Novels by Sodhaevil

Claudia POVThis can't be; how can Amelia be pregnant for the boss? No, I can't let this happen. I can't let her give birth to those children, or else everything is over, and Liam won't be mine."Hello," Claudia dialed a number with murder on her mind."I have a job for you, and this time you can't mess up," Claudia tells the person on the line."Amelia, I promise you, your end is near," Claudia smirks.Liam organized a party to announce the good news of his babies' arrival and also proposed to Amelia at the party."I can't wait for tonight," Liam tells Elliot."Yeah, I can't wait to see you on your knees saying, 'Will you marry me?'" Elliot mocked, making Liam playfully hit him with a pillow."Will you marry me?" Elliot continued teasing Liam as he chased him with a pillow.Elliot ran fast as Liam chased him from behind, and he threw the pillow at Elliot, but he dodged it, causing it to hit Amelia from behind."Hey, be careful!" Amelia yelled at him."Are you okay?" Elliot asked."Ye

Liam opened his eyes, and relief washed over him when he saw his stepbrother lying lifeless on the ground, soaked in his own blood."Yes, I didn't miss my target," a guy said from behind, and Liam's eyes brightened when he recognized Elliot's voice."Elliot!" Liam called out to his real brother, who had shot his stepbrother from behind, just as the police officers started chasing the goons."Hey, love, your real brother is here to save you," Elliot sheepishly smiled, having overheard everything Liam's stepbrother had said."You," Liam chuckled but immediately remembered Amelia."Amelia!" He rushed over to her and carried her up."Let's take her to the hospital quickly," Liam said, and with Amelia in his arms, he and Elliot ran out.They arrived at the hospital, and Amelia was immediately taken to the operating room to remove the bullet."She's gonna be fine," Elliot assured Liam, who was praying silently."I pray so," Liam muttered.The doctor emerged from the room, and Liam approache

Liam was informed that his mother had already passed away before reaching the hospital, and this news filled him with rage."Did the kidnappers send you any message, Mr. Scott?" asked the police officer while Liam and Elliot were at the police station.All attention shifted to Liam's phone when it suddenly started ringing."It's probably the kidnappers," Elliot remarked, taking the phone from Liam and putting it on speaker."You're the well-known billionaire, Liam Scott," a mysterious male voice declared, receiving no response. The police immediately began tracking the caller's location."Who is this?" Liam engaged the person in conversation to help the police trace him."I know you have the police tracking my location right now," the caller said, leaving everyone shocked. Liam scanned the area for potential eavesdroppers."No need for that. If you ever want to see your little girlfriend again, you will come alone to the address I just sent you," the caller threatened, and a message w

It had been weeks since Amelia moved out of Liam's mansion. During this time, they had grown even closer and had shared an intimate night together when they were both drunk.Liam was relaxing on the couch in Amelia's apartment while she busied herself in the kitchen."What are you up to there?" Liam asked, curious about her prolonged kitchen activity."I'm making Korean corn dogs!" Amelia exclaimed with excitement."Really? Let me see," Liam said, standing up and heading towards the kitchen."No, no, no," Amelia protested, trying to block his path into the kitchen."Why not, Teddy?" Liam chuckled, trying to sneak a peek at what she was cooking."Please, Liam, just leave," Amelia pleaded, but he playfully held onto her waist."You know I love it when you call me by my name," Liam said with a smile, using his hand to caress her cheek. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her bite her lip."You look sexy when you bite your lips," Liam whispered into her ear, causing Amelia to le

The revelation of Amelia's plans to move into her own apartment hit me like a bolt of lightning, jolting me out of my anger-induced haze. The weight of my assumptions and misplaced expectations began to settle heavily upon my shoulders. I had let my insecurities and resentment blind me to the truth, tarnishing what could have been a joyous celebration.The realization dawned on me that Amelia had never intended to undermine our relationship or belittle my role in her life. Instead, she saw me as a friend and valued my support and kindness. The magnitude of my overreaction became painfully apparent, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret for my actions.Amelia's eyes searched mine, filled with concern and confusion. I took a moment to collect my thoughts, realizing that I needed to apologize for my behavior and the hurtful words I had hurled at her. It was time to rectify the situation and salvage what remained of the evening."I'm sorry, Amelia," I finally managed to say,

