Novels by Computer Herbalist

"Genevieve, this is my mother Caroline. Caroline this is Genevieve Van Acker, a very close friend." I shook the tall woman's hand, though I was confused as to why he introduced me as his 'close friend'. His face revealed nothing but I'm sure he felt my confusion through our mate bond. He gave me a quick glance, a small smile on his face before he looked back to his mother. "Where is Julian?" Remy asked his mother after placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. "The Bakery, MJ wasn't feeling to good this morning so we stayed home." Caroline replied, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear. The worry on her face was not be unseen. "I'll go check on her. Is Lily upstairs with her?" Caroline gave a small nod, before voicing out a 'yes'. "I'll be back in just a sec, OK?" I fought against a grin as Remy looked at me with big puppy eyes, like he was asking for my permission. "Sure, I'll stay down here with you if that's OK?" I said, directing the last part at Caroline, who simply smiled. Re

I stood in the bathroom wrapped in a blue towel, brushing my wet hair, when I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the door. I gripped the brush tightly, my body frozen with fear. I held my breath as the footsteps neared towards the bathroom door. I bit the inside of my cheek, praying it was just Remy. The room fell silent, as the footsteps stopped right outside the door. The doorknob rattled before it fell silent again."Genevieve, it's just me. I got you some clothes." He didn't sound angered anymore but stressed."Thank you." I mumbled quietly, picking at the edge of the blue towel. I wasn't mad at him. I was hurt. I heard an almost silent sigh escape his mouth. "I'll just leave them by the door." I heard his footsteps retreat back into the bedroom.I glanced in the slightly fogged mirror, a lone tear rolled done my cheek. I had always been an emotional person. I threw my hair up in a bun and took one last glance in the mirror, before unlocking the door and taking the bag

I could officially cross off free falling from my bucket list. The jump out the window from the third story was high and overall dangerous, yet not for Remy, who brought us safely onto the ground. The shattered glass from the window crushed under our weight as Remy steadied his footing on the concrete. The rush of wind from the fall, had ruffled up my shoulder length hair that now covered my face. Remy pushed back the hair so he could see my face, before pressing his lips hard against mine. Before the kiss could be deepened, Remy hitched me up higher on his waist afterwards sprinting with vampire speed into the nearby alley. By now it was already dark outside and the flickering light from the only lamp post on the corner was all too cliche.Remy released my thighs, letting me slide of the front of his body. With a hand on my shoulder he gently pushed me back to the darkest corner in the alley. He turned around with speed, hunching over in the process, an earth shattering growl release

My eyes widened on their own account before glancing down at his plump, naturally pink lips. My mouth went dry at the thought of kissing him as my palms became sweaty and my heart pounded against my chest. It wasn't like I hadn't kissed him before or didn't want to, it was more the fact of what one kiss from him could lead to. I mean I had to think logically; I was in a nice hotel room, sitting in bed with a shirtless beast, who expected me to kiss him for every answer he gave me. And sense I had a lot of questions to ask, that would mean a lot of kisses. His warm hand on my cheek brought me out of my mental conversation with myself. I took notice that we were now closer than I thought. He hadn't said anything but instead looked at me with a playful smirk carved on his face. The way he had his left eyebrow raised made him even better looking than he already was. I let out a small breath before pulling out of his loose grip, the loss of his body heat not going unnoticed by me. "I do

My heart was pounding in my chest and the air got stuck in my lungs. My head was swarming with questions as I replayed his words again.Will you be good for mommy and daddy and take your medicine? I'll be home really soon. I love you.He had a kid, a daughter to be exact. A cute little girl, yet she wasn't our kid. She was created from Remy and another woman, who wasn't me. Who was her mother and where was she? At least if she was a bitch I could hate her easily. Did all three of them live together? Could I handle him already having a family? Did he expect me to take this information with a smile? I wouldn't be the side chick nor did I come with him to stay hidden. I needed time to think about all of this.I could faintly hear as the girl said her goodbyes before Remy ended the call. I tried creeping back in to the room silently but my body had other plans. I felt the familiar scratchy feeling in the back of my throat just as I brought my hand over my mouth, covering the oncoming coug

So far the five hour drive had been silent, only the occasional cough that came from me. I didn't know if I had my expectations too high or if I was just stressed from the last forty eight hours. But the silence was awkward and the car felt like it was getting smaller by the mile. It almost felt like this was an arranged marriage and I was the bride, who barely knew her husband and was forced to move into his mansion after the wedding. I knew that wasn't the current situation I was in, yet that's kind of how felt. But this was my choice and I wasn't one to change her mind so quickly. After the almost kiss is where the awkwardness started. I hoped I hadn't hurt his feeling by what I said, but it had been the truth. I was human, born a human, grew up as a human and would die as a human. That meaning | wanted to continue living as a human, like I had before. I never expected to have a mate or be the mate of someone else and it wasn't something I really wanted either. I wasn't against i

