Novels by Courageous Ink

Selene’s POV"Good morning, Mr. Silverfang." I repeated.I sounded calm, but I felt that my heart was beating too fast inside.Lucian Silverfang gazed over the big desk at me. His face was cold and indifferent, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred between us up till today."Good morning, Miss Blackwood," he answered in a polite way.No reaction. No recognition. Nothing. I thought a moment that he really did not remember me. Perhaps, that last night was nothing to him. Perhaps he had forgotten my features already.Or not! Funny that that should go through my head. I soon suppressed the feeling, however. I was not here on personal grounds. My mother’s legacy had come to see me.Lucian slightly leaned back in his chair."You requested this interview," he said, "and I give it to you. What can I help you with?"He spoke in a detached professional manner.I straightened in my seat."I started by saying my name, Selene Blackwood. My deceased mother had a company called Blackwoo

Selene’s POVI looked at the papers on the table and my heart was beating tight. Only hours ago, I believed that the divorce will be the most easiest thing in my life. Now I understood that it was just the very beginning.“I can never believe I forgot about the registration,” I said to myself, and I rubbed my fingers up against my forehead. “How could I be so careless?”Mira shook her head at once.“Do not begin to blame yourself,” she said. “You trusted your mate. That’s normal. Darius took advantage of that confidence on you.”I sighed deeply.“It was company of my mother,” I said to myself. “She built it from nothing. All bottles, all formulas, all herbal elixirs... she did her best to make it a success. I assured her when she was dying that I should defend it.”Mira bent forward a little.“And you still can,” she said. “But it won’t be easy.”I looked at her. “What do you mean?”She moved the papers aside and crossed her arms.“Right now, Darius is the owner in the eyes of the law

Selene’s POVI slowly awoke, and my head felt as though it were being hammered by some one. I did not know where I was at one moment. The room looked unfamiliar. The roof above my head was white and smooth, unlike that in my bedroom at the den.Then I heard the sound of running water.My eyes widened.The bathroom.The recollections of the previous night came back at once. The full moon tavern. The drinks. The stranger. The hotel room.My heart began to beat quicker.“Oh my God…” I whispered to myself.I hastily arose in the bed and glanced around the room. The door leading to the bathroom was closed and the water noise informed me that he was taking a shower.Panic filled my chest.What have I done?I leaped out of the bed and my naked feet came in contact with the cold floor. I glanced about, and I saw that there was a wardrobe close by the wall. I came to it and opened it blindly.Shirts and pants were neatly hung in the inside.I took the first white shirt that I came across, and

Selene’s POVI held on to the steering wheel when I drove out of the garage leaving Darius’s behind on the coffee table. The engine roared to life and I began driving, with no idea of where to go but this much I know, I do not want to be in there. The city lights had faded and I had still been thinking about the betrayal. Darius had impregnated some woman. Lila. And now after all all--my miscarriage last year, what the doctor said to me that I should never have a baby again. Was that why? had he recourse to her, that I might not have provided him with what he wanted? My eyes were stinging with tears, which I shook off. I needed to numb this. There was a neon sign, which attracted my attention: a full moon tavern with bass. Perfect. I parked and walked in and the heavy door shut me out of the world.The place was crowded and bodies were grinding on the dance floor but I had gone to the bar. I ordered a vodka, and another and another. The alcohol scalded my throat, and the feeling of th

Selene’s POV I was standing in the kitchen, checking and fixing things that neither need checking nor fixing. Four years. Four years ago Darius and I had sworn to love each other endlessly, even though that promise isn’t being fulfilled. I wanted tonight to matter. I wanted him to recollect as to why we fell in love, why we chose each other. Perhaps, perhaps, a bit of warmness might return to our cold and dying bond. The candles were burning with a gentle full moon glow on the neatly prepared dishes. I had prepared his favorite food, which was beef wellington and roasted vegetables and even baked a small chocolate cake. I did not think he would pick up the details but I wanted him to. I wished he would notice that I still cared. I glanced at the clock. Seven forty-five. At seven he should have been at the den. I attempted to convince myself that he was at work or that there was horrible traffic, or that there must be some reason. But the knot in my stomach would not be unloose