Novels by Mikbelly

They turned toward the staircase. Venus hesitated, her foot hovering just above the first step, a single thought raced through her mind, sharp and undeniable:Nothing here is what it seems… and I’m already too deep to turn back.Her fingers gripped the polished railing, tremors running up her arms. Each step down felt heavier than the last, as though gravity itself wanted her to stop. The walls were lined with generations of Wolfe portraits. Gold frames glint in the dim light. Cold eyes stare down from every painting. Her fingers brush the railing, but it does nothing to steady the flutter in her chest.Then she stops.One portrait near the center draws her in, as though it has a magnet on her soul.A man and woman stand proudly with their faces perfect, painted with pride and authority between them a young girl.Her heartbeat jumped.The child’s features… they were hers. Wide, questioning eyes, the same delicate arch of the brows, the crescent-shaped birthmark near the collarbone. C

Venus hesitated at the threshold, her shoes silent against the polished marble floor. Her chest thumped with a strange mix of fear and curiosity.Ryan walked ahead, steady and calm. “Follow me,” he said softly. His voice carried a quiet authority she couldn’t ignore. Venus obeyed, her steps echoing faintly in the long hall.The corridor stretched ahead, lined with framed paintings and intricate rugs. Soft lights glowed along the walls, casting warm shadows that made the space feel alive. With every step, her stomach tightened with a feeling she couldn’t name, Ryan stopped in front of a large door. He pushed it open and gestured for her to enter. “Here we are.”Venus stepped inside.The room was warm, bathed in sunlight that slipped through sheer curtains. Everything was neat. A made bed. A small table with a glass of water. A plush chair by the window. A stack of books that somehow looked familiar, though she couldn’t explain why.Her fingers lingered on the smooth bedside table. The

Ryan had stayed for hours. Yet sometimes his eyes flickered, hesitant, unreadable, like he was holding back a secret.Every time he looked at her, she felt it. Why is he acting strange? What does he know? Why wasn’t he telling me? And why did I feel, against all reason, like I needed him here? She thought.Her hands clenched in her lap. A cold knot of fear pressed in her chest, twisting tighter with each beat. Why did her heart feel like it was betraying her?The door opened quietly. A nurse peeked in. “You’re ready to be discharged Ma’am,” she said softly. Mr. Ryan will be here shortly, let’s get your things ready.”Venus gave her a faint smile. Her legs felt weak as she swung them over the bed. The thought of stepping outside made her chest tighten. The world beyond these walls felt fragile, like it might shatter her.Ryan appeared at the door. His expression was calm, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. “Are you ready?” he asked calmly.Venus nodded, though her stomach

Venus lay awake in the dark. Sleep refused to come. The room was too quiet, and the silence pressed down in on her, making it hard for her to breathe. Her eyes stayed open, fixed on the ceiling above her.Her mind wouldn’t stop. Who am I? What happened to me? Why can’t I remember anything? Why is no one coming for me? Do they think I’m dead?She closed her eyes, hoping it would help, but it didn’t. The questions just kept spinning.She shifted slightly on the bed. Her ribs and shoulder still hurt, but it barely mattered. Nothing hurt more than not knowing who she is. Her thoughts were louder than her pain.The first light of morning crept through the curtains. She sat up slowly. Her body felt heavy and weak, but her mind was wide awake and afraid.A knock at the door made her look up.The nurse came in. “Good morning. “You’re awake early.” She smiled gently. How are you feeling this morning? “Tired,” Venus admitted. “And… lost.”“That’s normal,” the nurse said softly. “Your bra

Days later, Venus opened her eyes to a loud beeping machine.The sound was intense, drilling into her head. The light was too bright, stabbing into her eyes even before she opened them. She blinked slowly, her eyelids heavy. Her head felt thick, like it was stuffed with cotton. Every thought she tried to hold onto slipped away.Pain spread through her ribs, her shoulder, her back. Her fingers hurt when she tried to move them. Even her legs ached. She stopped moving altogether, breathing shallowly, afraid of making it worse.She opened her eyes fully now.The walls were pale and smooth. The ceiling above her was white and shining. Machines beeped beside the bed, their screens glowing softly. The room smelled clean and unfamiliar.A tube ran into her arm. Cold liquid dripped through it, sending a chill through her veins. She shivered slightly.She tried to remembered.A road. Screeching tires. Metal twisting. Glass everywhere. A face, someone screaming but it slipped away before she co

Venus woke up with pain gnawing through every muscle, cold seeping into her bones. The hard driveway pressed against her back, rough and unyielding.She tried to move. Her limbs rebelled, every joint is in pain. Her head throbbed, her shoulder burned, and her ribs ached as if they had been shattered. She blinked, the pale morning light harsh against her swollen eyes.Pain shot through her as she tried to sit up. Her fingers dug into the rough concrete, nails scraping. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. Her body felt like it belonged to someone else, stiff and broken.A wave of memory crashed over her. Annalise’s scream. Leo’s disbelief. Alexander’s small, trembling voice.Tears pricked and spilled. Her body shivered violently, she hugged her hands around herself, every nerve raw, every heartbeat hammering in her ears.A soft creak from the door made her freeze. Her head turned slowly toward the house. The front door opened. Leo and Annalise were in the doorway. Annalise’s sharp