Mature Content Nico didn't say anything at first. He just looked at me for a second, jaw tight and eyes dark, then suddenly his arms were around me and my feet left the ground. I laughed softly, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me toward the bedroom like I weighed nothing. "Nico," I murmured. "You're not walking after that," he said calmly, like it was already decided. He laid me down on the bed gently, carefully, like I was something precious—but the look in his eyes said he was barely holding himself back. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching him stand there. Then I bit my lip. Slowly, deliberately, I reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged it up just enough for him to notice. Then I slipped it off. I wasn't wearing a bra. His brow lifted slightly. "Well," he said quietly, his gaze never leaving me, "someone's excited." I smiled sweetly. "Actually," I said, sitting up a little straighter, "I changed my mind." His body stilled inst

Slight Warning I hadn't gone home. A week passed, and I was still here. My parents called once. Just once. Their voices were polite. Distant. They asked if I was okay. I said yes. I wasn't. I didn't tell them anything. The only person I really spoke to was Lizzy. She was still with our grandparents, which meant she didn't have to see how empty I felt. She didn't have to worry about me being alone at home. The week I spent with Nico wasn't what people would imagine. It wasn't passionate or reckless. It was quiet. Some days I didn't want to eat. Some days I didn't want to talk. Some days I just stared at the ceiling, exhausted in a way sleep didn't fix. And Nico stayed anyway. He watched movies with me, even when I didn't really follow the plot. He sat beside me when I cried, never rushing me, never asking questions I wasn't ready to answer. He held me when the weight in my chest felt unbearable, his arms steady, like he was anchoring me to something real. He even asked En

The drive there was quieter than I expected. Enzo was in the backseat, legs stretched out, talking like he always did when he was nervous — which was constantly, apparently. "I swear I didn't fall asleep," he said for the third time. "I remember a wolf." I turned around in my seat. "There was no wolf." "There was," he insisted. "Big. Hairy. Angry." "It's vampire show," I said flatly. "I'm pretty sure it was a wolf and vampire in a love triangle." I sighed. "Enzo. That's Twilight." There was a pause. "...Okay," he admitted. "Maybe I wasn't paying full attention." "Yes because you totally fell asleep!" Nico groaned from the driver's seat. "You're both giving me a headache." Despite myself, I smiled. It helped. Just a little. Enzo chuckled, and teased him. "Relax, Nico." But the closer we got, the tighter my chest felt. The 'alley house' sat hidden between abandoned buildings — a massive, empty warehouse that looked like it hadn't been used in years. No si

I had successfully convinced Enzo to watch The Vampire Diaries with me. This was not easy. I had explained the lore. The brothers. The drama. The emotional trauma. I was halfway through passionately explaining why Damon was misunderstood and deserved grace when I realized something was wrong. Very wrong. I looked over. Enzo was asleep. Freaking sleeping! Head tipped back. One arm hanging off the couch. Mouth slightly open like this was the most boring documentary he'd ever been forced to sit through. I stared at him in disbelief. "You did not just fall asleep," I whispered. "Not during this episode." I huffed, offended, and turned back to the screen, shoving another chip into my mouth. Fine. His loss. I gasped quietly at an almost-kiss scene, leaning forward, then the elevator dinged. I looked over. My heart jumped before my brain even caught up. The doors slid open, Nico stepped out. My chest did that stupid thing it always did when I saw him. He l

My father didn't raise his voice. That was how I knew I was already in trouble. He stood behind his desk, hands braced against the polished wood, eyes sharp and calculating as he stared at me like I was a problem. "You got us into some fucked up shit, Nico." I clenched my jaw. Of course he found out. He always did. "Everything is handled," I said calmly. "There's no loose ends." He laughed once, humourless. "Handled? First, I tell you to marry. You agree. Then you give your bride to your brother. What kind of shit is that?" I leaned back in the chair, unfazed. "They like each other." His eyes narrowed. "You went against me." "I didn't," I replied evenly. "You said keep it close. Enzo is close. We're aligned." The room went still. My father's stare hardened, like he was deciding whether to push or let it go. Then he shifted topics. "What is this about Sean Doyle?" My body went rigid before I could stop it. "Sean is handled," I said. "How," he snapped,

I woke up slowly, my body heavy and warm, wrapped in unfamiliar sheets that smelled like Nico. For one soft, disorienting second, I thought everything that happened last night had been a dream. Then I felt it. The dull, tender soreness between my thighs. The ache in my hips. The way my body still felt opened, claimed, cared for. Definitely not a dream. I rolled onto my side, reaching for him without thinking. The bed was empty. My body tightened. "Nico?" I whispered, my voice hoarse from sleep. Nothing. I pushed myself upright, the sheet slipping down my body, and winced slightly at the movement. My cheeks warmed at the memory of why I felt like this. Slowly, carefully, I stood. That was when I noticed his shirt folded neatly at the edge of the bed. Black. Soft, like he had just taken it off and placed it there for me. I slipped it on instinctively. It swallowed me, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the collar hanging loose against my collarbone. I inhaled without meaning to.

