Novels by JoAnDi17

After that, he was out of the room, slamming the door in process, I got out of the bed and though shaken up, made my way to a door. Opening it, I was thankful it was a bathroom. I slumped on the tiled floor and cried my heart out.Why would he be like that?Why would he be so gentle and caring for a while then stone cold harsh the next minute?I got really scared.I raised my hands to my face but they were trembling non-stop. With a body quaking in tremors, I stood up and set myself on the shower, not bothering to undress. I let the cold water run over me ruining my dress, wishing it would also wash away the memories of the brutality on him. But who am I kidding. I know he can be more vicious than that. I saw it. I felt it.Abruptly, I felt numb. And I'm honestly not sure if this was due to the cold water or maybe my body was just exhausted with all the tension and emotions rolled up on me. I don’t know anymore. I released a deep sigh looking up for my face to meet the rushing water.

Trisha's POVHe stopped kissing me when his driver told us we arrived at his house or rather his mansion which is quite large for someone who’s living alone. I was too embarrassed to even thank his driver because I forgot he was there with us and I got lost in our moment of passion. He guided me on the grand staircase leading to numerous rows of rooms. And I wondered why he lives in a house this big.He escorted me to a room at the end of the hallways on the second floor. I felt panic slightly grip me. He opened the door and I saw nothing but darkness.Just one night.I told myself.Just when I stepped on the obscurity of the room, I felt his presence behind me so close. I tensed when I almost sensed his heat behind me. I quickly whipped my head around and felt panic slightly gripped me. “What?” The way he talks now would nearly make me think if the incident in the car a while ago really happened. He gave off the impression of a hard stone cold man.I moved my eyes away from him and

As Sebastian walked through the exit of the hotel, he was annoyed by the way Trisha kept hitting his back with her little hands. She seemed physically incapable of inflicting him pain but she tried anyway.Silently, Sebastian reflected on his strange reaction when he saw her standing on the stage. As he watched her, her expression had been completely irresistible. With her, wearing that red long tempting gown, he longed to run his hand on the curves and edges that were calling for his touch. Then, he'll unwrap her from the barrier like a present on Christmas Day. And he'll take his sweet time revealing every inch and corner she has to offer even unwillingly. Slowly brush her hair from the and let it fall over her shoulders showcasing the waves of dark blonde and perhaps play with the locks of it.Those crimson lips that left him wanting to taste with his tongue over her mouth tasting it over and over and over again until her lipstick tainted his own. He wanted her writhing from his de

Standing in the stage with the crowd watching you is something I am not very fond of. Since grade school, I like fading on the background. But then, I learned that you cannot stay invisible for the rest of your life. Somehow, people will notice you.And now, that being a part of me and something I still feel, I do not have the choice. I mean I do have it but right now, I am desperate and will do anything to get something that will help me with the problem I have. Except maybe of course being owned by Sebastian Lord.The lights inside the ballroom turned off and spotlight pointed on the person of the bidding.Yes, people. Human auction.There is nothing wrong with this event of course because it's for the charity. That's what I told my self many times. The only thing that is not setting well with me is being one of the persons to be auctioned.I can refuse the organizer, my cousin, but then, after the last meeting with the heartless Sebastian, I have to take action and get all the poss

He smiled and took my cup sipping slowly. I ran my tongue over my lips.Indirect kiss.Damn! I shouldn't be thinking about such things. I desperately looked away."Trisha, are you there?", William's muffled sound falls into my ear like a far away music on the background." Y-yeah. I'm still here". My nerves run wild with his presence."Are you busy?", sadness now evident on him. I felt myself softens towards him." N-", I didn't get the chance to finish my word because I felt a tug on my hand finding it was already trapped on his big one. He was busy eating my cake, I mean, the cake I have ordered. But his touch does wonders on my system. My blood almost run wild.---He's so tall and handsome as hellHe's so bad but he does it so well---The background music playing on the coffee shop made it perfect described him. He's handsome as hell with his black sweater shirt on. He looks fresh and devilishly delicious."Trisha?", the man on the my phone made me think of what we're talking about

CHAPTER 5I can almost taste him controlling himself not to kiss or touch me more than as what he had at the moment. He rubbed his cheek against mine very slowly.I stared up at the ceiling trying to figure out what should I do next."Then stop. Stop this if it's making you do bad things. If it's making you bad, just stop", my eyes never left the ceiling as I breathed those words for his ears only.He stopped rubbing his cheek and leveled his face on me. I courageously met his stone-cold eyes. Deep blue like the ocean we used to stay for summer vacation. So blue that every time I stare at them, I can feel myself drown on his depth. So deep that it can swallow me whole to the point of not being able to get one's self back on the surface.He ran a finger on my face. Roaming his eyes with it." Stop?", he asked. "I can't""Why?""Because I can't"I tensed up when he started to run his fingers on my shoulder and arm. My breath hitched and the hair on the back of my neck stood high."You s

