Novels by Enny's Art

ALEX I remember the look on her face when I told her I was leaving Paris, and.how it felt like the kind of wound that would leave the nastiest scar when it healed if it ever did. We sat on that living room floor for hours that night, too caught up in the silence to ever look each other in the eyes and make sense of the whole thing.I shouldn't have waited. I should've told her right away when I found out that I was getting let go. But she deserved a place here more than anyone, and I couldn't come clean about the very thing that would've torn her away from it all.The girlI met all those months ago isalso quite brash. She wouldn't haveallowed me to go through with mydecision if she knew I took the fall.She would've marched her ass to HR,and demanded they fire her instead. Itwould hrt her equally as much, but she isn't a mouse. She'd find a way to make sure the world fully collapsed on her before it did anyone else. The girl isnoble that way. Sometimes,

EVEI woke up naked, wrapped in silk sheets that finally smelt like Alex again. Pushing myself up against the headboard, a steady ache rushed through my body, the events of last night coming back to me. The exhibits. The secret rooms beyond The Valley. The sounds and the private show. Alex and Me.How my New Year's kiss was more than just a peck on the lips. How even after the night he gave me, we went home and killed the last few hours of the year underneath the sheets. I smiled thinking about it all.Looking over to his side of the bed, which laid empty, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, knocking down a folded piece of paper that had been set up beside a bottle of painkillers along with a glass of water. Picking up the note, I read.Stay in bed, I'm making breakfast.Here's something for the ache.Then, we'll talk. I promise.Beaming at the note as he was right, my body had been quite sore after last night's adventures and then some. I popped open

EVE“I'll be right behind you” he said, it's been twelve days already. repeating my words, and giving me back the hope I thought I had lost that night back in Avignon. We stood in that parking lot, and it only took noless than five minutes. Five minutes for the crushing weight that suffocated me every night for the past month to disappear. Five minutes for me to look at him and realize that I'd always find my way back to him. Five minutes to recognize that without him, I didn't make sense.These past twelve days, I contemplated.The Alex I had met months ago, His steps were always calculated. The man went through life with extreme caution, making sure that everything was planned out exactly how he wanted it to be. Required it to be. A man that exercises control to that extent, both in and out the bedroom, doesn't slip up. He's thorough, paying close attention to any technicalities. All of that seemed to cease to exist since I left him there.He hasn't called

ALEXIt was as detached as people say it is, People wearing all black, overcast weather, and the little cries here and there coming from people who only showed up to make themselves look good like they were important to the woman lying in the lavender grey casket. After throwing the last white rose into the six-foot deep hole,everyone disappeared to the receptionthat Nancy and Nicolas had taken care of. I stayed, leaning against an oak tree, watching as they filled my mother's new home up with dirt.Although the wind had doubled, the cold hitting my face now and then,I remained at mny post and waited until they filled the plot completely. It seemed silly, but I wanted to know that she was going to be okay. That no one could touch her as she rested. I wasn't even concerned entirely with the way the funeral went, as long as she was resting as she had wanted so badly for these past couple of years. My mother needed sleep.Sticking my hands into the pockets of m

ALEXI finally had her back, for whatever time we had, and I let it slip.The second my father walked through that door, my vision ran red and no matter how much I didn't want it to end, she ceased to exist right in my hands, and the warmth between us grew almost eerie. I looked between her and my father, trying to makesense of how the entire world had a way of crushing me once more. Taking in the fact that my lack of a father was standing only feet away, I had a hard time believing I'd recover from this kind of damage.As I saw him, I couldn't see her. Like I hadn't just planned on devouring her for the first time in over a month. God, fuck me. I groan at another inconvenience that keeps her and I miles apart yet again, despite my arms still wrapped around her body. All I could do was pull away, tell her she should get some rest, and obliteratethat feeling that drew us together the second I saw her on the front steps of this house. This is the kind of des

EVESleeping was never this difficult for me until I came to France. I'm not sure if I got used to the way the city looks at night, or if I grew into the habit because of him. I remember on some days, I'd fully forget to exist whenever the two of us were together. We'd let the sun and the moon communicate, while we got caught up. Like somehow, time begins and ends with him.I toss and turn, trying to force myself asleep, but slumber never comes. I lean over to check my phone on the nightstand and it's barely even ten, but after dinner, the four of us decided it'd be best if we got some sleep before Amelia's funeral tomorrow. I spent the last few hours trying to read Alex.As he sat across from me, I just lookedat him like the vault he is, unable to make out anything. What's he thinking about? What has he been doing all this time? When is he leaving for Italy? What's his new tattoo? Did he miss me? Is he even grieving?Pushing the covers from my body, I pull

