Novels by Gift hycent

Never in a long time did I think I would get to see Christian, I remember crying my eyes out when he left six years ago without any reason, their family just packed and left the country, and now his eyes are on me with a warm smile on his lips, like everything is fine."Let me help you up, Summer," his hand reaching out towards me. I scowl."Don't even think about it," I grumble. What a disaster. I pick myself up from the floor, dusting off my clothes. My eyes land on Ace staring down at me, his eyes cold and void of emotions,and a flickering of something that just suddenly disappeared, like it was never there. "That's weird," I said."What's weird, don't tell me it's me," Christian asks in confusion."Don't talk to me, you psycho, I wasn't talking to you.""What's wrong with you, pumpkin, it's been so long since we've seen each other, but this wasn't the reaction I wanted from you."I roll my eyes at him. I wonder what's so hard about the words "don't talk to me, you don't understan

SUMMER'S POVMy mind hasn't been at ease since the conversation I overheard on the phone with Ace. Who the heck is he talking to?I know fully well something is going on, but it still feels like I'm chasing an empty wind, getting closer to finding something and watching it spill from my fingers no matter how hard I cling on to it.I still can't wrap my head on how the fuck do I still crave this man. I have everything, I don't lack love, but the way he treats me still doesn't fathom anything to my messed up mind."Walk, Summer, I'm fucking late," he snaps, again pulling me from my thinking state. I swallowed, dragging my aching feet and matching his strides.It still feels like he wants to keep an eye on me on every moment of the day, and that's unsettling because Ace has never been that type of person.He hands a handkerchief to me."Here, take this, wrap your neck up, don't create more trouble for me," he mumbles.I shake my head. I don't want to. You can't keep hurting me and gettin

ACE'S POVSome boundaries aren't meant to be crossed. I know that; at the back of my head, Josh has imprinted it deep into my head: no feelings attached to my sister, stay away.I've kept that promise for a long time. I will just ruin her if I try — that's what I do, destroy things wherever I go. That's why I keep my distance, but—Now I'm rethinking this shit, having her beneath me. I can't unsee it anymore — her touch, her smell. She is slowly driving me insane.And darn, she is still a child. She needs protection away from me, not given to me, to do the opposite. My sanity is slipping, and it's becoming harder to contain the devil from coming out to play.My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me away from my thoughts. I fetch it out, and certainly, who I wasn't expecting — not with the dirty, twisted craving and having for his sister.I clear my throat, picking up the call to my ear. His voice came through the phone, tight with worry."Logan got to the shipment and opened fire. The

"What do you want, Ace?" I mumble, catching the towel from falling to the floor.He opens his eyes slowly, locking his gaze to me without saying a word."Do you pick open a door you gave someone to sleep in? What happened to respecting someone's privacy?""Please take me back home, I don't want to stay here anymore, or I can stay with my brother, my father won't have to know."He bursts out laughing, he stands straight, deliberately taking steps towards me.I step back too, looking around for an exit to run out.His lips curved up in a sinister smile, like he could read my mind, he locks the door, shoving the key into his breast pocket."You broke a rule, you deserve to be punished. I made them for a darn reason, but you decide to be above me, but I will show you who owns the house.""Like you said, my house, my problem, I will do as I like, teaching you some manners my own way, seems you always prove to be stubborn."He grabs my neck, pulling me deep into the room where he wants me,

The early morning sunlight peeks in through the thick curtains. I groan. My body aches even when the queen-size bed is still fucking soft.Maybe because my body hasn't adapted to the new house.My eyes flew open, stretching my body. The sweet scent of breakfast fills the air.I tiptoe to the door, shoving the luggage I still haven't unpacked aside.I run my hands down my hair, detangling the messy bun.I still don't know if I'm ready to face Ace this early morning.But the low rumbling of my stomach makes me think otherwise. I close the door behind me. I cross the room down the hallway.He basically left me to figure my way out yesterday like he's doing me a favour by accommodating me.I follow the smell down to the kitchen. I stop in my tracks when I sight her. I roll my eyes.Gosh, this early morning, I scoff.Dressed in a short gown clinging tightly to her body, Rachael paces around in the kitchen, serving breakfast to the nonchalant Ace, reading a magazine at the dining table.I t

The ride home in his car has been the longest journey I have ever been on. He didn't hesitate to bundle me into his car after he received the call from Dad that I would be staying in his house for two weeks.I haven't said a word to him the whole ride, not because I don't want to, but because I'm scared of saying something that might trigger another outburst from him.Maybe this time he might run the car into another vehicle and claim it was an accident.I don't trust him, certainly not with my life.The car pulls up in front of one of the hotels he owns, and I'm not wrong when I guess he lives in the penthouse suite.He steps out, handing the car keys to the chauffeur standing there.I didn't need anyone to tell me he obviously wasn't going to ask me to get out of the car.At any slightest opportunity he gets, he might send me along with the car to a trolley company, and I'm not risking that.I hurry after him, tagging along behind his long strides like a lost puppy with every step h