Novels by Twin_Star05

Kara followed closely behind Jairo as they stepped through the glass doors. The lobby alone was enough to make her blink twice. Everything screamed wealth and power.But what caught her attention most wasn’t the luxury. It was how the moment they entered, the room changed. The staff at the reception straightened in their seats, eyes briefly darting to him before looking down again. People passing by moved aside without being asked.It wasn’t just respect but fear.Kara clutched her bag tighter as they approach a private elevator. He was about to press the button to the top floor when he paused, pulling something from the inside pocket of his jacket. A black nose mask and a pair of tinted glasses, passing it to her. He doesn't want to risk showing her face to them.Kara frowned. “Uh… what is this?”“Put them on,” he said, his tone giving no room for negotiation.“Do I at least get a reason?”“Later.” He slid his hand into her small back and guided her toward the elevator. The warmth of

The next morning, Kara woke up early and decided to make breakfast. She noticed how the kitchen was spotless, every utensil neatly arranged and the fridge was well stocked.So far, living here wasn’t as unbearable as she thought it would be. It was in fact quiet.She was still cooking when she heard slow, heavy footsteps behind her. She turned around.Jairo stood there in dark joggers and a black hoodie, his hair slightly messy, his face calm but sharper in the morning light. The casual clothes somehow made him look even more striking.For a moment, they just looked at each other. Kara’s chest tightened slightly before averting her gaze.“Good morning,” he said first, the corner of his lips twitching slightly.“Morning,” she replied, biting her inside lip before recalling something.“Did you take medicine last night?” He hummed in response even when he did not. He walked past her and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge. Tilting his head back, he drank slowly before turning t

It was close to lunch hours and Jairo still hadn’t come back. Little did she know that the man had left Milan for Sicily to attend a meeting about his broken engagement.There wasn’t much for her to do. The files on her desk only needed a final check before he signed them and she had already gone through them more than twice.Her eyes wandered to the pink lunchbox sitting on the corner of her desk. The sight of it made her think of the strange silver cross-viper necklace he wore.He’s so weird.Maybe gentle in some ways but always acting like his word is final.She pulled the lunchbox closer and opened it. Inside was lasagna with roasted green salad.Did he make this? She thought internally.He had promised not to hurt her, but promises didn’t mean she should trust him. She pushed the lunchbox aside and stepped out of the office.She figured she might as well walk around and get familiar with the place. Some employees glanced at her with curiosity; she gave a polite nod in return. Aft

The next two days, Jairo stayed busy with setting up his new house. Kara had resumed to work but he hadn't revealed himself as her boss.He made sure her room matched her favorite color. Now, for the first time in a long while, he was looking forward to seeing her. Two days felt like a week.Back when they were dating, he was usually the one who cooked for them. Doing it again now brought back that old, quiet happiness; the kind that came from caring for someone you truly loved.He packed the food neatly into a pink lunchbox, then left for the company. Arriving, his employees threw curious glances at him. Not because of the lunchbox but his presence.Jairo visits his company only when he had a meeting to attend — the important ones his PA can't represent him with or Donald.He reached the office he and Kara will be sharing, his heart pounded. He didn't bother knocking and just opened the door.Kara was at her desk, going through some files. Her head turned to the door when it opened a

Jairo's already irritated mood spiked when he entered his house and met the uninvited guest.“What the hell are you doing here?” he spat, his tone sharp and dangerous. She wasn’t just trespassing but using his father's influence.Eloise stood up quickly and walked toward him. She had been waiting up to an hour. Donald also came into view.“Asking for permission wouldn’t have worked, but I had to come. How you doing?” she asked with a nervous smile, aiming for a hug.But Jairo had other plans. He grabbed her wrist tightly, his grip hard enough to make her flinch.“One of these days, I’m going to put a bullet through your skull,” he muttered and shoved her backward. He hates it when she does this. Acting as if they were lovers.Eloise stumbled, trying to keep the frustration rising in her chest calm. His hostility kept increasing whenever they meet.“What would you have me do then?” She asked softly then raised her voice, “Like, what is it about me that makes you hate me so much? Why ar

Kara pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment, holding it open for Jairo. He followed, tall and composed, but somehow his presence seemed too large for the tiny space. His eyes scanned the room — simple, a little cramped, but clean. Exactly what he expected. She deserves so much more, he thought. His eyes paused on a pair of men’s slippers by the door. His gaze shifted to Kara with a questioning look. She followed his line of sight and quickly spoke. “Oh… those… my roommate bought them for her ex. He used to come around. They’re not together anymore. We just kept them there for when we have male guests.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed internally. Why am I explaining this? Jairo, however, only picked up on two words. “Do you have male friends, Kara?” His tone had a sudden edge to it; harder than he meant. In that split second, he was already doubting the background report Donald gave him, the one that said she was single. Kara blinked at the way he

