Novels by Habi

My eyes have been shut this whole time that when I open them I realize none of this makes sense but I don’t even care. I get off him and kiss him so hard I’m sure I left a bruise somewhere. I finally allow us to breathe. “I’m so sorry baby.” I whisper whilst hugging him. “Shh..” he says and rubs my back. I step away and he wipes my tears. “I know you have many questions.” He says whilst holding my waist. I nod with snot probably coming out of my nose. “Ask.” He says. He’s trying to distract me. “How are you here.. the letter! Your silence on the phone? London?” I speak without thinking . “Michale called yesterday. He told me he didn’t want to tell me about your wedding but I told him we already met and you told me about it. He then told me it’s happening today but I still didn’t want to bother. I had concluded that I’d kill myslef the day you get married. So I was prepared until he told me the kind of danger you might be in and I immediately got on the plane. The only

“I’m so sorry Leo.” I say but he ignores me and I can see his heart shattering. I know how much he loved his sister even though he loved to pretend otherwise. I then look at Luca who seems to be staring at Isabel like he’s in a trance. He’s not even crying. There’s not even tears. He’s just staring at her. I sit flat on the floor between the two dead bodies whilst the war outside is still happening so it’s not like I can go anywhere. Elena suddenly calls my name but I’m too shocked to look at her. She shows up in front of me and hands me the same envelope that mom gave her. I take it from her and open it. I look down first because I want to see who it’s from, this is not the time. I see the name Kane there and I immediately start to get the most painful headache ever. I close my eyes and I could swear I’m in a trance where all I’m seeing are memories. They're all coming back. Rune was my stepbrother. Leonard killed him. I loved Kane alot and I also loved Rune a lot. Emaine

I sigh when I realize Michael and I have walked past half of the aisle and look up. I finally have eye contact with Leonard and the way he looks at me makes me want to drop my gaze back down. He looks amazing in his black suit. His hair is slicked back as well and he’s carved his beard. He’s staring at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen and that makes me smile. We finally reach the small stairs and Michael untangles his hand from mine. I see him glare at Leonard before he lets me go and I walk up the stairs. I stand right in front of Leonard. He's on the right side whilst I’m on the left. The priest is in the middle. My girls are behind me and vice versa with Leonard’s men. I so badly want to ask Shannon where Emaine is but I don’t think it’s appropriate. I hear some whispers whilst I’m up here but I can’t hear what their saying. Everyone sits down and I finally hear someone say that it’s not right for my mom to be here but the king's mother isn't. I snort and Leonard rai

One week later I’ve been thinking about Kane and I’s conversation all day and my heart feels like it's exploding every time. I don’t know whether it’s the memories of my past that have been coming back lately but they are affecting the way I feel about this entire situation. Leonard decided to rush our wedding because he felt like something bad would happen in between. Apparently the rebels are angry at me for betraying them. they’ve started to riot again. I didn’t betray them but it sure as hell looks like I am now that I’m getting married to one of the revolution's enemies. They must be feeling the same way Michael feels. I would definitely try to find who is commanding them now that me, Michael and Luca are no longer there just so that I could talk to them and try to find a reasonable understanding or come to an agreement between one another to stop the violence and just let the wicked leaders lead. The people will handle it during the elections when they are choosing their own l

I lean back in the seat, tracing the edge of the invitation card in my lap. It’s still strange, seeing my name next to Leonard’s in elegant, golden script. I went to see them today, to invite Michael, Elena, Shannon, and the others to the wedding. A part of me hoped they’d all be there, that maybe they’d want to share this with me. But every single one of them declined. Their rejections feel like tiny, sharp pinpricks, pressing deeper the more I think about it. As we slow at a red light, I glance out the window, watching people hurry across the street, faces blending into each other. Then I freeze. In the car beside me, a familiar face leans against the window, lost in thought—Kane. My heart skips. Without thinking, I lean forward and tap the driver’s shoulder. “Please, pull over. Right here.” He raises his eyebrows at me through the rearview mirror but nods, steering us to the curb. I roll down my window, sticking my hand out to catch Kane’s attention. “Kane!” I call softly, hop

Everyone keeps congratulating me but for some reason I don’t even feel like this is real. Leonard told me he doesn’t want to waste much time on our wedding and I agreed so we’re getting married in a week. I decided to go to kanes place to tell Michael and the others. For some reason I can’t get Kane out of my mind….ever since he helped me that day by getting me away from that weird ass man in the library stuck with me and I haven't been able to thank him. I didn’t even thank him for trying to get to me the time that Leonard had kidnapped me. Leonard invited his hateful relatives for our engagement. Apparently the tradition is that they have to all come and dine with me, I refused to do so.. they came regardless but I wasn’t there to see them. Leonard had understood that I needed to leave so he let me go to kanes place which is where I’m heading now. He insisted that I take some of his guards so I did. I don’t know how Shannon, Michael, Elena, Luca and even Kane will take this news…

