Novels by Writer B

Anabella Pov.Peace.“Peace”. The words felt almost too strange, almost unreal.It felt like that word “peace” didn't exit in my world, or it never did anyways.It was finally going to be in the past, everything I and my boy had gone through was now going to be in the past, I was finally experiencing what it felt like to be at ease.My soul felt relived.My temperature want easing like it would have weeks ago.Everything finally felt stable.One could run for years but couldn't hide from one’s shadow.I had spent years running from reality that I forgot to remember I was living in my answered prayers.I had tried to run away from my past, I had tried to hide my face from the world thinking just maybe they would forget about me and allow me live my life, I had tried to run away to live a normal life and being the best mother to my son Peter but fate had a way of aligning things.Men would give you a loaf of bread and ask you for a full bakery later on, and if you refuse, they would bu

John's POV I was in my office signing contracts when my phone rang with a number that I knew was the state correctional facility where Daniel was imprisoned. My heart fell since I was aware that this was not a normal call. The prison authorities do not invite the families of inmates to discuss minor things. This is John Mcqueen, I replied as I laid the contract down. This is Warden Phillips of Redwood State Penitentiary, Mr. Mcqueen. I am calling concerning Daniel Vanguard. I have some bad news to tell you, Warden Phillips, and it is flat and practised. I stood up straight, as I had been half-anticipating this call some weeks before. Daniel had enemies to the right and left. His confession rendered him notorious and there were many people who sought revenge over his deeds. "What happened?" I asked. Warden Phillips said, Mr. Vanguard was killed early this morning in a fight with another inmate. It was down in the yard at recreation in the morning. The medics attempted to drag

Anabella Pov.The world didn’t end the night Peter was shot.In fact the works moved on like nothing had happened.But my world stopped the moment the bullet flew through and into his body.A part of me died that minute.I believed there was no coming back from that kind of sound, the sharp shock of a gun, the way my child’s body fell to the ground, the scream that tore out of me before I even understood what I was seeing. I thought that was the moment life would stop making sense forever.But the world kept turning.I felt every pain and aging I had gone through three years ago, the day I pushed him out of me.Cruelly. Quietly.All by myself.I remember the weight of Peter in my arms, how his small body felt too light and too heavy at the same time. I remember blood on my hands, warm and slick, and the way my heart lite in excitement, my ribs painful like I had just undergone a surgery and barely escaped.I remember John’s voice somewhere behind me, shouting my name, shouting for h

John's Pov"Were you acquainted with Daniel Vanguard?" Sarah Chen asked Charles. Had he ever employed you or ever done any business with you?"No ma'am," Charles replied. "I had never met Mr. Vanguard. It was just my duty serving the household of Mr. Mcqueen when the explosion took place.So you are an innocent passer-by who has gotten into the revenge mission of Vincent Cole against Daniel Vanguard?"Objection," Webb called out. "Leading the witness."Sustained, Judge Hawthorne said. "Rephrase counselor."Sarah Chen nodded. Was there a reason why Vincent Cole wanted to target you, in particular?Well, not that I am aware of, Charles replied. I did not do it, I was at the wrong time and in the wrong place.The witnessing went on into the afternoon with additional witnesses of the aftermath of the bombing and the hunt after Peter who was kidnapped. When the court broke at the end of the day I was very tired due to the stress of sitting calmly and hearing people relaying traumatic exper

Annabella's POVIt was three months after the death of Daniel and I was sitting in a busy courtroom and waiting to see the trial of Vincent Cole start. John sat next me on the hard wooden bench with a hand on my knee making silent contact in his silent support and reporters lined the rows behind us ready to write it all down in their notebooks and recording machines.Vincent was accused of kidnapping, attempted murder, various counts of damage of property due to the numerous bombings among other felonies that might cost him decades of imprisonment in case he was found guilty in all charges. The case which the prosecution had thought was airtight had been presented but Vincent defense attorney was countering that he was acting with a desire to bring out the crimes of Daniel and as such that his actions should be treated differently to the normal actions of a criminal.I had spent last week preparing my testimony with the prosecutor and the prosecutor was a woman by the name Sarah Chen

Daniel pov.The night had a way of passing a message.It looked calm from a distance, the ocean stretching flowing back andforth, black and blue and also calming, , the wind carrying breeze and cold. It looked like freedom. Like escape.But it all felt strange and weried.It was almost battle, the deal was done.The siren was buzzing through the air loud enough and I knew what it sounded like, it sounded like a damn warning. My body moved that moment, my jaw tightened, my chest beating too fast. Then another siren followed. Then another. Red and blue lights flooded the whole place, bouncing violently off the water, off the metal railings, off my skull.Fear consumed me.SWAT.The whole thing too real to be a dream, I held my clothes tightly, my breath hot.“No,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the noise. “No… this isn’t….. this isn’t right.This wasn't supposed to be happening.I had timed everything. Paid the right people.I had done everything right!.Hell no!.This couldn

