Novels by Zea Drew

Date = 1 September (about 1 year later)Place = San Francisco (Grimm house)Melaena Blackburn = 21 years oldDamion Grimm = 22 years oldXamos = 1 year old (born 15 August the previous year)(You get to meet the little girls Leyla, Lili, and River in Book 2) (Ethan is Thalia’s little 10 year old brother)POV – DamionDamion: I’m sure that from lack of use, my sperm grew legs and looks like frogs instead of tadpoles! But it’s gonna be fixed before the night is over (winking-face emoji)(hot-pepper emoji)(eggplant emoji)I touch my crotch with a groan, abstinence from Mel is definitely not my thing. These last weeks have been torture, being in bed next to the woman of my dreams, and the closest I got to touch her was a hug. Fuck, a day without sex with Mel is a fudging long time, two weeks is a fudging excruciating fierce eternity … a month … that’s just plain torturing hell.These four weeks without sex were even worse than the six I had to wait after the baby was born.This no-sex shit

Date = 15 August (about 6 months later) = Enrique’s wedding (Book 2)Place = San Francisco (where the haunted house was)POV - Damion“Hey, son, where is Mel … she needs to get dressed?” Judging by the sound of her voice, Mom is panicking. Why is everyone so on edge? I mean, since we left the club Enrique phoned once … the other bridesmaids three times … and this must be Mom’s fifth call. Hell, it’s just a wedding. And not ours. And there’s still time.“We’re still at the building site …” I calmly explain … again. “We got what we came for.” And what we came for is a tiny piece of blue jewelry… for the bride.Mel got a blue angel charm to hang on her new sister-in-law’s bracelet today as her ‘something blue’. And apparently, it’s very important — a crucial part of the wedding. And that would be why we are back here at the haunted house construction site instead of getting ready at Inferno.“We’ll be there,” I pause slightly to calculate the time it will take us to get there, “in about t

Date = 14 FebruaryPlace = San Francisco (different places)POV - MelaenaI rush through the door of his house with my 3 followers to see Luke’s face lighting up from the exact sofa where the experiment took place.He jumps up and down excitedly before literally throwing me the next clue. Damn, will I ever get used to the Grimm boys and their wild ways? All 3 of them are over-energetic cocky bouncing blobs of sexy cuteness. I wonder how poor Haley manages sometimes. Does she ever get tired?I know for a fact that Luke got called into the principal’s office twice this week alone, and his brother was no better when he was in school. And as far as I understand from Alejandro’s stories, he too was the same.But right now the littlest devil’s naughty hazel eyes are waiting anxiously for me to open the envelope.I know you're hungry – go grab some food at the place where I declared my love openly for you in a song – and where you called my name. “Let me guess — we’re going to have lunch at

Date = 14 FebruaryPlace = San Francisco (different places)POV - MelaenaSuddenly the looming darkness of the house we’ve just stopped at is not that dark anymore.I know the things and lives we’ve lost here will always leave a hole. My hand rubs over my tummy. But the sadness will go away … we all have a bright future ahead … a wonderful happy one.I will help every San Francisco boy to find happiness and a love that can heal them. A love like ours. But knowing my boys it’s not going to be an easy task.A red fire truck from Station 34 is parked next to the house and the men are standing around as if they’re waiting for us.“Can I have the keys to the car?” one fireman asks politely. Alejandro hands it over, knowing that he must be working with Axel.“I’ll make sure to get it back to your place.” He walks away and I’m not sure how we’re going to get back to my place, but it seems that at least Kiara’s car will make it there.I walk through the weathered door to find Jackson sitting o

Date = 14 FebruaryPlace = San Francisco (graveyard)POV - MelaenaI shift my legs into a more comfortable position where I sit on the freshly-planted green grass covering the small heap of the grave site, and then I place the red flowers against the newly erected marble tombstone. A few tears roll down my cheek and I wipe them away anxiously with my hand. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so devastatingly sad losing someone you didn’t even truly know. Fudge jackets, it’s so unfair.Hatred for Harry, for Darren, for Lucinda … for the whole fudge-upped Brown family … boils through me. But most of all I hate my grandfather. How can one person be so cruel? Even after Alejandro explained that Alexander must have been a psychopath, someone without any feelings, I still can’t comprehend it totally.I put my hand against the cold stone that’s now the only indication of the life that was lost and buried deep in the earth underneath. And for what? Revenge? Money? Power?And in the end, Harr

Date = 23 JanuaryPlace = San Francisco (UCSF Mission Bay Medical)POV – MelaenaLike a black-and-white movie in color, I see Kiara smile at me, holding a picture in her hands. I don’t want to look at it, but I can’t seem to look away. Her mouth moves but no words come out. A blob on the gray picture starts beating in rhythm with the noise in my ears. A heartbeat. A baby. My baby. Damion’s baby.Beep! Beep! Beep! I open my eyes. A green light blinks … on; off; on; off.It’s bothersome. A turn signal. The car rolls, tumbles, crashes … the indicator light flashes alone in the darkness. The air is voided with sound. I scream for help but it’s only in my head, no sound escapes. Through the shattered window I see a man standing in the shadows, like a ghost, watching … his face locked in terror, his gray eyes filled with guilt. It’s dad.Beep! Beep! Something drips on the bonnet of the car like single drops of rain. Blood. My father is standing next to the wreckage, his face full of pain,

Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - Aria“I need you naked,” Enrique says, so straightforwardly it feels like an order and a confession in one breath.We stumble into the bedroom, half out of breath, my shirt on the floor, before the lightning cracks again. Thunder rolls in after, deep and hungry.It feels like slipping into another dimension — one where breath and skin and longing blur into something weightless. The air smells like rain and electricity, like something about to break. The storm outside is a distant hum, barely audible under the pulse of moans and gasps that fills the room like static.Time doesn’t stop, but it bends. Warps.It stretches thin until it feels like we’re floating somewhere between lightning strikes, caught in the space before the next crash.Until the moment shatters, soft and final, and the world slowly returns to normal — the sting of air on sweat-damp skin, the thrum of blood in my ears, the ache of wanting something he still can

Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - AriaWARNING – Sex scene!!!The dishes clink in the sink, hot water steaming over my hands, thunder grumbling outside like an old demon with a toothache.I scrub harder than necessary, suds splashing up my arms, because it is better than thinking.The back door slammed shut twenty minutes ago. Jackson and Axel — ghosts in the rain. Out into the storm and into whatever dangerous plan Jackson refused to explain in full sentences.River is dozing, tucked under blankets and breathing slowly, but not nearly asleep enough to make me relax.Still, the house is quiet now. Just the storm. The water. The buzz of worry deep under my ribs. Leaving me alone with another problem. One, I’m not sure I want to face right now … or ever.One, I don’t hear sneaking up.He is always quieter than I expect a big man like him to be — all those sharp cargoes and louder-than-life grins don’t line up with the way he moves like a shadow. He appears behin

Date = 1 JulyIn just a day, the little hooligan changed my view of life.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)The only place I could think of going.POV - EnriqueSteam billows out of the shower like smoke from a fire, curling around my feet as I sit on the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight. The walls of the house groan under the wind outside, but it was nothing compared to the storm I feel building inside me.My stupid, crazy twin is back. Finally. Filthy, hollow-eyed, a ghost in tattered denim and dried blood. He hasn’t spoken much — just grunted something about a hot shower before disappearing into the bathroom like a man walking into war. Again.I let him.For now.I know, from years of experience living under the same roof, not to poke. Poking almost always leads to a fight.And getting into a one-on-one with my brother when he’s like this is definitely not on my to-do list for the day. No, I have more elaborate plans scheduled, plans that involve Aria, me, no clothes, and a box of

Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - AriaThe sky is turning the color of old iron, thick with layered grays that bled into one another, slow and heavy, darkening the sky to an unnatural charcoal. A low groan of distant thunder rumbles — not loud, but long — like something ancient waking up.The wind shifts, sharp and metallic, and the gulls have vanished. On the horizon, where sea meets sky, the black clouds curl inward like fists. Something is coming. Not rain. Something worse.We watch them drive away. Charlotte waves her little arm off through the back window of the truck. Leyla is gonna miss having her around.I look down at the new tiny girl holding my hand. She’s even smaller than my sister. Thin, but strong — in cargo shorts and an oversized skate hoodie that says ‘Eat My Dust’ in neon colors.“Eh, so River, I hear you’re looking for your brother?” I ask while we walk back inside.“No, he’s fine, I’m looking —” she answers quickly, stops just as quickly m

Date = 1 JulyPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - AriaAs my tongue eventually detaches from the back of my mouth, I manage to ask in an unsteady voice, “Eh … so … where’s the little angel?”I need something to distract my focus from the manly specimen now standing next to me. Inches away. While pretending his look of intense longing directed at my mouth doesn’t affect me one bit. Bloody hell, he makes things hard.And speaking of hard things … my eyes dart to his swollen crotch. At least he’s also feeling the heat in some way.“Angel?” he snorts out a chuckle. “I’m not sure that word suits our little runaway. She definitely shares Lee’s DNA. For a moment, I even assumed she could very well be my twin’s offspring.”Just the thought of Jackson reproducing pin-wheels my brain, and I lose my chain of thought. I look at Charlotte to help a girl out, but she just lifts her shoulders and pouts.“That’s stupid,” she tweets, “To have a baby, you need love, marriage, respect, and cons

Date = 1 JulyA new month started. My birth month.Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)Coincidence. He’s here too.POV - Aria“Just stick your finger up his nose and then kick him on his sexy ass!” Mel hollers over the phone.My laugh sounds sectionable like I’ve been chicken-flipping cocaine. Mel lowers her voice, “But really bitch, talk to my stupid brother and make him open his frickin eyes.”Yeah, right. That would be nice, except I’m the blind one, seeing things that ain’t real. For him, we are nothing more than an expired contract. Signatures on a piece of paper. A chip on the bedpost. But I can’t tell her that.“Come on, Aria, hurry up.” From the passenger seat, the tiny voice, giddy with anticipation, interrupts my phone call with my best friend. I miss Mel.“Mel, wish you were here.”“Soon.” Really though? I’m not so sure this whole ‘revenge thing’ those people got going is ending soon. They’re only on their second Sophie’s Choice. So, I’m guessing there are a few more to