Livia's POV: Pregnancy was not easy. That I realized as my stomach grew and I became more and more worried. I worried about all the things that could go wrong during childbirth. I did not want to die, I wanted to be there for my child. Besides the worry and fear, there were my moodswings. I had to say that Lucius was very patient with me and I felt bad for him sometimes. I even felt bad for Ylva and Lydia who had to endure my outbursts. Adrian followed me everywhere as Lucius made him my personal guard and once in a while I would yell at him as well. Sometimes because I just wanted to and sometimes for no reason at all. Well, that's what happens when you don't get enough sleep because your stomach is in the way, when you constantly feel hungry and when everything feels uncomfortable. “Lydia, Ylva I do want you to work for me anymore. Bring someone that I won't feel bad yelling at. Like that maid Jessica or anyone I don't like.” I said feeling really bad for my moodswings. “No My

Lucius' POV: “Good morning.” She smiled while tucked under the sheets. “Good morning,” I said, turning so that I lay facing her. “Aren't you late? It's almost lunchtime.” She said. I groaned, not wanting to think of anything else but laying in bed with my mate. “I don't want to leave.” I admitted, reaching for her under the sheets. She was still naked. Good Lord. I wanted to touch her all over again as I remembered her bare body. I always thought she looked beautiful but now she was exquisite. She was fuller, more radiant and alive. She was ravishing. “Not again, Lucius.” She beamed at me. I was touching her under the sheets, enjoying the feel of her. “Why not?” “Because I need to be able to walk.” “Oh, but I would rather have you in bed all day.” I joked. Although it was partly true. “You never get enough, do you?” she shook her head at me. If only she knew. I thought. Livia sat up on the bed and then swung her legs down. “Oh God! She groaned, startled. “What?” “Nothin

Livia's POV: Lucius stiffened and the room went quiet. I could hear my own heart race and it felt like forever before he said, “what did you say?” “I said you will become a father soon,” I told him a bit louder and with more confidence. Slowly, Lucius took a few steps back and then turned away. Oh, God! He was not happy. Hopping down from the table I went to him. I put my hand lightly on his shoulder. “I understand if you are not happy.” Never having a relationship with his parents and what he went through growing up, could explain his reaction. “Happy?” He turned to me carefully and grabbed my arms. “I am not happy Livia. I am lucky. You make me the luckiest man on earth even if I don't deserve it.” I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes. Happiness, sadness and worry. “You deserve every bit of it,” I assured. “And you would be an amazing father.” His hands slid up to my face, holding it gently. “Livia, you are a blessing in my cursed existence.” I didn't know whether to

Livia's POV: When I woke up I'm the morning Lucius was already gone. I scolded myself for not telling him I was pregnant. I knew I was worrying for nothing and that the news would probably make him very happy. After getting dressed I decided to look for him immediately. I went straight to Lucius' office, there I saw him engrossed in the papers in his hands. I cleared my throat to capture his attention. Lucius put the papers down on the table and stood up before looking at me. “Did you already miss me, wife?” He smiled. “Am I disturbing you?” I asked walking over to him. “No, bit you are distracting me much.” He said letting his gaze rake my body. I did nothing to prepare myself so that he found me distracting despite everything, made me confident. Lucius tilted his head to one side and studied me even more closely. “Did you gain some weight?” He asked and my confidence went out the window. “I am not sure,” I mumbled. “You look…” his eyes darkened. I knew that gaze and it brou

Livia's POV: I am pregnant, I am pregnant, I am pregnant. I kept chanting those words to myself everyday. I could still not believe it. How do I tell Lucius? It haven't even been up to two weeks since the incidence that claimed his life, would he be happy to have a child in this mess? He had never said anything about wanting to have a child ever which made me a bit concerned. Somehow I felt that he wouldn't be thrilled. I tried to imagine his reaction in my head several times but I couldn't figure out what his expression would be like. “Ylva… I am pregnant,” I told her as she prepared me for the night. Ylva stared at me through the mirror. Her eyes twinkled with both surprise and happiness. “My Lady…!” She exclaimed after she opened her mouth several times but was not able to say anything. “Can… I hug you… once?” I blinked a few times in surprise. I and Ylva had been very close, closer than with Lydia it she had never asked for a hug before. The only time she hugged me was when

Livia’s POV: I felt as though a storm had struck me. My whole emotions was in a mess. The heartbeat that I heard against my ears were crisp and loud. The urge to press my ears deeper to his chest grew in me, wanting to make sure I wasn't wrong and my ears hadn't lied to me. I didn't want this to be a dream or the sweet illusion that had been repeating in my subconsciousness. When his voice slipped to my ears in the most sweetest way, once again a wave of emotions washed my entire heart. My tears filled the rim of my eyes and tears slowly dribbled uncontrollably from my eyes. I slowly lifted my chin up, looking around to feel his hand around me before my emerald eyes finally met with Lucius' deep red ones. “I'm sorry, did I make you wait for long?” He asked as though he hadn't died, as though I hadn't killed him and as though it has only been an hour of our separation, when it had been more than 12 hours. 12 hours might be a mere few hours to others, but not to me who bore the guil