Novels by JJ2WRITES

🌑 ELARA 🌑 The rest of the school day passed in a blur for Elara.Everywhere she went, she could feel eyes following her. Students whispered behind her back, some staring openly, others quickly looking away whenever she glanced in their direction. Normally, being the center of attention would have made her miserable. Today was different.Nobody dared approach her. Nobody made snide comments. Nobody mocked her. And most importantly, Aiden and his friends stayed far away from her.For the first time in a long while, she walked through the hallways without feeling like she was being hunted.She hated to admit it, but it felt good.Still, the events of that morning refused to leave her mind. The image of Lucian Voss stepping through the crowd replayed itself over and over, the way everyone immediately moved aside for him, the way Aiden's face had gone pale, the way Lucian had looked at her as if she were the only person standing there.And then there was the biggest problem of all."She

🌑LUCIAN & ELARA 🌑 He had not planned this.That was the thing Lucian kept coming back to, even as his feet carried him across the courtyard with the kind of certainty his mind hadn't caught up to yet. He had felt it from the parking lot her fear, specific and sharp, cutting through the ordinary noise of a Monday morning like a frequency only he was tuned to.He had told Miguel to park the car.Miguel had said something. He hadn't heard what.He was already moving.The crowd parted without being asked to. It always did.Lucian walked through it until he reached the center, where Aiden stood with his foot on a scattered page and his friends arranged around him like an audience that had forgotten it could leave. He took in the scene in a single sweep, the papers on the ground, the phones already raised, the tight controlled stillness of Elara's face that he recognized now as the expression she wore when she was holding something together through sheer will.He looked at Aiden.Aiden l

🌑Elara🌑Monday arrived and Elara with it, walking through the university gates with her bag on her shoulder and her expectations carefully lowered.She had spent the weekend convincing herself things would be better. Quieter. That the story had run its course and people had moved on to something else.She realized within the first five minutes that she had been optimistic.The looks were still there. Subtler than last week, but present, the slight pause in conversations when she passed, the awareness of being seen and categorized and filed away under her, the one Aiden humiliated. She kept her head straight and her pace even and reminded herself that she had survived last week, which meant she could definitely survive this one.She was crossing the main path toward the Humanities block, papers in hand, when she heard his voice."Well, look what we have here."She stopped.Aiden stood directly in her path, four of his friends arranged loosely around him with the comfortable posture

🌑ELARA🌑Saturday arrived like a small mercy.Elara was up before the sun, moving through the quiet house with the practiced efficiency of someone who had learned early that mornings belonged to work. Her parents were already gone by the time she came downstairs ,both worked weekends, which meant the house was hers, and the house being hers meant the responsibilities were too.She cleaned. She cooked. She moved from room to room with her mind carefully blank, which was the only way she knew how to get through tasks when her thoughts were trying to pull her somewhere she didn't want to go.It worked, mostly.Then she sat down with her tea and it stopped working.The week replayed itself without her permission, Julie's voice carrying across the classroom, Aiden's face when he'd looked at her like she was a problem he was bored of, the floor of the Business Administration block, cold and hard beneath her palms. The sound of laughter that had nothing kind in it.She wrapped both hands ar

🌑Lucian🌑Lucian rarely brought things home with him.It was a discipline he had built over years, pack matters stayed in pack territory, coursework stayed in daylight hours, and whatever happened at University A stayed there. He was good at compartmentalizing. He had needed to be.Tonight, something hadn't stayed.He drove the familiar route home with one hand easy on the wheel, the city lights sliding past in streaks, and told himself he was thinking about the pack meeting. The border reports. The agenda his father had sent through that afternoon.He was not thinking about a girl sitting under a tree.Mostly.The Grand Hall was full by the time he arrived.Every bloodline had come, the Ashfords arranged on the left with their characteristic composure, the Blackthorns taking up space on the right the way they always did, the Nightvale representatives quiet at the far end. The long timber table bore the scars of decades of use. Torches burned along the walls. In here, his father kept

🌑ELARA AND LUCIAN 🌑 The room changed the instant he entered it.Not a sound, not a gesture just a shift in the atmosphere, the way pressure drops before a storm. Every person felt it without knowing why, conversations cutting off mid-sentence, postures straightening, eyes dropping to the floor.Lucian crossed the threshold and swept the room once.His gaze landed on Elara first. On the floor, hands pressed flat against the tile, books scattered around her in a wide arc. A split at the corner of her lip. She was breathing in the careful way of someone holding themselves together through sheer refusal to break in front of an audience that had already decided she was entertainment.His gaze moved to Aiden. Just once. Long enough.Then he walked to his desk at the far end of the room, picked up his car keys, and left without a word.The door clicked shut behind him.The room exhaled.Someone laughed, nervous at first, then looser and that was all it took. The tension dissolved into som