Novels by Blera

ElaraI woke to the sound of my ringtone blaring beside my ear.Groaning, I rolled over and groped around blindly with one hand, refusing to open my eyes. My fingers finally wrapped around my phone, and I dragged it to my face without checking the screen.“Mmmhello?” I croaked.“Elara!” Mara’s voice exploded through the speaker. “I swear to the gods, if you ghosted me after getting a job in a mansion, I will walk there barefoot and haunt you.”I winced, eyes finally fluttering open. “Mara?”“No, it’s the ghost of your future regret. Of course it’s me! Why haven’t you called me yet? You promised!”I sat up, running a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. I crashed the moment I got to my room. I didn’t even mean to fall asleep.”“You mean you’re in already?!” she gasped. “Girl! So? Did you get the job or not?”“I did,” I said with a sleepy smile.There was a long pause.Then a scream so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear.“AHHHHHH! I knew it! I told you! Didn’t I tell you? I sho

ElaraI have never been so happy in my life, that too over getting a job. A real job.A paid job. A job that came without the long, awkward questions or silent judgments. No resumes. No last minute apologies. I wasn't even interviewed.No questions. No tests. No references. It feels like a miracle. And after everything I’d been through, I was more than willing to believe in miracles.I followed Caelum, I think his name was, through the mansion’s long hallway, still a little dazed by how quickly everything had unfolded. My shoes barely made a sound against the polished floors. The place was huge and cold in the kind of way expensive things always were. I couldn’t imagine living here alone.We stopped in front of a door.He knocked once, then pushed it open.Inside, a young boy stood in the center of the room. His green eyes lifted to meet mine. He had dark hair that fell just over his forehead. He looked about six or seven.Caelum gestures between us. "Auron, this is your new na

LucienThe scent hit me like a strike to the chest.It was wild and intoxicating. My fingers went numb. The glass slipped from my hand and shattered across the floor, sharp edges catching the light, just like the hunger ripping through me.She was here.I didn’t know who she was.But I knew what she was.Mine.The need hit like a storm. A heat low and deep, crawling under my skin, burning behind my eyes. I felt drunk on it. Blind to anything else. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My thoughts blurred.I needed to find her.See her.Touch her.One touch. Just one.My body moved before I could stop it, like something ancient inside me had snapped free.I crossed the room in seconds, reached for the door, my hand was already twisting the knob when it slammed inward with force.It was Caelum.He stepped inside, shutting the door hard behind him.“Lucien,” Caelum growled, stepping in and slamming it shut behind him.I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at him.My gaze stayed locked on th

ElaraOnly Mara would think getting your fortune read was a form of celebration. Not that there was anything to celebrate yet, unless you counted me finally landing a job interview as a nanny. But for her, that was enough. Her best friend might finally leave the hellhole she called home.“Come on, Mara. I haven’t even gotten the job yet."“Yes, but you will,” she said, grinning. “Which calls for celebration. A nanny job with accommodation? It's perfect."I tugged my scarf tighter, half from the cold, half from the nerves crawling under my skin.Mara slowed and glanced back at me. "You’re sure they don’t know you’re leaving?"I hesitated. "No. If they did, I wouldn’t be standing here."She didn’t ask more. She didn’t need to.She’d seen enough over the years how my stepmother and her daughter treated me. How my father, the one man who should’ve protected me, looked the other way every time.I used to stay because I thought he’d change. That he’d remember I was his blood.He never did

CaelumI hated paperwork.Especially when it piled up because of one stupid mistake. A single delay from a partner company, and suddenly everything fell into my lap. I’d spent half the day sorting it out, numbers, shipments, phone calls I didn’t want to make, pointless human conversations.Now, finally, it was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that presses into your ears after you’ve been out in the world too long.My car pulled up to the mansion gates. The guard barely glanced before letting me through. The engine purred low as I drove past the long driveway, surrounded by trees that didn’t move in the wind. Probably because there was no wind.I parked just outside the main entrance. No one came to meet me they never did. They always knew when we were coming.Inside, the mansion was its usual self. Clean. Cold. The air carried a faint sweetness beneath the sharp scent of citrus polish. A maid passed by with a bucket and mop. She looked up briefly but didn’t speak, just bowed her