Novels by Esty Olie

Chapter 4~ Natalie ~The door burst open hard enough to rattle the windows — and me.Allie stormed in. The dreamy smile was gone. Her robe hung half-tied, her face was blotchy with tears and anger, and she walked straight past me to her suitcase and started throwing clothes into it."Allie?" I sat up fast. "What are you doing?""Leaving." Her voice was rough from crying. "Tonight. Right now. I'm getting out of this house.""Wait… just breathe for a second…""Breathe?" She spun on me. "I slept with a stranger who let me believe he was someone else, Natalie! Do you have any idea how that feels?""I know. I know, but…""You don't know!" She slammed her makeup bag into the suitcase. "I put on lace. I walked to his room like a lovesick fool. And the whole time — the whole time — he knew exactly what I thought, and he said nothing." Her voice cracked. "He let me embarrass myself for fun. That's all I am to people like this. Fun.""Allie, it's one in the morning…""I'll get an Uber to the g

Chapter 3~ Natalie ~"Happy Winter Solstice to me," I whispered to my own blurred reflection.The door opened behind me.I spun around, quickly wiping my eyes. Allie stood in the doorway, dripping wet, a towel knotted over her lingerie and a dreamy smile on her face."Oh my God, Natalie." She leaned against the door and sighed. "He's incredible. We talked forever — and then he excused himself for a while, and when he came back he'd changed his clothes. Showered, even. He smelled different, new cologne, which was a little strange? But I figured he wanted to impress me. And then we got in the pool, and..." She bit her lip. "He invited me to his bedroom."The floor tilted under me. "He what?""I know!" She was glowing. Actually glowing. "We only met eight hours ago and there's already this pull between us. Like gravity." She crossed to her suitcase and started digging through it. "Where's my black lace set? A broke girl and a billionaire's son — this is the plot of every novel I've ever

Chapter 2~ Natalie ~Nikolai Wellington walked across the wide entry hall toward us, and even half-asleep under her blanket of pills, my wolf lifted her head and stared at him.At a human. At a rock-throwing, motorcycle-riding human.‘That's not possible,’ I told her. ‘We don't feel things for humans. That's not how it works.’She kept staring anyway.Up close, he was worse. Dark blue eyes that locked on mine and would not let go. A strong, sharp jaw. And on his temple, an angry red mark exactly the size of the stone I'd thrown.His heartbeat was slow. Steady. Curious.t."Nikolai, come meet your future..." Jeremy paused, clearly working out our strange family tree, "...step-aunty." He laughed at his own joke. "This is Natalie, Fanny's step-sister. And her friend Allie."Nikolai said nothing. The silence stretched until it hurt."We've met," he said at last. His voice was low and rough. His eyes dropped to my shoulder — the exact spot where his stone had hit me — then came back up to

Chapter 1~ Natalie ~There are two rules for a werewolf hiding among humans.Rule one: never draw attention.Rule two: never, ever throw a rock at one of them.In my defense, he threw it first."Read the address again," I said.Allie held up my phone and squinted at it. "Forty-four Crescent Row, Wellington Heights. Same as the last five times you asked."I stood beside my old Honda and stared down the street. At the end of it sat a mansion so big it could swallow my whole apartment building. Green lawns. Tall iron gates. A family crest on every gate — a stag's head with crossed pine branches behind it.This was a rich people's street. Old money. The kind of people who hired girls like me to clean their houses and forgot our names by dinner.And my step-sister was supposedly living here.Eighteen months ago, my step-sister Fanny and I packed two bags, bought fake papers, and ran. We changed our names. We changed our numbers. We swallow little white pills every morning — pills that kee