Liam’s PerspectiveI felt a gentle touch on my cheek, accompanied by a tender voice calling my name. Tears welled up in my eyes, defying my efforts to hold them back. My mom was finally here, by my side. I wished my dad could be here too.But as her voice filled my ears, memories of the past flooded my mind, bringing forth a sudden wave of resentment towards my mom. How could I forget? She was the one who shattered my childhood, leaving my dad and me behind to suffer. I shouldn't be feeling happy to see her."You're not my son! I'll never be your son!" I yelled out suddenly, caught up in the overwhelming frustration that resonated in my voice. My mom seemed taken aback by my outburst, and I could see the pain in her eyes. But I refused to let it show that her presence affected me. How could I forgive her for abandoning us years ago, starting a new family?"Whose son?" a voice came from behind, jolting me back to reality. I glanced over at my mom, still unconscious. It was all in my he

As the morning sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, Ashley stirred from her slumber, her movements slow and languid as she stretched beneath the covers. With a soft yawn escaping her lips, she blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the gentle light that flooded the room.As her vision cleared, Ashley’s gaze fell upon Thorian, his form nestled beside her in peaceful repose. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him sleep, his features softened by the morning light.But as she shifted beneath the blanket, the realization of their nakedness washed over her, sending a flush of warmth to her cheeks. Hastily pulling the covers closer to her body, she glanced down, a blush staining her cheeks as she took in the intimate scene.Gently tapping Thorian’s shoulder, she whispered his name, her voice soft and barely audible amidst the quiet of the morning.“Yes, darling,” Thorian groaned in response, his arms instinctively tightening around her as he

As Ashley and Thalia descended, Ashley’s heart pounded with adrenaline, her instincts kicking in as she maneuvered through the air with precision. With a surge of determination, she increased her speed, reaching out to catch Thalia before they hit the ground.Time seemed to slow as Ashley’s arms enveloped Thalia, her grip firm yet gentle as she cushioned their descent. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, but Ashley remained focused, her priority ensuring Thalia’s safety above all else.As the dust settled around them, revealing Ashley cradling Thalia in her arms, the onlookers gasped in awe and disbelief. Thorian, his heart racing with fear, was the first to reach them, his concern etched into his features as he approached.“Are you okay, Ashley?” he asked, his voice filled with urgency as he surveyed her for any signs of injury. Ashley managed a weak smile, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nodded in reassurance.Fenrisa and Thalassa arrived next, their expressions a

clatter of trays and the murmur of conversation providing the backdrop to their lunchtime rendezvous. Alarina dipped a fry into a dollop of ketchup as she leaned across the table, her eyes fixed on Ashley with an eager curiosity. “So, tell me about your first night in the royal house,” she prompted, her tone filled with anticipation.Ashley, lost in thought, absentmindedly twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. Memories of the previous evening flooded her mind, causing a soft smile to tug at the corners of her lips. “It was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.Alarina arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. “Oh, come on,” she teased, nudging Ashley playfully with her elbow. “Don’t leave me hanging. I want all the juicy details.”Ashley let out a soft sigh, her cheeks flushing pink at the memory. “Well, maybe it was…” she admitted, a shy smile tugging at her lips.Before she could elaborate further, their conversation was

Without hesitation, Ashley reached out a hand to Thalia, offering her support and solidarity in the face of adversity. Thalia looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude as she tentatively accepted Ashley’s gesture of kindness.With a gentle touch, Ashley helped Thalia to her feet, her expression firm yet compassionate. The surrounding students watched in silence, their earlier hostility now replaced by curiosity and uncertainty.“Are you okay?” Ashley asked softly, her concern evident as she glanced at the milkshake splattered across Thalia’s clothes. Thalia nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper as she struggled to compose herself in the aftermath of the ordeal.Turning her attention to the other students, Ashley’s gaze hardened as she addressed them with a steely resolve. “This behavior is unacceptable,” she declared, her voice carrying an air of authority that demanded attention. “Thalia is a fellow student, and she deserves to be treated with respect