CHRISTINAI woke up to the feeling of my hand being held tightly.My eyelids felt heavy, like someone had placed weights on them, and it took several attempts before I could force them open.The room around me was blurry, the edges soft and out of focus.White walls, bright lights and the sterile smell of antiseptic.I blinked several times, trying to clear my vision, and slowly the details came into focus.Medical equipment on my right, a window showing darkness outside and to my left, a chair pulled close to the bed.Marcel.He was sitting there, his elbows on his knees, his head bowed, one hand holding mine while the other covered his face.He looked lost.Lost in thought, lost in worry, lost in whatever storm was raging inside his head.I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry. The sound that came out was barely a whisper."Marcel?"His head snapped up immediately, and the relief that flooded his face was so intense it made my chest ache."Christina," he breathed then louder, "

CHRISTINAI got out of the car, my eyes still fixed on Maxwell and the young omega girl as they were walking away from the gardens, heading toward the forest, toward Maxwell's hidden house.My heart started pounding, taking a weak girl wolf into the woods, he surely wasn't going to talk about the weather with her alone in the woods where his house was far from pack grounds.Not another victim."Maxwell!" I called out, my voice cutting through the quiet evening air.He stopped, turning to look at me, and I saw irritation flash across his face before he smoothed it into that pleasant smile.The omega girl looked uncomfortable, like she'd been caught doing something wrong, her eyes darting between Maxwell and me nervously."I need to speak with Maxwell," I said, walking toward them, I turned to look at the omega who was still looking at me and I raised my brows at her."Alone. You should head back to the pack house."The girl looked at Maxwell, uncertainty clear on her face."It's okay,"

CHRISTINA"I'm going out with Priscilla today," I told Marcel over breakfast the next morning.He looked up from his papers, concern immediately flickering across his face."Where are you going?""Just into town," I said."Shopping, maybe get some food, just spend some time together."Marcel set down his coffee cup. "I'll arrange security for you.""No," I said quickly. "I want to go alone, just me and Priscilla, no guards, no security. Just us."Marcel's jaw tightened. "Christina, I don't think that's safe….""Please," I said. "I just want one normal day with my friend, without feeling like I'm being watched or protected or managed for just one day, can you do that for me?"He studied my face for a long moment, conflict clear in his eyes.Finally, he sighed in defeat."Fine," he said. "But take one of my cars and take this." He pulled out his credit card and slid it across the table toward me. "Get whatever you want, don't worry about the cost."I picked up the card, surprised. "M

CHRISTINA POV I spent the entire next morning searching for Maxwell, I asked everyone I came across if they'd seen him, but nobody knew where he was.Some said they'd seen him earlier at breakfast, others said he'd been helping repair one of the storage sheds, but when I went to look, he was never there.It was like he was a ghost, appearing and disappearing at will.Finally, a young omega girl told me something useful."Maxwell has a house outside the pack borders," she said. "He spends most of his time there when he's not in the main pack house, he says he likes the quiet."She gave me rough directions, and I thanked her before heading out.The walk to the edge of pack territory felt longer than it should have, my heart pounding harder with each step.What was I doing?Going to confront a man who'd admitted to killing his own mate, who'd threatened me and who was probably planning something terrible with Sandra.But I needed answers.Needed to understand what they were planning so

CHRISTINA"I'm going out with Priscilla today," I told Marcel over breakfast the next morning.He looked up from his papers, concern immediately flickering across his face."Where are you going?""Just into town," I said."Shopping, maybe get some food, just spend some time together."Marcel set down his coffee cup. "I'll arrange security for you.""No," I said quickly. "I want to go alone, just me and Priscilla, no guards, no security. Just us."Marcel's jaw tightened. "Christina, I don't think that's safe….""Please," I said. "I just want one normal day with my friend, without feeling like I'm being watched or protected or managed for just one day, can you do that for me?"He studied my face for a long moment, conflict clear in his eyes.Finally, he sighed in defeat."Fine," he said. "But take one of my cars and take this." He pulled out his credit card and slid it across the table toward me. "Get whatever you want, don't worry about the cost."I picked up the card, surprised. "M

CHRISTINAI woke up to soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my head pounding with a dull ache thatseemed to pulse with every heartbeat.Then the memories came flooding back.Maxwell's confession, his plan for revenge, the way he'd laughed when he told me he'd killedhis own mate.The bottle of whiskey I'd drunk trying to silence the thoughts screaming in my head.I sat up slowly, wincing as the movement made my headache worse, and looked around theroom.I was in Marcel's bed, tucked under the blankets like someone had carefully placed methere.But there was no sign of the whiskey bottle, no stain on the carpet where I remembered itspilling, no evidence at all that I'd spent half the night drinking myself into oblivion.Marcel must have cleaned it up.Must have found me passed out on the floor and put me back to bed.Shame burned hot in my chest.I pushed the blankets aside and stood up, my legs unsteady beneat