Novels by Misdemeanor

Aria’s pov Panels dropped from the ceiling, as cables sparked, emergency lights bathed the chamber in bright red. I might have been the best in my time but things had gotten really difficult. Back then, we were just asked oral questions and given small tasks. Now, we’re jumping panels and drifting in mid-air. I moved as fast as I could, climbing up to the upper console while Adrian worked below. Or tried to. He was watching me more than his tablet screen. “Focus on your own task,” I snapped. “You’re doing it incorrectly,” he countered. “No, I’m just doing it differently.” “Differently doesn’t mean effectively….” I shut him up by throwing the emergency tool at him. It bounced against his chest plate. He stared at it….then at me. I arched my brow. “You either do the lower valves or get out of my way.” He stood there for a few seconds, eyeing me like he was trying to eat my soul. Then…. He moved. He actually listened. I scoffed in disbelief. We worked…well-ish, f

Aria’s pov I hate him. I hated his stupid face, his stupid, sharp jawline. His stupid broad shoulders. And God…his voice. That deep, arrogant, British-tilted tone that slid under my skin like a splinter. I hated the way his dirty brown hair fell messily but perfectly, as if the universe styled it out of spite just to annoy me. It all infuriated me. “Disrespectful prick.” I muttered under my breath as I walked into the evaluation chamber. “Rude piece of shit….Wasn’t he taught manners as a child?” “I mean, I’m five years older than him, yet he behaves like a fool!” He stood at the far end of the room, tablet in hand, eyes dragging over me with the same infuriating cold assessment. He didn’t even try to hide it. “Bold of you to assume you’ll pass this evaluation test.” He said voice clipped. “And you’re also late.” “I’m a minute early, for your information.” “And it’s bold of you to assume you’re important enough to decide I won’t.” I shot back. But that was a lie, because

Adrian’s pov The words sounded ridiculous coming out of his mouth. It felt like I was listening to a broken record. First they wanted me to work with a partner, Jerry, or whatever his name was. Good and fine. It was way out of my comfort zone, but I went with it. Now they’re telling me to work with a woman?! “First off….” I cut Jonah off. “You all know I specifically prefer to work alone. Always had and always fucking will.” “But Dr. Adrian…..” “Let me finish!” I yelled at the woman next to Jonah, whatever her name was. “You pushed for me to work with Jerry, of which I agreed to solely because he was up to par, not good enough, but he was aiit.” I ranted as my British accent became more pronounced. Whenever I’m angry, my accent just slips out. “NOW! You want me to work with a woman?! A woman?” I scoff loudly. Unbelievable. Jonah squared up, his authoritative stance in place. I rolled my eyes. “I am the division chief of this institution and what I say goes.” “And I am

Aria’s pov The message continued to blink on my screen like a hallucination. NASA. NASA. I read it again and again. My Brian refused to believe this wasn’t some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on me. I don’t remember getting this message. Why would I ignore such an important message like this? How is this even possible?! The universe had timing. Very strange timing. When I looked over the message for what felt like the hundredth time I checked the date it was sent. It was sent six days ago, making today the last day for me to send a response. I checked my time and it’s 11:39pm. I had less than 30 minutes to make the greatest decision of my life. My fingers trembled as I sat inside my car, duffel bag beside me in the passenger seat. Something buzzed again and this time it wasn’t my laptop, it was my phone. Sam. I let it ring. It rang three times before it finally went off. I swallowed hard and pressed the block button. I needed time to myself, I needed

Aria’s pov “Ah…Sammie…” We’ve been married for four years. “Right..right there…yes..” I gave up everything for him. My dreams, the stars. But yet… “Nngh…go faster.” It wasn’t enough. For a second, I genuinely considered turning around. Pretending I heard nothing. Pretending the scent, her shoes scattered outside our bedroom, and Sam’s grunts weren’t real. I wanted to pretend none of it was real and just carry on with my life. But I couldn’t ignore the signs of a failing marriage any longer. And besides, I wasn’t a coward. I pushed the door open and stepped in. The first thing I see is my beloved husband wrapped around another woman, his coworker. He was thrusting into her so passionately. Something he hadn’t done to me in months. He didn’t even notice me at first, he was too busy kissing the woman he was fucking on our bed…my bed…his hands tangled her hair, their bodies wrapped in my favorite sheets. Sheets I had washed this morning. It took exactly five whole seco