The tension hung heavy in the air like a suffocating blanket, wrapping around the scene where two women, mirror images of each other, stood facing off. One woman was confined within the dilapidated confines of a cage, her clothing in tatters and her appearance worn and ragged. Despite her frailty, there was a certain fire in her eyes, a determination that belied her physical state.The other woman, standing outside the cage, exuded an air of confidence and superiority. Her features mirrored those of the woman within, but where one was downtrodden, the other was poised and composed. A smirk played at the corners of her lips, a silent acknowledgment of her advantage in this confrontation."You," rasped the elderly woman from within the cage, her voice barely more than a whisper. Despite her feeble appearance, there was a strength in her gaze as she locked eyes with her counterpart."Yes, Amanda Blackwood," the queen mother replied, her tone steady and unwavering. The name she spoke belo

On a dark night enveloping the kingdom in a shroud of mystery, Thorian's mother, the queen, took a solitary stroll, her footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls of the palace. The night seemed to hold its breath as she made her way towards the dungeon, the only sounds the faint rustle of her garments and the distant howl of the wind.Unbeknownst to her, she was not alone in the darkness. A figure trailed behind her, silent and watchful, causing a prickling sensation to crawl up her spine. Instinctively, she turned, her heart leaping into her throat at the sight of Ashley standing there, illuminated by the pale moonlight."Oh my goodness," the queen mother exclaimed, a gasp escaping her lips as she clutched at her chest, her pulse racing with fear.Ashley raised an eyebrow, her expression one of genuine curiosity as she approached the queen mother with cautious steps. "Apologies, mother, but did I startle you?" she inquired politely, her voice laced with concern.Rolling her ey

Riley’s POVThe club was a pulsing, living thing—strobe lights slicing through thick clouds of smoke and perfume, bass so deep it rattled my ribcage, bodies grinding on the dance floor like they were trying to disappear into each other. Everyone wore masks: glittering Venetian styles, feathered half-faces, sleek black dominoes that turned strangers into shadows. Perfect for hiding. Perfect for hunting.We’d arrived as a group of eight—me, two other girls (Jade and Mara, both higher-ranked wild cats who actually knew how to play this game), and four guys including Anthony. All of us dressed to blend: sleek black dresses for the girls, tailored suits for the boys, masks that made us look like we belonged in this glittering underworld instead of being the intruders we were.Anthony pulled us into a shadowed alcove just inside the entrance, voice low under the thumping music.“You all know what to do,” he said, eyes scanning each of us. “Scatter. Act like you belong. Don’t forget to stay

Riley’s POV“No, no, no—I can’t do this.”The words tumbled out of me the second the door to my room clicked shut behind us. I paced the small space like a trapped animal, hands shaking at my sides. Skylar sat cross-legged on the edge of my bed, watching me with wide eyes. Quinn leaned against the wall, arms folded, looking way too amused for the panic clawing up my throat.“What do you mean you can’t do this?” Skylar asked, head tilting. “Girl, you should be happy. You just got the spot of the top seductress. You literally kicked Amy off her throne.”Quinn smirked, pushing off the wall and standing up straight. “You should’ve seen the look on Amy’s face. Gosh, she looked like she was about to faint when they called your name. Priceless.”They both laughed—light, easy, like this was some kind of victory party. I stopped pacing and stared at them. How were they laughing? How were they okay with any of this? I’d only been here a few months and every day felt like drowning slower than th

Riley’s POVI woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck—every muscle heavy, bruised, sore in places I didn’t even know could ache that badly. My eyelids felt glued shut, but I forced them open anyway, blinking against the soft gray light filtering through the heavy curtains. The room smelled like him: cedar, gun oil, sweat, and something darker, something that still clung to my skin no matter how many times I tried to wash it off.I shifted, trying to sit up.A thick arm banded around my waist instantly, iron-tight, yanking me back down against a hard, warm chest.“Don’t go,” Armani’s voice rasped, low and rough from sleep, right against my ear.My heart stuttered. I already knew it was him—only he held me like he owned every inch of space my body occupied.“Will you let go of me?” I muttered, wiggling against him in a half-hearted attempt to break free.Big mistake.The movement dragged my bare ass right along the length of him. He groaned—deep, guttural, vibrating through my back

