Novels by Twin_Star05

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

The car was already waiting outside the school gate when Luci stepped out with her bag hanging over her shoulder.Miguel nudged Edward when he spotted the familiar vehicle.“Your ride?” Miguel teased lightly.She rolled her eyes but smiled. “See you guys tomorrow.”She waved and walked toward the car. “Hi,” Andro greeted first as she got close enough.For a second, she considered sitting in the back. It felt improper to sit there when he was technically driving her out. So then, she closed the back door and walked around to the passenger side. She opened it and got in.“Hm,” she hummed in response to his greeting, fastening her seatbelt.He noticed her hesitation and smiled faintly. He liked that she didn't choose to sit in the back today.As they drove off, the silence felt heavier than it should.“The movie isn’t long. But it’s supposed to be funny. You will laugh a lot.” he broke the silence.She glanced at him briefly. “You researched it?”He shrugged. “A little.”She didn’t smil

The taste of himself still on her tongue felt like the last thin line snapping between them, leaving nothing to hide behind. When he pushed her gently against the wall, the cool surface at her back only made the heat of his body feel stronger.They both pulled away from the kiss, their breaths fanning each other's faces. He looked at her, his eyes dark and heavy, studying every small change on her face.Then his hand slid from her waist, moving slowly down her side until his palm brushed the inside of her thigh. The touch was unhurried, almost teasing, and it made her breath catch unevenly in her chest. He took her lips again as his fingers reached the center of her warmth, she broke against his mouth with a soft sound, one that admitted how badly she had wanted this.She was already wet, already aching for him. The tension that had built between them from the moment she had knelt before him showed in every slick movement of his fingers. He pushed one finger inside her carefully, wat

She walked into Jairo’s room and saw that he was about to take off his shirt.“Let me help you with that,” she said softly as she moved closer and reached for the fabric.“How was work today?”“Good.” he replied shortly, and she hummed.His eyes stayed on her after the response. They were calm, steady, but full of quiet intention. She was wearing her nightwear, thin and short, outlining her body clearly. When she noticed how he was looking at her, she glanced up.“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a small laugh as she moved behind him to carefully pull his shirt off.He only smirked and shook his head slightly. Once the shirt was off, she found herself staring at his chest. Strong. Warm. Familiar. When he turned to face her fully, she lifted her eyes to meet his.He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to her neck. “How was your day?” he asked quietly.She let out a soft breath and turned around so her back was against his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, ho

She couldn’t find a response. She simply stared at his face, searching for any sign that he was joking. But he hid behind his usual lazy smile, even though inside, he was just as anxious. He didn’t even understand why he had said the word so suddenly. It had slipped out of him before he could think it through.Before either of them could speak again, Kara’s phone rang. She lowered her gaze quickly, handed the bowl of soup to him, and reached for her phone. When she saw the caller ID, she glanced back at him.“It’s Luci,” she said.Jairo nodded lightly. He told her he was feeling much better now and that Luci wouldn’t be as shaken as before.She answered the call and spoke to Luci, telling her to ask Alejandro to bring her to the hospital.When Luci arrived, she already suspected something serious had happened. But seeing her uncle lying there with a thick bandage wrapped around his chest and shoulder still made her eyes fill with tears. The white dressing looked too big.Jairo tried t

Luci was in her room, straightening her hair and adjusting her outfit when a soft knock came at the door. “Come in,” she called. The door slowly opened and Ann appeared, peeking in with a soft smile. “Good morning, honey. Breakfast is ready,” she said. “Morning. I will be out in a minute,” she finished fixing her hair before heading to the dining room. But when she stepped into the room, she froze mid-step. Her brows furrowed at the sight of a familiar face. He was seated beside Emilia, who smiled at her, motioning for her to join them. “Good morning, dear,” Charlotte greeted warmly as Luci settled down. She returned the greeting to the couple, but her eyes kept drifting back to Kaicus. “Why are you here?” she asked, confusion lacing her voice. “To save my neck,” he replied calmly, picking up a piece of bread as if that were the most normal thing in the world. Luci understood without asking questions but she was surprised that he was in the house. Well, he was a good man to he

The first thing Jairo felt was pain when he woke up. It pressed against his ribs every time he tried to breathe, then came the beeping sounds. His fingers twitched before his eyes opened, reacting on instinct. Kara had been sitting there for hours, long enough for the night to blur into early morning. Her fingers were laced around his hand, when his finger moved against hers, her breath caught sharply in her throat.“Jairo?” she whispered, leaning forward so fast her chair scraped softly against the floor.His eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing a green so dulled it seemed almost gray, clouded with weakness. Her heart slammed against her chest. She brought her free hand to her mouth, biting down on her knuckles to stop herself from crying out. She had begged God in whispers just to see this moment.He tried to inhale deeper and immediately regretted it as a quiet grunt escaped him.“Easy,” she said quickly, her voice shaking despite her effort to keep it calm. “Don’t move. Plea