Novels by JustNabi

ENZOI got home late that night, my clothes still damp from the rain that had poured down after Julian walked away from me outside the club. My head was a mess,his words echoing in my ears, the way he’d pulled his hand from mine and left me standing there like an idiot. I’d confessed everything on my knees, told him I liked him more than I should, that I was scared of how deep this had gotten. But he’d just insulted me and gone. I couldn’t blame him after what he’d seen with that girl. The warning bells in my head had been screaming for days that I was already too far gone with him, but I’d ignored them until it was too late.As I stepped into the penthouse, I heard it right away, a soft whimpering sound coming from down the hall. It wasn’t loud, but it cut through the quiet like a knife. My stomach dropped. Julian. I dropped my keys on the table and rushed toward his room without thinking twice. The door was slightly ajar, and when I pushed it open, the sight hit me hard. He was curl

ENZOI stood frozen at the door to Julian’s room, my hand still hovering near the handle. I’d come looking for him after everything that went down with Damien, but instead I overheard him talking to Kai. His voice cracked as he admitted it out loud. “I think I have feelings for him. Real ones.” My chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe. But those warning bells in my head were ringing louder than ever. I was already going too deep with him, letting this thing between us turn into something real when it was supposed to stay simple. We were stepbrothers now, for fuck’s sake. It was cursed from the start, and I knew it. I couldn’t face it. Not yet.I turned and walked away fast, heading straight to my room down the hall. I locked the door behind me like it could shut out the truth. My heart was pounding, and that scared feeling crawled up my spine. Julian admitting he had feelings for me made it all feel too real, too messy. I didn’t want to deal with it, didn’t want to admit I f

JULIAN I was shaking in my room, my hands trembling so bad I could barely hold my phone. People had found out about me and Enzo. Technically no one knew we were stepbrothers yet, but the rumors that we were fucking—and they were right—hit too close to home. What we were doing felt bound to be cursed, like some messy secret that was never supposed to happen, and I kept telling myself I shouldn't catch feelings for him. But I was, and it scared me more than anything. The photos of us holding hands were everywhere, and now the whole campus was whispering about it. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the screen as the messages piled up, my stomach twisting with guilt and fear.I took a shaky breath and decided I had to do something to set the record straight, at least a little. I opened up five different group chats from school and the program. First, I posted the wedding picture of my mom and Enzo's dad, the one where they looked so happy on their big day. Then I added a couple of t

ENZOI missed Julian so much while he was away on that trip. Even though he came back last night and we fell asleep together, the time apart had left this ache in my chest that I couldn't shake. I ignored the warning bells in my head, the ones screaming that I was already going too deep with him. This thing between us was supposed to stay simple, just physical, but every time I thought about him my chest tightened in a way that felt dangerous. I pushed those thoughts aside as I stirred in bed the next morning, the sunlight filtering through the curtains of the penthouse.Julian was still asleep beside me, his breathing steady and even. I turned toward him, propping myself up on one elbow, and leaned down to kiss him softly on the forehead. His skin was warm under my lips, and for a second I just stayed there, breathing him in. "Morning," I whispered, even though he couldn't hear me. "I missed you like crazy, you know that?" I kissed his cheek next, then his lips, gentle and lingering.

JULIAN I arrived at the penthouse late in the evening after the long flight home from London. My bag felt heavy on my shoulder, and all I could think about was how much I just wanted to see Enzo. The trip had been good, but coming back made me realize how much I missed this place, missed him. The door was unlocked like always, and as soon as I stepped inside, the smell of something warm and savory hit me right away. Enzo had cooked. I could hear faint sounds from the kitchen, but he must have been finishing up.I set my bag down by the door and walked further in, my heart picking up a little. Before I could call out, Enzo came out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. His face lit up when he saw me, and without a word, we closed the distance and kissed immediately. It was soft at first, then deeper, like we both needed it after the time apart. His hands rested on my waist, and I held onto his shoulders, breathing him in. We pulled back just enough to whisper to each other."

JULIAN The next day, after our morning session at the program wrapped up early, I was back in my hotel room trying to catch up on some notes when Charlotte knocked on my door. She slipped inside with that easy smile of hers, the one that always made everything feel lighter.“Hey Julian, you busy?” she asked, closing the door behind her.I looked up from my laptop. “Not really. Just reviewing some stuff from yesterday’s lectures. What’s up?”She sat on the edge of my bed and fiddled with the hem of her shirt. “I was thinking… since we’ve got this free afternoon before the next big workshop tomorrow, why don’t we head out to my family’s home? It’s not too far from here, and it would be nice for you to see it. You know, get away from the program stuff for a bit.”I raised an eyebrow. “Your family’s home? Like the palace?”She nodded.” Yeah, Alex already said he’s meeting up with some friends from the program for lunch and a tour around the city. We don’t even have to tell him where we’r