Novels by Albetros

Author’s POVHer pulse fluttered violently beneath his fingers as Sebastian’s hand tightened around her jaw. The room felt smaller—air thick with the weight of his anger and the storm brewing in his dark eyes. Her lips puckered from the force, trembling slightly, and she could barely breathe. Fear and shock collided inside her chest, freezing her in place.“Think before screaming at me,” he growled, his breath hot against her skin. The sharpness in his tone sliced through the silence, leaving her paralyzed. His fingers dug deeper into her soft skin, and for a fleeting moment, Petal thought she saw something flicker in his gaze—something raw and unspoken behind that rage.But then, as suddenly as it had come, the fire in his eyes dimmed.Sebastian blinked. The world around him shifted. The reality of what he was doing slowly crashed down. The pressure of his grip. The pain in her tearful eyes. The way her body trembled beneath his touch.He froze.For a moment, the room spun in silence

author's POV The air in the room was thick—so dense with Sebastian’s rage that even the silence trembled under its weight. The low hum of the evening outside did nothing to lighten the tension that clung to every molecule around them. The storm in his eyes burned hotter than the dusk’s dying sun. “You can’t get away from me. You are mine,” he roared, his voice breaking through the air with thunderous force. “Why are you not understanding this, *you are mine!*” Petal flinched. Her body trembled as his words crashed down upon her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, cutting through the softness of her face like wet trails of defeat. His hand gripped her jaw so tightly that she could feel her pulse fluttering beneath his fingers. Her lips puckered from the pressure, her breath caught somewhere between fear and shock. “Think before screaming at me,” he growled, his breath hot on her skin. For a moment, time seemed to stop. The reality before her was suffocating—Sebastian, the man sh

author's pov. After savoring the last cold bite of her ice cream, Petal rose slowly from her seat, the chill still tingling on her tongue. The sweetness lingered, though her mind was far from the innocent joy of dessert. She carried the empty bowls to the kitchen, the mundane task a brief respite from the turmoil swirling inside her. Water splashed dully in the sink as she washed each bowl methodically, her hands moving almost mechanically. The clinking of the dishes broke the heavy silence, but inside her, a storm was brewing. Finished, she turned on her heel and headed towards her room, the quiet hallway greeting her like a shadow that stretched long and foreboding. She closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound echoing oddly in the stillness of the space. It was as if sealing herself off from the world outside might offer some protection, some barrier against the tempest that awaited her. But the moment her back was turned, the sight that greeted her sent a sharp

Author’s POVDinner that night carried an air of unspoken tension. Petal descended the staircase slowly, her steps hesitant, her heart still restless after the events of the day. She was angry—angry at herself, at her weakness, at her inability to resist him. How could I give in? she scolded herself silently. How could I be so stupid, letting him touch me like that, letting him get to me? Her cheeks burned with shame at the memory. She had promised herself never to lose control around him, never to show him how much power he truly had over her. Yet, one bold glance, one commanding touch from Sebastian, and all her resolve had crumbled.Downstairs, the warm glow of the chandelier spilled across the dining table where Penelope, her mother, was arranging the last of the dishes. The scent of freshly baked bread, roasted chicken, and herbs wafted through the air, cozy and inviting. Penelope was always meticulous when it came to family dinners—everything had to be perfect. Max, her father,

sebastian's POVAs she thought she was free, I placed my right hand on the wall beside her. She had almost made it out of the room, her footsteps tentative, her expression unreadable, but I couldn’t let her walk away—not yet. With the calculated precision of someone who had rehearsed this moment in his mind a thousand times, I caged her between me and the wall. My arms shot out, placing my hands on either side of her, blocking every possible escape.She froze, her shoulders stiffening as her back met the cold plaster behind her. Then she tried to escape. She attempted to slide down, to slip away from me like water through a sieve. But I was faster. With one swift motion, I caught her waist and held her tightly in one place.Her eyes darted to mine, wide and searching. Desperate, perhaps, for some sign of leniency or compassion. But I gave her none. My stare was steady, calm, and unwavering—the look of a man who had made up his mind. Yet beneath it all, I was maddeningly patient, waiti

Sebastian's POV “Where’s your phone?" I asked, voice low but sharp, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched. Her eyes blinked rapidly, clearly pulled out of whatever daydream or assignment she was lost in. Her delicate fingers twitched, betraying her anxiety. "I said, where's your phone, Petal?" I raised my voice this time. I didn’t mean to shout, but my patience was hanging by a single thread. How could she be so calm when I had spent the entire day in absolute turmoil? "My phone?" she repeated, almost like she hadn’t heard the question the first time. My jaw clenched. I took a breath, not trusting myself to keep calm. "Yes, your phone. Where is it?" My voice was quiet again, but that cold kind of quiet that spoke volumes. She scrambled to look through the mess of her bed. Books were scattered across it in a chaotic layout. A few textbooks with highlighted pages, sticky notes, and her scribbled handwriting in the margins told me she'd actually been working. Tha