Novels by iviewrites1

Nova's point of view “You really should be ashamed of yourself, Nova.” Margaret’s voice sliced through the air before I could even react to the pain on my cheek.“Sleeping outside your husband’s house and coming back looking like…” she paused, her lips curling in disgust, “this….a filthy trash!”The words hit, but they didn’t penetrate,not the way they used to. There was no sting, no tightness in my chest, no desperate urge to explain myself. No need to fall to my knees and cry for forgiveness.I simply looked at her. And felt… nothing. “Do you have any idea how much we lost because of your stupidity?” Kael’s voice followed, sharp and impatient. There it was…the real reason he was angry,not because I actually slept out, but because his puppet wasn't there to save his sorry ass. A laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. Both of them paused.Kael frowned. “What the hell is funny?”I shook my head slowly, the laugh still lingering at the edge of my lips. “You,” I said. “Both of

Nova's point of view The door of his sitting room barely clicked shut before his mouth crashed down on mine, kissing, biting and nibbling on my lips. He kissed like he’d invented it. And I followed his lead like I had no choice in the matter. He dragged his mouth away from mine, swore as he turned me around, my dress went to the ground in a second, and I felt his huge boner against me.“Fuck,” I moaned as he continued pushing against me, kissing my neck at the same time. He whispered against my ear, “tell me. Tell me what you want.”The only sound that came out of my mouth were hungry, lustful moans. With one sharp tug of his fingers, my bra top gladly gave way. My breasts spilled out, hot and heavy, ready for his touch. He didn't touch them immediately, instead, he circled the skin around, my collar bones, my upper belly. “P-please…fucking hell, touch me…” I said. I couldn't even recognize my voice. His hot palms landed on my breasts, my nipples hardened to rosy points as he began

Nova's point of view I sat across from the doctor, barely hearing him. My fingers dug into the edge of the chair, my heartbeat loud enough to drown everything around me.“Mrs Nova? Are you listening to me?” The doctor’s calm voice sliced through the fog that clouded my brain.I shook my head, swallowing hard against the lump forming in my throat. I couldn’t even form the words, the idea of hope still felt foreign, almost cruel. My voice cracked when I finally whispered, “So… you’re saying… I’m not infertile?”The doctor shook his head, a gentle smile appeared on his face. “Your results are clear. Your fallopian tubes are intact, no blockages, no problems at all. There’s a high chance you could conceive immediately.”For a second, I just stared at him. Then everything hit at once. Five years of humiliation, endless nights of feeling broken, and it had never been me. It had never been my body failing me.I could feel the tears starting, but I blinked them back, swallowing the grief tha

Nova's point of view My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the lace that clung against my thighs. I held my breath, listening to the soft ticking of the clock echoing through the dim room. “Nova, you’ve got this,” I whispered to myself, pressing my palm against my chest trying to steady the wild rhythm of my heart. “He’ll like it. He has to like it.” I shifted slightly under the desk, careful not to knock the chair beside me. My lips curved into a small smile. “Happy anniversary,” I practiced under my breath, smiling slightly. “I made this for you.” I paused, then frowned. “No… that was too stiff.” I tried again, softer this time. “Happy anniversary, my heartbeat…” “Yes,” I nodded to myself. “That’s perfect.” My heart swelled with a fragile kind of hope. The sound of the door unlocking echoed through the house. My heart leapt. “He’s here.” I straightened instantly, grabbing the cake carefully, my fingers tightening around the plate. “Okay, Nova… breathe.” The door creaked