Novels by reinathaindigo

ISOLDE POV“Who are you,” he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous, “and why are you asking for Blackthorn Lane?”I just stared at him, swallowing hard. I couldn’t let him see how much I hated him. How much fear and anger churned in me.I forced myself to stand, forcing a smile that felt unnatural. My hand stretched out, tentative.“My name is… Isolde Callen,” I said, my voice steady even if my hands trembled. “I… uh.. thought we could.. ” I trailed off, swallowing again.He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even acknowledge my hand. Just stared at me with those cold, piercing eyes.“I asked,” he repeated, voice sharp as a blade, “who are you, what do you want in Ravenmoor, and why are you looking for Blackthorn Lane?”I swallowed hard, fumbling in my bag. My fingers found my business card, and I shoved it toward him. “I’m… an investor,” I said, trying to sound confident.He took the card, studied it, and raised a brow. “Novotek?”“Yeah… Novotek,” I said quickly.“Why would a tech company

ISOLDE POVMorning came slowly, gray and cold, slipping through the trees at the edge of Ravenmoor. I blinked against the weak sunlight streaming through the windshield. My body still ached from the night before.I hadn’t really slept. I spent the night awake, gripping the wheel, listening for sounds that he warned me about. Every shadow seemed alive, every creak made my chest tighten.The town looked quiet. Peaceful, but the peace itself felt deceptive.I forced myself to stretch, opened the truck door, and let the cold morning air hit me. I breathed in deeply, trying to clear my head. I had a town, a house, an address, and a password.. but I didn’t know what waited for me there. And I wasn’t leaving until I found out.After a quick breakfast of granola bars and water, I started the truck. The town was slowly waking up.Seventeen Blackthorn Lane. I repeated it in my head. That’s where answers were. That’s where Alara’s secrets lay, and everything in her life began.I drove slowly th

ISOLDE POV“Strangers aren’t welcome around here once it’s past nine,” he said, voice cold and measured, like ice sliding over steel.“Excuse me?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended, my fists still clenched at my sides.He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “Strangers aren’t welcomed here once it’s past nine, Miss. I’d have to ask you to leave.”My blood boiled instantly.Here he was… the same man who had hurt Alara, the same man who had put my sister in the hospital. I could feel it in my gut that he was the one. And yet, my silly self couldn’t ignore the way he looked.He was… perfect.A dangerous kind of perfection.Like someone had taken marble and carved him with deliberate care…. high cheekbones, strong jaw, and eyes that could pierce through steel. His hair was dark, meticulously kept, and his presence alone made the night feel smaller, like the air around him bent to his will.But that perfection wasn’t comforting.It was a warning.Every line of him screamed dang

ISOLDE POV Alara had always been… quiet. Secretive. In the two years we had known each other, I realized there were huge parts of her life she had never shared with me. She laughed, she cooked terrible pasta, she stole my hoodies like it was her personal mission in life… but when it came to herself? Walls. Always walls. Sometimes I’d catch her staring at nothing, her expression distant, like she was somewhere else entirely. When I asked, she’d just smile and say, “It’s nothing.” I used to think she just needed time. Now, sitting in the sterile hospital room while machines breathed for her, I realized how little I actually knew about my own twin. The police had given me the bag she had with her when they found her. They said she was discovered unconscious on the ground… naked… in an alley on the edge of the city. No witnesses. No cameras. Just a body that looked like it had been thrown from a war. Even now, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Alara wasn’t reckless. She wa

ISOLDE POV They say mothers are strong women.That their strength isn’t the kind that shouts, but the kind that carries worlds quietly on tired shoulders.That if love ever took a human shape, it would probably look like a mother.I never really understood that.And maybe I never will.Because I never had one.By the time I was six, I was already learning how to pack my life into a small bag and move from one foster home to another. New house. New rules. New people pretending they cared just long enough to get through dinner.No one asked who I was.Truth is, I didn’t know either.No last name that meant anything. No stories about where I came from. No family pictures tucked into dusty albums. Just files in an office somewhere and a kid who learned early that belonging was a luxury I couldn't afford.So I stopped expecting it.I grew up the only way I knew how…alone.I walked my own road. Worked jobs no kid should have to work just to keep myself afloat. Learned how to fix broken la