Annabelle’s POV I stirred in my sleep, feeling strange as if a weight had lifted off my chest, yet my heart ached with something I couldn’t fully grasp. Then, in an instant, memories came flooding back—everything I had forgotten, everything I had done. The past ten years crashed into me like a violent wave, stealing my breath as I fluttered my eyes opened. I sat upright, clutched the sheets, my hands trembling as the realization sank in. Oh, God. What have I done? I thought tears welling in my eyes already before a soft knock pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. My throat tightened. “Come in,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. The door creaked open, and Adams stepped inside, his eyes downcast, as if he were afraid to look at me. My chest clenched at the sight of him—so much thinner, his once-proud stance now slumped, his hair slightly disheveled as if sleep had long abandoned him. He held a tray of food in his hands, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turne

Author's POV“She doesn’t remember you at all?” Jack shook his head. Madison frowned deeply, arms crossed as she listened to Jackson after he explained to her that Emily had woken up but doesn't remember him. “She looked at me… it was like I was nothing.” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed through. “Why? Why doesn't she remember me?” He asked, his tone pleading. She had looked him in the eye, completely blank, as if he were a stranger.Madison sighed, rubbing her temples. “It could be the aftereffects of Harper’s mark. We don’t know exactly what it did to her mind.” She paused before adding, “We need to test this. Bring Mason and Zaza. Let’s see if she really remembers them together with me.”Jackson hesitated. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for. If she recognized them, it meant she was still herself—just without him. But if she didn’t remember them either, then he had to face the terrifying possibility that Harper had changed her forever.Regardless, he nodded. “Alright

Jackson's POV It had been two long, agonizing months. Every day since Emily fell into that coma, I felt as if I was drowning in my own guilt. Sitting beside her motionless body, I dabbed her forehead with a wet cloth, my hands trembling. Her pale face made my chest ache in ways I couldn’t put into words. Tears streamed down my cheeks freely. I didn’t bother wiping them anymore. What was the point? Every moment replayed in my head, the way she had sacrificed herself for me again without a second thought. That image of her collapsing haunted me. I reached for her hand, clasping it tightly in mine. “Please, Ann,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please wake up. I miss you so much.” My lips brushed against her knuckles as I choked back a sob. “You promised to give me a response to my apology once everything is over. But you're not here with me to see it, my love. I need you... please.” The weight of my mistakes crushed me every second of every day. If I could trade places with he

The moment Emily smashed the crystal ball against the ground, the yard erupted in chaos. A blinding light consumed everything, its intensity forcing everyone to shield their eyes. She staggered backward as an overwhelming surge of energy left her body, her knees giving way beneath her. She collapsed to the ground, her vision blurring as she fought to stay conscious. “Ann!” Adams’ voice cracked as he saw her fall. His heart pounded in panic, but his body refused to cooperate. Bound to the tree and weakened by the poisoned blade, he could only watch helplessly. Harper let out a blood-curdling scream, her hands clawing at the air as she fell to her knees. A thick, black substance oozed from her mouth, her once confident smirk replaced by pure agony. Beside her, Alan mirrored her pain, convulsing violently as the same dark energy poured out of him. Adams clenched his teeth, forcing his gaze away from Harper and Alan to focus on Emily. His instincts screamed at him to get to her, but

Jackson’s POV The sight of Alan standing before me was like a blow to the chest. I could barely believe my eyes. Someone I thought I had lost forever was here, alive, breathing, and yet... there was something wrong. His eyes were dark, hollow, and devoid of the warmth I remembered. "Alan," I managed to say, my voice thick with disbelief. "Is it really you?" He didn't answer. Instead, he smiled-a cruel, empty grin that sent chills down my spine-and before I could react, he dragged a sharp knife across my chest. "Goddess!" I hissed in pain, stumbling back. My hand instinctively went to the wound as warmth spread across my skin. “Alan, stop! What are you doing?" He didn't stop. His movements were quick and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. I dodged as he lunged at me again, the knife narrowly missing my side. “Alan, listen to me!" I pleaded, trying to catch his wrist. "We need to talk. This isn't you-” But he wasn't listening. His entire focus was on one t

Emily's POV I stood inside the tent, pacing back and forth. My heart was restless, and my mind kept wandering to Adams. I had tried to focus on the little things around me, but nothing helped. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice, and imagined the mess he was walking into. I paused by the entrance, listening carefully. His retreating footsteps reached my ears, and I couldn’t help but whisper a prayer. Moon Goddess, keep him safe for me. Help him fight his battles and come back unharmed. But a part of me kept nagging: was I really doing the right thing by staying behind? Should I have pushed harder to go with him? The tent was too quiet, and my thoughts were too loud. I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Where was he now? Was he okay? Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside. My heart jumped, and I immediately sat up. The sound was faint, almost careful, like someone was trying not to be heard. My chest tightened, an