Novels by Elite

The phone rang, and Mia quickly answered it. "Mia Sauner speaking." "Miss Sauner, please come over to the police station," the voice said from the line."Is there a problem? Have you found my sister?" Mia asked anxiously."We found a lead," the voice answered. Mia's hand tightened around the phone. "I'll be there soon." With that, the call ended. "Who was that?" Her father asked. "Police station," she responded, still glued at the spot she was. "What did they say?" He asked, his voice frail. "They found a lead," she answered without soul."That's good," her father said in relief. "But why are you like that... like you've just seen a ghost?" He asked.She finally turned to face him, her eyes blank. "I don't know," her voice was barely above a whisper.Her father looked at her for a while then sighed. "Go and hear what they have to say," he instructed, and she nodded slowly, leaving the room.Mia didn’t remember picking up her bag, or locking the door, or how her feet carried her

Dua hummed a song as Belle helped with dressing her hair.Belle smiled, "you seem to be in a really good mood, my lady.""Of course, victory would be mine tonight." Dua replied, and resumed her humming again. She had spent the last two days touring the whole castle, and mastering the whole place.Belle stiffened at Dua's reply, a shiver running down her spine. "Don't do anything you'll end up regretting, my lady." "Okay," Dua replied.With Dua fully dressed, they made their way to the dinning room for breakfast with Dua skipping, and humming, her steps filled with dance that it got the servants and guards whispering.As the guards opened the doors to the dinning room, they heard a voice from behind. "You look too happy for someone who'll die soon."Dua turned to find Reya some feet away from her, accompanied by some maids. Dua sighed tiredly, her body coming to a still. "Hey, Reya," she began. "If you're mad at me because you think I took donkey brain from you the other night then

Dua opened her eyes. Steadying her sight within seconds, she went out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom.Coming back out in minutes after relieving herself, her eyes caught sight of a figure in the dark extreme of the room. Jolting in fear, Dua quickly grabbed a candle, and pointed it in the direction to find Alexander there, sitting in the dark, looking so intense.Dua sighed in relief, yelling at him right after. "Hey!" He simply raised his eyes to look at her."And why do you look like you're about to fight a war?" She hissed. "If you cannot fall asleep then why did you come here? You should have stayed with your lady Reya as planned." "This is my chamber, and this is my kingdom, I can do whatever I want," Alexander replied."This is my chamber, and this is my kingdom, I can do whatever I want," Dua mimicked him while making faces at him. "Royalties and the way they always feel like God," she hissed, rolling her eyes.Turning away from him, she set the candle back down i

The police station building loomed heavily over Mia. With slow heavy steps, she walked in. "I... I'm here to file a report of a missing person," she said to an officer at the counter. "Is it an adult or a child?" The officer asked. "My kid sister," Mia answered, her voice shaky, her eyes turning wet with tears. "Oh, a child," the officer said, writing something down."25 years," Mia corrected, and the officer raised his head to look at her. "She's 25 years old." "Oh," the police officer nodded. "I see.""How long has she been missing?" He asked."Since last night," Mia answered, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what happened before she went missing? Any strange attitude from her? Was there a fight? Did something happen? Where did she say she was going?" The police officer asked. Mia heaved a long sigh. "We... I asked her to go get our father's meds. She needed to buy fresh ones... and we had a little argument before she left.""I see," the officer nodded again. "Given th

Dua sank into the bath tub filled with warm, soapy water with scented oils. "Ah!" She moaned, sinking deeper into the tub. "That hit the spot." She sat up again as the memory of the whole day flashed before her— routes, paths, places in the castle. "Just one more tour tomorrow, and my escape plan is set," she smiled. "I'll finally get to leave this place forever." She stood up, and climbed out the bath tub, entering the main shower area to rinse off. She turned on the shower, letting the cool water pour on her, soothing her pent up muscles. "They'll be looking for me by now," she heaved a sigh, suddenly remembering her family. The water streamed down her skin in steady rivulets, washing away the lingering tension of the day, but not the thoughts crowding her mind."Dad…" her voice softened, almost lost beneath the sound of the shower. "I'm sorry…"Her eyes closed briefly, her shoulders dropping as the weight of everything pressed down on her chest.Then the door opened. Dua didn

"Dad! I'm home!" Mia announced as she stepped into the house. "Dua!" Her father's frail voice rang out from the other room.Mia rolled her eyes as she made her way into her father's bedroom. "Dad, it's me. Do you not know the difference between Dua's voice and mine? I'm so disappointed," she sulked."I'm sorry, dear, I thought you were Dua," her father apologized. "It's fine," Mia waved it off, as she walked closer to him."Where is Dua?" He asked."Isn't Dua home?" Mia asked in return. Silence reigned between the two, both of them staring at each other. "Did you fight with her again this morning before she left work?" Her father asked. "Dad!!" Mia exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration. "Why does everything always circle back to me whenever Dua is involved?"Her father didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at her, long and quiet, like he was searching her face for something she wasn’t saying.Mia shifted under his gaze."I’m asking a simple question," he said finally, h