 (Artemis’ POV) I knew something was wrong the moment I tried to stand. Pain. Sharp, deep, and all-consuming. For weeks, I had ignored the discomfort, brushing off Aiden’s concerns, assuring everyone that I was fine. I had always been strong—had survived things that should’ve killed me. But this? This was different. I braced myself against the vanity, sucking in a sharp breath. Aiden was already watching me from across the room, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable—but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed, ready to catch me if I fell. "You should rest today," he said, stepping toward me. I rolled my eyes. "I’ve rested enough." "Artemis." His voice was firm, a warning. I turned, meeting his gaze, ready to argue—when the pain struck again. It was like my bod

(Artemis’ POV)Pregnancy wasn’t supposed to feel like this.I had expected discomfort, sure. I had expected my body to change. But this… this was something else entirely.The exhaustion was unbearable.At first, I thought it was just the lingering effects of our honeymoon—late nights in Paris, stolen kisses in hidden alleyways, and mornings wrapped in silk sheets with Aiden refusing to let me leave the bed. But then the nausea started, and I knew something was wrong.I tried to push through it, keeping up with my work, but even Naomi noticed."Boss, you look like you’re about to pass out," she said, frowning as she set down a stack of files. "You should rest.""I'm fine," I muttered, waving her off, but the moment I stood, the room spun.I barely heard Naomi calling my name before strong arms caught me."Artemis."Aiden.His voice was tight, controlled—but his grip was anything but. He held me as if I’d shatter, his eyes scanning me for injuries."You’re not fine," he said. "We’re goi

I woke up sore.A deep, aching soreness that was both a reminder and a warning. Last night had been… intense. More than I expected. More than I could have imagined. My body felt like it had been claimed, worshipped, and thoroughly ruined, all at once.Aiden wasn’t in bed, but the warmth on his side hadn’t faded yet. I blinked up at the ceiling, barely able to move, and then I smelled it—coffee. The scent curled into the room, rich and inviting, followed by the quiet creak of the bedroom door."You're awake."I turned my head and found Aiden standing in the doorway, carrying a tray.My stomach flipped. He was shirtless, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his hair slightly tousled from sleep. But it was the look in his eyes—the satisfaction, the possessiveness—that made my breath catch.He set the tray down beside me. A glass of water. Coffee. Toast. Painkillers."I figured you'd need this."I huffed out a laugh. "You think?"Aiden smirked but didn’t argue. Instead, he sat on the e

Artemis' POVParis.The city of love, of whispered promises, of things that felt like forever. It wasn’t the first time we had been here. The last time had been chaos—high-stakes deals, power plays, and the weight of a contract binding us together. But this time? This time was different.The garden where we stood was secluded, hidden away from the noise of the world. White roses lined the aisle, their scent mixing with the crisp autumn air. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its lights just beginning to flicker against the darkening sky.Aiden stood at the altar, watching me.No guards. No enemies. No ulterior motives.Just him. Just me. Just us.My dress was simpler than the first one I had worn. No heavy jewels, no extravagant embellishments—just clean, elegant lines that moved with me as I walked. But Aiden? Aiden still wore black, sharp and commanding, his presence impossible to ignore.As I reached him, he took my hands in his, his grip steady, grounding.“We’ve done this b

Aiden’s POVI wasn’t used to an empty house.The penthouse was quiet, the kind of silence that made me restless. Artemis had left early, slipping out before dawn, her scent lingering in the sheets beside me. She had a fitting today—something about finalizing designs before her next trip. I hadn’t asked for details, but I knew she was busy.I ran a hand down my face, exhaling.She was everywhere, even when she wasn’t here.The coffee machine was still warm, the cup she’d set aside for me untouched. A plate covered with foil sat on the kitchen counter—breakfast she’d made before she left, knowing I probably wouldn’t eat if she didn’t.In the closet, one of my suits was laid out, ironed, with a note tucked into the sleeve: Wear this one. You look good in navy.She did things like that. Little things. Thoughtful things.For someone who had grown up fighting for every scrap of control, she gave so freely—to me, to the people she cared about.And I—I hadn’t given her nearly enough.I leane

Aiden’s POVFor the first time in my life, there were no contracts. No lies. Just her.But peace was an unfamiliar thing.I still woke up before dawn, instinctively reaching for the gun that wasn’t under my pillow anymore. My body was trained to react before my mind even processed that there was no longer a war to fight. My enemies were either dead, exiled, or too afraid to make a move.Yet, I found myself restless.The empire was still mine. The city still ran on quiet threats and well-placed alliances. But Artemis had planted a dangerous thought in my head—what if I ruled differently? What if I built something that wasn’t always on the verge of burning to the ground?She was asleep beside me, her breathing steady, her body curled toward me like she belonged there. And she did.I ran a hand down my face and exhaled.I couldn’t just sit still. That had never been my nature.So, I got up.---The sun had barely risen when I walked into the warehouse where my men were gathered. Conversa