The music pulsed through the great hall, wild and primal, making the crystal lights dance. But it was nothing compared to how Dante's magic moved around us, the air charged with his power as he guided me into the first steps. Every point of contact between us burned-his hand on my waist, his chest against mine, his power tangling with my light until I could barely remember why we shouldn't be this close. lenjoyed dancing with him, for a moment I could almost imagine him as a regular suitor at one of the events in our town hall. Except no one back home could rival the sheer power and masculinity of this man. This werewolf. When he spun me out, then pulled me back against his chest, the air between us seemed to vibrate with energy. Like his magic couldn't bear to break contact even for a moment. His hand spread possessively across my stomach, and memories of how those fingers had felt in the springs made heat pool low in my belly. "The pack is watching," he murmured again

I hadn't expected this. The great hall l'd only seen in daylight, empty and echoing, had been transformed. Crystal light danced across the walls, catching on fabric draped between ancient pillars Music filled the air--not the formal court music Il'd known at home, but something wilder, more primal. Something that made my magic stir in response. But it was the pack that truly surprised me. Even those most affected by the curse seemed different tonight. Lighter. As if the music and crystal light let them remember who they were beneath their twisted forms. Even Maven's aged wolf-shape seemed to hold more grace as she moved among them. Then Dante entered, and my breath caught at how his power filled the space. He'd dressed formally for the occasion-black pants and a deep blue shirt that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, the lean strength in his frame. The starkelegance only highlighted the predatory grace in his movements, the raw power that radiated f

The following morning, I made my way toward the healing chambers, exhausted after a night of fighting both beast and primal urges Maven had summoned me-something about reviewing the pack's healing progress-but my thoughts kept straying to yesterday's events in the springs. To watching Lily walk away while my body still burned with need, to how sleep had been impossible as the memory of her pleasure tormented me until dawn Ihadn't summoned her to my study last night for our usual kiss. What happened between us in the springs had more than satisfied her end of our daily bargain, and there would have been no way to control myself during another encounter. Not after tasting her, after feeling her magic flare when she came apart under my touch. The beast was still too close to the surface, still fighting my control even now. It's working, isn't it? The Alpha and the healer?'Kira's excited thoughts reached me before I turned the corner. 'His power is stronger like Maven said

I hadn't come down here intending to tempt him. Or at least, that's what I told myself as Dante's hands tightened on my waist and his words sent heat flooding through me. Il'd come in search of the sacred springs Maven said would help restore my magic after working with so many of the pack. She'd said their ancient power would soothe the bone-deep exhaustion that came from channeling too much healing at once. She hadn't mentioned Dante would be here. Hadn't mentioned I'd find him in the largest pool, water lapping at his chest, his curse marks stark against wet skin in the crystal light. Hadn't warned me how the sight of him would make my magic surge with recognition, with need to not only heal but to feel. Just like I had last night. As his growled promise vibrated against my throat, I couldn't deny the thrill of power that came with making the alpha lose control. With knowing my presence alone could shatter his restraint. Every point of contact between us burned-his h

Dawn was breaking by the time we made it back to the castle, Ash leaning heavily on my shoulder. The attack had been coordinated, planned-Kael's wolves lying in wait exactly where they knew we'd patrol after their earlier provocation. My own wounds burned, but I barely noticed them through the fury. Through knowing they'd been testing us, counting on us checking the borders after their display at the castle. Lily was already rushing down the castle steps toward us, her magic reaching instinctively for mine even as concern painted her features. The beast stirred instantly, remembering how that magic had felt tangled with ours just hours ago, how she'd responded to my touch. "What happened?" Her hands fluttered over Ash's wounds, assessing, but even that brief proximity to us made her power call to mine, made my primal magic surge toward her light. "Healing chambers," she ordered, already moving to support Ash's other side. "Now." Ishould have sent her ahead. Maintained

The moment Lily closed the door behind her, the last remnants of my control finally broke. The beast surged forward with enough force to drive me to my knees, my primal magic writhing wild around me as her scent, her magic, her desire still filled the air. Even the stones of the castle seemed to pulse with lingering power. I should never have agreed to this new arrangement. Should have known better than to thinkl could taste her pleasure without wanting to claim everything. My beast still strained for the door, hunting for traces of her light like a starving creature. Like he couldn't accept letting her go when every instinct screamed to chase her down, to finish what we'd started, to claim her Mark her. No. I slammed my fist into the stone floor, using the pain to focus. To drag the beast back under control. But even that wasn't working like it usually did. Ever since she'd healed me, something had changed. Some small part of my true power had broken free of the curse