Sia's POV. Three days passed before Mark called.I spent them in the hotel room like a ghost, leaving only for takeout coffee and the occasional walk along the wet sidewalks when the walls felt too close. My phone stayed mostly silent. Lucas never texted. Mark’s name did not appear until the third evening, just after seven, the same time he used to walk through our front door.I answered on the second ring.“Where are you?” His voice was quieter than before, scraped raw.I told him the name of the hotel. There was a long pause, then: “Can I come over?”He arrived twenty minutes later. When I opened the door he looked older somehow, unshaven, his eyes shadowed, wearing the same shirt he’d had on the morning after everything collapsed. He stepped inside, glanced once around the sparse room, and sat on the only chair. I remained standing near the window.For a while neither of us spoke. Rain tapped against the glass again, soft and steady, the same rain that had fallen the day Lucas and

Sia's POV. The silence after Mark’s voice was worse than any shout.He sat up fully, the sheet falling to his waist, staring at the two of us in the dim light as if the scene might rearrange itself into something that made sense. Lucas had already pulled back, his sweatpants yanked up, but there was no hiding what had just happened. I was still half-naked, my sleep shirt tangled under my breasts, my thighs wet and glistening, the unmistakable scent of sex heavy in the air between us.“Mark—” I started, my voice cracking.“Don’t.” The single word was flat, and dangerous. He swung his legs out of bed and stood, turning on the bedside lamp with a sharp click. Harsh yellow light flooded the room, exposing everything: my flushed skin, the fresh bruises on my hips, Lucas’s tense posture near the edge of the mattress, the wet spot spreading on the sheet where I had been lying.Mark’s eyes moved from my face to Lucas and back again. Disbelief, fury, and something like grief chased one anothe

Sia's POV. Evening settled over the house in the ordinary way it always had, lamps switched on, the smell of the simple pasta I had made filling the kitchen, Mark’s tired voice recounting the long meeting that had kept him late. Lucas sat across from us at the table, polite and relaxed, asking the right questions, laughing at the right moments. No one watching would have guessed that only hours earlier he had been buried inside me on the very bed Mark would soon sleep in, or that my body still carried the lingering ache and slick evidence of him.I moved through the motions of dinner like a woman performing a role she knew by heart. I passed the bread. I refilled Mark’s wine. Under the table my bare foot found Lucas’s ankle and rested there, a secret point of contact that sent a slow heat climbing up my leg. He did not look at me, but the muscle in his jaw tightened once, and I knew he felt it.After the dishes Mark stretched and declared himself finished with the day. Another early

Sia's POV. Morning arrived with rain tapping steadily against the windows. I woke before either of the men, my body still tender from the night before. The place between my legs felt swollen, used, and when I shifted under the sheet a faint wetness reminded me that Lucas’s release had stayed inside me while I slept beside my husband. The thought sent a low, guilty pulse of heat through my belly.Mark stirred as I slipped out of bed. He mumbled something sleep-rough and reached for me, but I was already on my feet. “Coffee,” I whispered, and he settled again without fully waking.Downstairs the kitchen was cool and quiet. I started the pot, then stood at the sink staring out at the wet street while the machine gurgled to life. Footsteps echoed on the stairs and Lucas appeared in the doorway shortly, wearing the same low sweatpants, bare-chested, his hair mussed from sleep. His eyes found mine immediately. Without a word he crossed the kitchen, took my face in both hands, and kissed m

Sia's POV. Mark came home just after seven, the same tired smile on his face, the same soft kiss at the door. I met him in the hallway still dressed in the jeans and sweater from earlier, though underneath I had already changed into the soft cotton panties Lucas had watched me put on. “Long day,” Mark said, dropping his bag by the stairs. “I’m starving.”Lucas appeared from the living room, easy and casual, as if the bed upstairs did not still hold the imprint of what we had done only hours before. The three of us moved through the ordinary rituals of evening, takeout containers on the table, wine poured, conversation that never once touched the truth sitting heavy between Lucas and me. I laughed at the right moments but under the table my knee brushed Lucas’s once, deliberate, and the brief contact sent a fresh pulse of heat between my legs.After dinner Mark stretched and declared he was done for the night, another early start tomorrow. He kissed me on the temple, told Lucas good

Sia's POV. I woke to the low murmur of voices downstairs. Morning light had already filled the bedroom, soft and golden through the half-open curtains. Mark’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool. For a moment I lay still, listening, and the events of the previous night crashed back over me in a single heavy wave: Lucas’s hands on my hips, the stretch of him inside me, the way I had come apart on his cock while my husband slept only one floor above, the sticky evidence of it had been rinsed away in the bathroom, but my body still remembered every inch. I sat up slowly, my thighs feeling tender. A faint bruise was already forming on the soft skin of one hip where his fingers had gripped too hard. I pressed my thumb against it and felt a dark little thrill. Downstairs the voices continued—Mark’s easy laugh, Lucas’s lower reply, ordinary morning sounds. I pulled on a robe, tied it tight, and went down. They were in the kitchen. Mark stood at the counter pouring coffee; Lu