Armani’s POVI crashed my mouth against hers like I could force every jagged word she’d just screamed back down her throat. Like if I kissed her hard enough, deep enough, I could erase the way she’d said she wished she was ash. Erase the gun I’d thrown across the room. Erase the fucking tears burning holes in my skin where they touched.She bit me.Hard.Teeth sank into my bottom lip until copper flooded my tongue—sharp, metallic, real. Pain lanced straight through the haze of rage and hurt churning in my chest, and for one stupid second I almost smiled against her mouth.Because she was still fighting.Even now. Even pinned under me, sobbing, shaking, hating me with every fiber—she still had teeth.I didn’t pull away.I pressed harder instead. Let her taste the blood she drew. Let her feel how I didn’t flinch. My hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, holding her exactly where I wanted her while my tongue pushed past the sting and claimed what she

Riley’s POVFor the first time in what felt like forever, sleep actually felt safe.No nightmares clawing at the edges. No phantom gunshots. No triplets lurking in the corners of my mind. Just darkness—soft, heavy, merciful. I curled tighter into the pillow, nuzzling deeper, chasing that rare, fragile peace. Except… the pillow was wrong. Too firm. Too warm. Too alive.Something—someone—breathed against the back of my neck. Slow. Deliberate. Hot.My eyes snapped open.Armani was right there.Lying beside me, propped on one elbow, staring down with that slow, vicious smirk that always made my stomach knot and twist in ways I hated admitting.“What the fuck,” I hissed, jerking upright so fast the room spun. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.He laughed—low, dark, amused—and rolled onto his knees. Then he crawled forward. Over me. Caging me beneath him without even touching me yet.My pulse roared in my ears. “What the

The fight started the second Serial stepped fully onto the mat.She moved like a predator—fast, precise, no wasted motion. Riley raised her fists, trying to find her center, but her body betrayed her immediately. The limp made her stance uneven; every shift of weight sent fresh pain spiking up her leg. Serial didn’t hesitate.The first strike came as a jab to Riley’s ribs. She blocked—barely—but the force rattled her teeth. Serial followed with a hook that clipped Riley’s jaw, snapping her head to the side. Blood bloomed inside her mouth.“Fight back, 100!” Serial snarled, circling. “Or is running all you know how to do?”Riley ducked the next punch, weaving left, but Serial anticipated it. A knee drove into Riley’s midsection, folding her in half. Air whooshed out of her lungs. She staggered, gasping.Lucas frowned from the edge of the mat. “Serial. Enough. Let her get up.”Serial ignored him, landing an open-palm strike to Riley’s shoulder that spun her halfway around.“Continue,” A

The rain didn’t stop. It poured like the sky itself had split open, washing the world in silver and shadow. The road ahead was empty, or so it seemed, until the headlights caught them—dark figures emerging from the mist like phantoms. A line of cars blocked the narrow lane, black and slick with rain, and in the center of it all stood the man Liam had been running from. The boss. His umbrella tilted in the storm, his suit immaculate despite the weather. Around him, his goons fanned out like wolves—guns at their sides, eyes cold. Liam braked hard, the tires screaming against wet asphalt. The boy stirred in the backseat, a whimper caught in his throat. Sophia’s breath hitched as her eyes locked on the figures outside. “They found us,” she whispered. Liam’s jaw tightened. “I know.” The boss stepped forward, his shadow long beneath the headlights. He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. “You’ve made a mess, Liam.” The rain dripped from Liam’s hair as he stepped out, the

