-of-year graduation. Everyone was screaming about college next fall like the world was handing out golden tickets. Normally I’d be home with my nose in a textbook or pretending my phone was more interesting than people. But Lisa, my best friend, the queen bee who could make a room full of strangers feel like they’d known her forever—had decided the entire senior class deserved to drown in her parents’ infinity pool.So here I was. Liora Vance. The charity-case shadow. The girl who got invited because Lisa refused to leave me behind.All around me, bodies glistened under string lights. Girls in barely-there bikinis laughing too loud, boys in board shorts flexing like they were auditioning for a thirst trap. Boobs bounced everywhere. Dicks got talked about like they were the main event. “G