Novels by Bryte Writes

The sun had barely set when a knock rattled the wooden door of Isabella’s attic flat above the bakery. She froze mid-step, clutching one twin to her chest while the other slept in the cradle. Her heart pounded. For weeks, she had lived in disguise, under the name Elena, always looking over her shoulder, always expecting danger.This knock was different. Firm. Authoritative.Before she could react, the door opened with a creak, and three men entered, dressed in plain clothes but carrying the unmistakable bearing of royal guards. At their head stood Sir Roland, the King’s most trusted knight.“Your Grace,” he said softly, bowing his head. “We’ve come to take you home.”Isabella’s breath caught. “Home?” she whispered. “No. The palace is not safe. The palace tried to kill me—”Sir Roland shook his head. “The King knows everything now. The poison, Aura’s plots, Lady Miriam’s betrayal. He sent us not to command you, but to protect you. He swore on his crown that no harm will touch you or th

The sun had barely risen when Isabella boarded the early ferry with her twins hidden beneath heavy shawls. She kept her head lowered, her features shaded by a plain scarf. To the ferry’s crew, she was just another weary mother traveling inland, clutching her children too tightly against the morning chill. But inside, her mind was roaring.She had killed Aura.Not because she wanted to, not because she planned to, but because Aura had come for her children and left her no choice. The bruise on her arm throbbed where Aura had grabbed her, and she could still hear the sound of her skull striking the hearth.When the ferry docked in the next city, Isabella didn’t pause. She exchanged her last jewels for cash, bought forged papers under a new name, and rented a small attic flat above a bakery. The twins fussed softly in her arms, but she kissed their heads and whispered promises.“We’ll survive this, my loves. Mama will keep you safe. Even if the whole world turns against us.”She took a j

Aura’s ears had always been quick for favors and whispers. When her spy finally brought a name and an address — Sophia Daniels, a small cottage near the southern quay — her smile went hard like a blade. She booked the next flight without hesitation. This was hers to finish; she would not trust Khalid or any hired hand with the final act.The town welcomed her with damp clouds and gull cries. She moved through the streets like a woman on business, courteous and composed, the exact image of a visiting noble. At dusk, she knocked on the cottage door, holding a small parcel and a practiced expression of sympathy.Inside, Isabella was alone for the moment; the twins slept upstairs, their breaths soft under the thin blanket. She had grown careful in the months since her escape, but the shrine of normalcy she’d built made her vulnerable in a way palace life never had. When the knock came, she wiped her hands on her apron and opened the door.Aura’s smile was warm. “Sophia,” she said, using I

One year later …The sound of typewriters clattering filled the narrow office where Isabella now worked as a secretary. Papers piled high on her desk, telephones rang constantly, and her boss—a demanding but fair businessman—relied heavily on her organization skills.It wasn’t glamorous, but Isabella cherished the job. It kept food on the table and gave her a sense of normalcy. No one there cared about palaces or titles; to them, she was just Miss Daniels, a young mother who was efficient, discreet, and hardworking.Every morning, she left her twins in the care of Mrs. Carter, her kindly neighbor, before walking to the office in her simple skirts and blouses. She’d type letters, arrange meetings, and balance ledgers, often sneaking glances at the framed photograph of Alexander and Amara on her desk. They were her anchor—her reason for everything.For a while, she felt safe. But shadows lurked beyond her fragile peace.*******Back at the KingdomPrince Karl was unraveling. His once-ca

Under the cover of night, Isabella slipped out of the hospital through a side entrance, her hood drawn low over her face. The sympathetic doctor who had helped her escape had arranged everything—a change of clothes, forged travel documents, and a discreet car waiting in the shadows. Her heart pounded with every step. Every echo in the dimly lit corridor felt like the approach of guards. Every shadow seemed to stretch out like the hand of the royal family reaching to pull her back. She pressed a palm to her belly, whispering softly, “Don’t worry, little ones. Mama will protect you.” By dawn, Isabella was already at the borders, disguised as a common traveler. Her once-royal gowns had been traded for a simple cotton dress, her hair hidden beneath a scarf. She carried nothing that could betray her identity—no jewels, no royal insignias, not even her wedding ring, which she left on the hospital bed beside a folded note: Forgive me, Karl. But I must save our children, even if it mea

One of the King’s men rushed in, his face pale. “Your Majesty—Princess Isabella is gone!”The words froze the room. Karl’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Gone? What do you mean gone?”“She vanished from her ward. The window was found open. The bed was empty. No trace of her or the twins.”The King’s fury erupted like a storm. “Impossible! This hospital is surrounded by my guards. No one enters, no one leaves without my command!”Yet the reality stood before them—Isabella was missing, stolen away from under their very noses.Karl’s knees nearly buckled as the truth sank in. His wife. His unborn children. Gone.The King slammed his fist against the wall, his voice booming through the hallways like a war cry. “Seal the city! Find her! Whoever dares touch my blood will wish they were never born!”Aura lowered her eyes, masking the faintest flicker of triumph. Khalid’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his heart pounding—not from guilt, but from anticipation.The royal family had been thr