The next morning dawned gray and hollow, clouds stretched thin across the sky like a veil that dimmed the light. The streets were subdued after the night’s panic; doors stayed shut, curtains drawn, as though the people of Black Hollow believed silence might keep the howls at bay.Evelyn walked with purpose through the quiet town, her boots striking against cobblestones that echoed too loudly in the hush. She hadn’t slept, not really. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the howl reverberating through her bones, or felt the searing pull of her mark. But exhaustion couldn’t drown her need for answers.The truth was here, buried beneath years of half-whispered legends and careful omissions. If the townsfolk wouldn’t speak it, she would drag it into the light herself.The sheriff was already at his office when she pushed the door open. He sat slumped at his desk, dark circles carved under his eyes, a cup of black coffee cooling untouched. The sight of her seemed to drain what little

The howl rolled across Black Hollow like thunder given voice. It wasn’t just sound—it was vibration, a low, guttural resonance that shook through the bones of every house and every person within the town. Windows rattled, lantern glass hummed, and the ground seemed to quiver beneath Evelyn’s boots.The silence that followed was worse. For a heartbeat, the town seemed to hold its breath, waiting for another cry, waiting to see if it was real. Then, as if a spell broke, doors burst open, lanterns flared to life, and the streets filled with the frightened.Mothers pulled children tight against their skirts. Old men clutched rifles with trembling hands. The sheriff’s deputies, sleep-rumpled and pale, tried to form some kind of order but were ignored by the rushing tide of people. The air was a tangle of voices—shouted questions, muttered prayers, angry whispers.“The Hollow Beast!” someone cried from the back of the gathering crowd.“No—no, it’s the wolves again!” another voice answered, t

The walk back into town felt longer than it should have, as if every step pressed her deeper into the weight of everything she’d uncovered. Evelyn’s chest still burned faintly where the mark throbbed beneath her skin. Her senses had sharpened again, picking up the rustle of sparrows in the branches, the faint crunch of gravel beneath boots even before she looked back and saw Jonah, Rowan, and Kael trailing her like sentinels.She stopped just at the edge of the cobblestone main road and turned to face them. “Enough.”Jonah’s jaw clenched, but his concern was written across his face. “Evelyn, after what happened last night—”“I don’t need guards,” she snapped, sharper than she intended. Her voice softened a fraction. “I need space. I need time to think. Please… just let me have that.”Rowan raised a skeptical brow, leaning against the hitching post with an ease that belied the tension around him. “Space is one thing. Walking straight back into the lion’s den without protection is anoth

The church bells tolled at dawn, their mournful clang echoing through Black Hollow like a death knell. The sound carried on the crisp air, tugging Evelyn from the half-sleep she had finally drifted into. Her body still ached from the night before—her muscles sore, her mark tender, her thoughts fogged with exhaustion. But the moment she heard the bells, she knew.Another death.Jonah was already lacing his boots by the cabin door, his face grim. Rowan leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed, his eyes shadowed with the heaviness of inevitability. Kael stood like stone in the corner, his gaze locked on Evelyn as though waiting for her to break again.She forced herself upright, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. “Who is it this time?” Her voice came out raw, too tight, too tired.“Local boy,” Rowan muttered, his tone flat. “Young. Went into the woods last night. Never came back.”Her stomach twisted. Another body. Another life torn apart—and still, the town blamed wolve

The first thing Evelyn felt was warmth. Not the feverish burn of the mark that had tormented her all night, but a steady, enveloping heat that pulsed like a hearth fire. Her cheek rested against something solid, her body cocooned in strength. For a fleeting moment she thought she was safe, that the nightmare had finally ended.Then memory crashed into her.The growls. The fire under her skin. The silver in her vision. Her own voice snarling like a beast.Her eyes flew open.The cabin glowed faintly with dawnlight, dust motes drifting lazily in golden shafts that cut through the shutters. Her body ached everywhere, her muscles limp as though she had fought battles in her sleep. She blinked up—and froze.Kael’s arms were wrapped around her, his chest rising and falling beneath her cheek. His face hovered close, strands of dark hair falling across his brow. His eyes were closed, but even in sleep his features were taut, as though ready to snap awake at the slightest disturbance. The fain

The cabin was no longer quiet.It trembled under the storm building between the three men, every breath charged with violence. Kael’s fangs hovered just above Evelyn’s skin, his silver eyes blazing with an unearthly fire. His growl had deepened into a thunderous rumble, vibrating through the floorboards.Jonah raised his rifle higher, jaw clenched tight. “Let her go, Kael!”Rowan’s crossbow aimed straight for Kael’s chest, finger tense on the trigger. “You’ve lost control. Release her before you regret it.”But Evelyn could hardly hear them. The fire in her mark had spread through her entire body, an inferno beneath her skin. Her heart hammered so violently she thought it would shatter her ribs. Her senses were no longer her own—she could hear the faint crackle of embers as though it were thunder, smell the sweat and fear rolling off Jonah, taste the metallic tang of Kael’s growl vibrating in the air.She wanted him. Needed him. His touch was the only thing anchoring her as her humani