Novels by JullieFerdie

Maya’s Point Of ViewThe first thing I felt when I woke was pain. A dull, deep, all-consuming ache that throbbed between my thighs, spread across my hips, my ribs, my breasts. I shifted slightly and hissed. God, everything hurt.My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the golden evening light filtering through my curtains. For a moment, I stared blankly at the ceiling, disoriented, my mind sluggish, my body weighed down by invisible chains.Why was I so sore? Why did I feel... used?The blanket slipped from my body, and that’s when I noticed. I was naked. Completely, utterly bare under the sheets. A choked gasp ripped from my throat. I clutched the blanket desperately to my chest, my heart hammering, a scream rising in my throat.What happened? What the hell happened?!I tried to sit up, and a sharp, searing pain shot through my core, making me collapse back down with a whimper.And then… The memories crashed into me.The boutique. Coming home in a blinding rage. Ripping apart my roo

Lucas’s Point Of ViewI watched her.My beautiful, furious, broken little Maya.She stood there in the wreckage of her own making, blood dripping from her clenched fists, her chest heaving with shallow, panicked breaths. Her wild eyes locked onto me, full of a rage she barely understood.Good.Let her rage.Let her hate.As long as it kept her tethered to me. Slowly, I pushed off the wall, stepping closer. One slow, deliberate step. Her body tensed instantly, like a cornered animal.Good again."Stay away from me," she barked, voice sharp, but I heard the tremble underneath it. I smirked. Another step.Closer.Closer.Her breathing hitched, nostrils flaring as she scrambled backward, only to slam into the wall behind her.Trapped.Perfect."Why can't you leave me alone?!" she burst out, fists trembling at her sides. "Why are you always... always around me?!" I stopped a mere breath away from her, leaning down so that my face was inches from hers.I watched her pupils dilate, her blood

Maya’s Point Of ViewI stormed out of that cursed boutique, fists clenched so tight my nails dug bloody crescents into my palms. The staff’s mocking laughter echoed behind me, digging into my back like a thousand poisoned knives.I didn’t look back.I couldn’t.If I did, I’d lose whatever shred of dignity I had left, and they didn’t deserve to see me break. The sun outside was blinding, searing my eyes, but I didn’t care.I marched straight to my car, heels stabbing the pavement with each furious step, my breathing harsh and ragged. I could still feel Laura’s hand around my throat, the phantom pain burning hotter with every passing second.‘You’ll regret this,’ Laura, I swore silently. ‘You and every worm who laughed today will regret ever crossing me.’ I flung open the driver’s door and slid in, slamming it shut with a bone-jarring BANG.Just as I jammed the keys into the ignition, the passenger door yanked open. “Maya, wait!” Jenna gasped, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. Tas

Maya’s Point Of ViewI couldn’t breathe for a second. The humiliation. The rage. The molten fire ripping under my skin, threatening to consume me whole.I would not let her win."He told me himself!" I snapped, my voice slicing through the thickening tension like a blade. I stomped forward so violently the designer let out a startled yelp, clutching her clipboard to her chest like a shield."He said I'm the only one fit to stand beside him!" I screamed, trembling with fury, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms.Laura stood there, arms folded, completely unbothered. That damn smirk… that infuriating, mocking smirk, curled across her lips like she already knew the ending of a play I was fumbling through."Probably just trying to chase away a clinging little parasite," she said lightly, voice dripping with boredom, as if I was less than a fly buzzing near her ear.My blood boiled over."You…" I lunged at her, reckless, blinded by white-hot rage, my hand swingi

Maya’s Point Of ViewI watched, lounging like royalty, as Laura finally… finally, lifted her delicate hand and waved dismissively toward the designer. "You may attend to her," she said, her voice smooth but clearly edged with something cold. "I’ll wait."The designer hesitated, looking between us, visibly torn. I smirked wider, crossing my legs slowly, deliberately.As it should be. The future Luna didn’t wait for anyone.I rose from the chair in one graceful, commanding movement, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Every movement screamed power. Entitlement. Destiny."Come along now," I said breezily to the poor designer, who scurried ahead of me like a frightened rabbit. Jenna and Tasha, who had waited in the corridor, immediately fell in step beside me, their eyes shining with excitement.I tossed a look over my shoulder, giving Laura a smug little wave. "Pity," I said, voice dripping with faux sympathy. "You’ll get used to waiting behind me soon enough." The way La

Maya’s Point Of ViewWe cranked the volume up even louder, the music roaring through the house like a living thing. The maids wisely disappeared, or maybe fled, leaving us alone to bask in the madness. Wine flowed like water. Laughter echoed through the halls.We danced, wild, reckless dancing in our designer clothes, hair flying, glasses sloshing, makeup smudging, not caring about anything but the rush, the pure high of victory. At one point, Jenna climbed onto the coffee table, waving her glass over her head and shouting, "Long live Queen Maya!"Tasha and I howled with laughter, nearly collapsing onto the floor. I flopped down into a chair, breathless and giddy, my chest heaving. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Tasha plopped down beside me, still giggling, and leaned close."So," she said, voice dropping conspiratorially. "When's the big announcement?" I smirked. "Soon," I said, swirling the wine in my glass lazily. "I want it to be a moment. Big, public. No doubt left in anyon