Jane's POV. I woke up the following morning with his words in my ears, "I'm sorry."I heaved a heavy sigh as I sat up. Those words weren't enough to atone for all the wrong things he did to me. I glanced at my alarm clock and gasped. I was gonna be late for work if I don't get out of bed now. Quickly, I scrambled out of bed, dashing into the bathroom immediately. After a quick bath, I put on something classic, corporate yet comfy. There was no time for breakfast but I wouldn't dare to miss breakfast. Not when I have a child in my belly. I rushed out of my bedroom and froze at the door, my whole body going still instantly. Slowly, I crouched to the floor in front of him. God, I can't believe he slept here at the door, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, his body all coiled up and his head badly placed. I hissed under my breath and reached out to placed his head properly and I flinched as soon as I touched him. He was so cold. Without thinking, I rushed back into m

Adrian's POV. I don't know what happened with me but I went crazy seeing him... him and her... I couldn't bear it. I claimed her lips softly, shutting my eyes. I expected her to push me away but she didn't. I pressed closer to her, feeling her soft body against my hard one. Her lips trembled softly against mine, and that tiny reaction alone nearly destroyed whatever sanity I had left.God.For three years I had lived beside this woman without truly touching her heart, and now one kiss felt like drowning.I deepened the kiss carefully, afraid that if I moved too fast she would disappear again.Jane's fingers curled weakly against my shirt, and my chest tightened painfully.She kissed me back, not fully, not completely but enough to make my mind go blank. Enough to make hope bloom dangerously inside me.My hand slid carefully to her waist, pulling her slightly closer, and a soft sound escaped her lips before she suddenly stiffened as reality hit her.I felt the exact moment it retu

Jane's POV.I focused solely on my already soggy bowl of noodles. Ethan sat with me on the couch but there was a meaningful distance between us. A very meaningful one. We hadn't said a word to each other since he confessed his feelings to me a while ago.The doorbell rang and I sprang up quickly to get it, thankful the distraction. I opened the door and froze. "You?" "Hi darling," he flashed me a bright smile, pushing past me into my apartment. What?!I closed the door and followed right behind him instantly. "Adrian, are you —""Mmmm," he nodded in understanding. "I see that you're busy," he said, taking in the papers on the table. "Exactly as I predicted," he added as his gaze fell on the bowl of noodles. What the hell did he predict?"And I'm here to help you get that fixed," he finished with a smile. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he gave me an even wider smile that formed a knot in my stomach. "Adrian, get out!" I spat, more exhausted than angry. "Yeah, I will," he agree

Adrian's POV. I slid my phone back into my pocket. If being creepy is gonna get me Jane, then I don't mind. "Adrian?" I heard that familiar, unmistakable voice. One of the voices I really don't want to hear right now. I turned to find her approaching me with hurried steps, as if I might disappear if she wasn't fast enough. "Thank goodness I met you here," she said as she stopped in front of me. "I went to the Blackwood estate many times, they told me you moved out. I don't see you at the company, and you no longer answer my calls. What is going on, Adrian?" I gazed at her for a few seconds before I finally spoke. "I'm no longer the CEO of Blackwood Holdings, and I'm a soon to be father who is busy taking care of his family.""You divorced her!" Her voice raised slightly as if trying to assert a fact on me."Which is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life," I retorted. She seemed shock. "Adrian..." her voice dropped as she stepped closer to me. "Adrian, this isn't what yo

Jane's POV."Okay!" Ethan exclaimed as he placed the steaming bowl of noodles on the table. I stared up at him through my eyelashes. "Really? A bowl of noodles after the 'I'm gonna cook you something spectacular' rant?" He'd filled up ears all the way back from work about how he was gonna cook me something spectacular for dinner that I didn't really expect the something spectacular would turn out to be a bowl of noodles.He scratched the back of his head nervously. "I guess so."I burst into laughter immediately. He was so damn cute at the moment. I stood up, and walked to him with laughter still painting my lips. Raising my hand to his cheek, I wiped of the flour he had there. "How come you have flour smeared on your face, did you bake the noodles?" I laughed. As I pulled my hand from his face, he held it still. His fingers tightened around mine gently, like he was scared I’d pull away if he held too hard.The laughter slowly faded from my lips."Ethan..." I called softly, confus

Adrian's POV.For a moment, I thought I had struck a cord in her until she turned and walked away but at least with everything I gave to her. I smiled to myself. At least, she didn't give me an outburst like she always did.The pest looked at me with eyes shooting daggers. With a calm yet provoking smirk, I walked away. As soon as I got away from the crowd, I pulled out my phone from my jacket, and put a call on Lena. She picked up on the first ring."God! Lena, it worked!" I was so excited. "Told ya," she chuckled from the other end of the line. I had called her earlier today after retrieving my phone from Jane's apartment, and told her I wanted to do something for Jane but didn't know what to do.She told me what to do, helped me with some of it, and boosted my confidence. "Thank you so much, Lena," I was really grateful to her, you could hear it from my voice."It's nothing, sir," she responded. "You can always call on me whenever you need help.""Of course," I nodded, even t