The night was thick and restless, the kind that made even the trees whisper secrets. Outside, the wind howled against the old house like a warning, but inside, the air was too still—too calculated. The lights were off. The door was bolted. Every window locked.Liam sat on the edge of the couch, his jaw tight, his fingers tapping the armrest with a rhythm that betrayed his unease. A small duffel bag rested at his feet—half-packed, waiting. Upstairs, the boy slept, unaware of the storm that brewed outside and the one ready to explode inside these walls.Sophia—Elizabeth—hovered in the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest. She had been watching him for the last ten minutes, watching the way his eyes darted toward the clock, the way his shoulders twitched at every distant sound. Something was wrong. Very wrong.“Why is the door locked?” she asked finally, her voice steady but quiet.He didn’t look at her. “Because it needs to be.”“That’s not an answer.”Liam finally rose, the tension

Liam’s povI woke up before dawn, long before the house stirred. The air outside was damp, the kind of heavy mist that clung to your skin like a secret. Today was going to be different. Today, I was going to give her what she wanted—or at least, a piece of it.She had been restless these past few days, eyes flicking to the door like a trapped bird that had already mapped the sky beyond its cage. Sophia—no, Elizabeth, my Elizabeth—kept talking about him. Her son. Our son. She still refused to admit it, but that didn’t matter. Truth doesn’t need belief to exist. I had the proof. The DNA test sealed it, but even without that, I would have known. I saw myself in that boy’s face.I decided today I’d surprise her. I’d bring him to her. Maybe then she’d stop looking at me like I was a stranger. Maybe then she’d remember we were once a family—broken, yes, but real.The plan was simple: pick him up from school, bring him home for a few hours, let her see him, touch him, remind her of what we s

Neon walked down the narrow street with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, head low against the crisp morning wind. The city was just waking up—bakeries lifting their shutters, children trailing their mothers toward school, the distant hum of cars starting their day. He wasn’t supposed to be here, not on this side of town. But something had been gnawing at him for days. Liam.Liam had been acting strangely—vanishing for hours without explanation, returning with that cold, unreadable expression that even the boss sometimes struggled to decipher. And Neon, being one of the few who had worked with Liam long enough to notice the cracks in his mask, couldn’t shake the itch that something wasn’t right.As he rounded the corner, his eyes caught a familiar figure at the far end of the street.Liam.Neon slowed his steps, instinctively melting into the shadow of a shop awning. Liam didn’t notice him; his gaze was fixed ahead as he walked with that same calm, predatory stride he alway

The silence stretched for a few seconds longer before Sophia stood from behind the couch, brushing the dust from her skirt. Her face was pale, her jaw tight, eyes blazing as they fixed on Liam. “What was that?”Liam shut the door fully, turned the lock, and leaned against it for a moment. “That,” he said quietly, “was me keeping you alive.”She let out a sharp laugh, bitter and hollow. “Alive? You mean hiding me like a ghost? When I was with Leon, I was fine. I was breathing, I was living, I was okay. And now—now you dragged me back into this,” she gestured at the locked door, the walls, the whole suffocating air of the place. “Your world of secrets and locked doors and watching shadows.”Liam pushed away from the door, his steps measured as he came to the couch and sat down, picking up the bag of chips left on the table from earlier. He took one, bit into it like nothing in the world had just happened, and looked up at her. “Why didn’t you tell me about our son?”The words stopped he

The sharp chime of the doorbell shattered the rare silence in the house.Sophia—no, Elizabeth—looked up from where she sat on the couch, a faint crease forming between her brows. Liam’s entire body went still. It was only a moment, but she caught it: the way his shoulders tensed, the flicker of annoyance—and something else—in his eyes.Again, the bell rang. Persistent. Urgent.“Who’s that?” she asked, her voice even, though her fingers clutched the edge of the blanket on her lap. “Are you not going to open it?”Liam was already moving toward her, his steps quick, deliberate. “Get up,” he said, too low, too sharp.She blinked. “Excuse me?”“Upstairs. Now.”Her frown deepened. “Why?”The bell rang again, this time followed by the faint knock of knuckles on the wooden frame. Whoever was outside wasn’t planning to leave.Liam’s jaw clenched as he turned to look at her fully. “Because I said so,” he snapped, then forced a breath, his tone softening unnaturally. “Please, Sophia. Just this o