Novels by Albetros

Sebastian's POVWe were in the middle of a heated discussion in the living room. Tension hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. My mother, Rebecca, looked furious, her eyes blazing with restrained rage as she folded her arms across her chest."Penelope called me," she began, her voice sharp and accusing, "and was asking, do I even know about your decision? She asked why we didn’t come with you to ask for her daughter’s hand in marriage."I blinked, confused for a moment. My mother wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but today her words felt particularly cutting.She continued coldly.i said "Oh, so Penelope did call. I think maybe when I was talking with Max, she made the call to you."I stood still, trying to hold onto my patience.She raised her voice, "And here our own son, without discussing anything with us, went to her home and fixed his marriage. We are completely unaware of it, and we got informed by an outsider!"She turned and called Penelope an outsider, which m

Sebastian's POVThe shrill sound of my alarm jerked me awake. I groaned and slapped the phone to shut it up. It was too early for stress, and yet here I was, bracing for it. After a quick shower and the usual morning routine, I stood in front of the mirror adjusting the cuffs of my shirt. My reflection stared back—sharp jawline, neatly styled hair, and a tension behind the eyes I couldn't hide.Today was going to be one hell of a day.I sighed, rubbing my temple. The conversation I was about to have with my parents was something I had been mentally avoiding. But it was inevitable. “Why can’t I just get married to my Petal and live a peaceful life?” I muttered to myself. She’s the only person who makes my chaos bearable. The moment I even think about her—those big innocent eyes, her soft voice, that stubborn yet delicate nature—my lips curl into a smile without permission.But my parents wouldn’t take this lightly, especially not the way they found out.I walked downstairs, already men

author's povSebastian pulled into the driveway of the Knight mansion, the roar of his car engine fading into silence as he switched off the ignition. The night was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. It had been a long, exhausting day — physically, mentally, emotionally. He stepped out of the car and shut the door with a thud. The cold night air brushed against his skin, but it didn’t help soothe his burning thoughts.He entered his house with slow, deliberate steps, his polished shoes echoing against the marble floor. The house was dark except for the warm lights glowing softly in the living room. As he passed through the archway, he came to an abrupt halt. His eyes met the expectant gazes of his parents — Steven and Rebecca Knight — seated on the velvet sofa. They looked tired, but their expressions were firm, concerned… and questioning.“Mom? Dad?” he asked, startled. “You guys are still up?”Rebecca didn’t respond immediately, but Steven leaned

author's povpetal laid on the bed, as the guilt rose like bile in her throat, she buried her face into the pillow and screamed silently, her body trembling uncontrollably. No one knew how long she remained like that—curled up, broken, and locked in the invisible cage of her trauma.Meanwhile, Petal lay in her bed, tossing and turning.Her body ached, but it wasn’t from fatigue. Her mind wouldn’t stop. Every time she closed her eyes, she was dragged back into that memory. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat of fear.In her dream, she was trapped again.Pinned. Helpless. Screaming.The moon cast a soft silver glow into the room, illuminating the restless figure lying tangled in her sheets. Petal Viotto twisted in her sleep, her face contorted in distress, her lips murmuring fragmented pleas. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her breathing grew sharp and rapid.“Please… let me go,” she whimpered, caught in the cruel grip of her nightmare. “Don’t touch me… please, I be

Petal's povAs we stepped down the first stair, my father's voice rang sharp and commanding through the corridor, halting us both.“Petal, go to your room. I want to talk with Sebastian.”Relief washed over me like a tidal wave crashing against the jagged rocks of my anxiety. I didn’t even wait to hear Sebastian’s response.“Okay, Father,” I replied, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound composed. I pulled my hand from Sebastian’s grasp.He didn’t stop me this time. His fingers loosened easily, falling away like they were never supposed to hold mine.I turned away, heart pounding, and rushed to my room as if chased by invisible demons. The hallway felt longer than usual, my legs heavier with every step. Once inside, I locked the door, turned off the lights, and collapsed onto the bed. The comforting darkness wrapped around me like a cocoon, yet the silence only made my thoughts louder.I wasn’t hungry. The very idea of food twisted my stomach into knots. He had forced me to e

Petal's povHe broke the hug slowly, his hands still resting firmly on my waist, fingers spread as if claiming possession. He stared at me — not speaking, just watching, like he was trying to read every emotion on my face. There was something obsessive in the way he looked at me. Like he owned me. Like I was his only sanity.And I hated how my heart — my stupid, naive heart — still ached for him. Still wanted to believe he meant his apology.But some part of me knew: this wasn’t love.It was possession.And I was the prize he refused to let go of — even if it meant breaking me to keep me.His eyes bored into mine, unblinking, unreadable, but filled with something I couldn’t quite define—something dark, obsessed. We stood there for a moment, surrounded by silence so thick it could suffocate."Let go of me," I finally whispered, trying to shake off the discomfort crawling up my spine. "You said you wanted to talk with me..." I reminded him, hoping to divert the intensity of the moment.