Novels by Robelyn Cabahel

1. The EnvelopeAdrian's POVThere were three things I hated.Loud people.Unnecessary questions.And memories.Unfortunately, Lianne Santos seemed determined to challenge all three.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the envelope in my hand. It had been hidden inside the bottom drawer of my desk for almost six years, untouched since the day my father told me to stop looking for answers.The envelope was old, its edges yellowed with time. My name was written across the front in handwriting I recognized immediately.My mother's.For my Adrian.I swallowed hard.I remembered the day she died. I remembered the hospital corridor, the smell of antiseptic, and my father's hand resting heavily on my shoulder as he told me that everything would be different from then on.But I remembered something else, too.Three days before she died, she had called me into her bedroom.She had been tired, but she smiled when I entered.“Adrian, sweetheart, can you promise Mommy something?”I had been t

Part 2: The Secret Between Us 1. The Mysterious NoteI couldn't concentrate.Not on the professor's lecture. Not on the notes I was supposed to be writing. And definitely not on the boy sitting beside me.Some people enter your life because fate has a plan. Others enter because fate is about to take something away.Who wrote that?More importantly, why was it inside my notebook?I glanced at Adrian.He was resting his chin on one hand, staring at the board with an expression that suggested he was actually listening. His other hand held a black pen, which he occasionally spun between his fingers.He looked perfectly innocent.Too innocent.I leaned toward him.“Did you put this in my notebook?”He didn't look at me.“Put what?”I showed him the paper.His fingers stopped moving.For the briefest moment, his expression changed. His jaw tightened, and his eyes dropped to the handwriting.Then he leaned back.“No.”“You're a terrible liar.”“And you're terrible at minding your own busin

Episode 1: The Boy Who Never SmiledPart 1 · A Stranger in the Rain“Do you believe in forever?”That was the first question the stranger asked me while we stood beneath the narrow roof of a coffee shop, watching the rain pour onto the streets.I turned to look at him.He was tall, dressed in a black shirt, and wore a silver watch that caught the light whenever he moved his wrist. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his expression was unreadable. He looked like someone who had everything he could possibly want in life.Yet, somehow, his eyes told a different story.“Depends,” I answered.“On what?”“On the person you're asking.”He looked at me for a moment, as though he were trying to decide whether my answer was worth believing.“What if you love someone with everything you have,” he asked quietly, “but the two of you were never meant to be together?”I blinked.That was an unusually depressing question for a rainy Tuesday morning.I had expected him to ask for the time, direction