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

Jayden needed to be moved from that hospital, and Jairo wasted no time telling their father. “On one condition,” Salvatore replied, stepping closer to him. Jairo’s brows narrowed as he tried to figure out the man’s intentions. He didn’t react, didn’t nod, didn’t even blink. That made Salvatore smirk. This one wasn’t as easy to read as the other. “Jayden will be moved,” he continued, pausing just to build tension, “but the day he gets discharged… you both will have your final training. I will choose my successor after that.” Final training? Jairo hated how those words sounded. He knew his father always played dirty games. He also knew asking for details would only bring insults. So he looked at his mother, she had hope in her eyes, and then looked back at his father. His mind did a little calculations before averting his gaze, after he brief pause, he turned and walked out. Salvatore watched him leave with satisfaction. Jayden was transferred to a better hospital afterwa

Jayden needed to be moved from that hospital, and Jairo wasted no time telling their father.“On one condition,” Salvatore replied, stepping closer to him. Jairo’s brows narrowed as he tried to figure out the man’s intentions.He didn’t react, didn’t nod, didn’t even blink. That made Salvatore smirk. This one wasn’t as easy to read as the other.“Jayden will be moved,” he continued, pausing just to build tension, “but the day he gets discharged… you both will have your final training. I will choose my successor after that.”Final training? Jairo hated how those words sounded. He knew his father always played dirty games. He also knew asking for details would only bring insults. So he looked to his mother, she had hope in her eyes, and then looked back at his father. His mind did a little calculations before averting his gaze, after a brief pause, he turned and walked out.Salvatore watched him leave with satisfaction.Jayden was transferred to a better hospital afterward and received

Jayden’s recovery was painfully slow. Each day dragged by with only tiny signs of improvement. Meanwhile, Mira’s condition worsened. She had delayed proper treatment for far too long, relying only on basic painkillers and medications she could get her hands on. The cancer spread too fast, too aggressively. Now she was at the final stage, and the doctors didn’t know if she would survive much longer. Jairo felt like the world was collapsing around him. He had no one to share the burden with. Every time he looked at Jayden lying there, weak and often drifting into dark talks about death, a cold fear wrapped around his heart. And when he looked at Mira, barely conscious most days, breathing carefully like every inhale hurt… he felt helpless. These were the two people he loved the most. He wished he could trade places with them, take their pain, anything to stop what was happening. Weeks turned into months like a long nightmare. The longer he waited, the deeper his fear dug into him. He

Isabelle froze in the bathroom the moment she heard Jairo’s voice outside. “You fvcked her, right?” The words hit her like a punch to the stomach. Fvcked? Her? The idea terrified her. Were the brothers… passing her around? Jayden responded in his usual confident tone, “Actually, she came to me. We can’t talk here. She’s in the bathroom.” His arrogance stung. She knew he was a playboy, but hearing him talk about her like that made her want to crawl into a hole. Tears gathered in her eyes as shame washed over her. She waited until she was sure Jairo had walked away. She stayed longer than needed, trying to keep herself together before stepping out, grabbing her shoes and bag quickly. Jayden watched her rush toward the door. He reached out and grabbed her arm. “We need to talk…” “There’s nothing to talk about.” she yanked her hand away, her eyes sharp with embarrassment. “What happened last night shouldn’t have happened. We will treat it as if nothing happened.” she turned to lea

Jairo stared at Annabelle with disbelief, his hands gripping her shoulders as he jerked her closer. His voice shook with panic and anger. “What… what are you talking about? What the hell happened when I was away?” he half-yelled, his voice breaking as Annabelle wept uncontrollably. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered between sobs, “but I know it’s because of you. Why did you disappear?” Jairo’s body trembled. His heart was pounding fast, his mind spinning with confusion and fear. He released her, struggling to find the right words. “Which hospital is my brother in?” he asked. Annabelle froze for a second, staring at him as if she couldn’t believe his priorities. “And my sister?” she shot back. Her voice carried disbelief, anger and deep worry. “Jayden will explain everything that happened after I left him and Isabelle that morning,” he said, attempting to stay calm. He was about to ask again for the hospital address when Annabelle cut him off sharply. “So you were there that day,

Jairo wasn’t ready to face anyone, so he stayed at Emilia’s place for the next four days. The more he learned about the eighteen-year-old fresher from his school, the more she intrigued him. He learned she loved pink, the beach, read romance novels when she couldn't sleep, and that she was a terrible cook. But what surprised him most was her calmness. She looked small and delicate, but she didn’t behave like someone who was easily intimidated. She asked direct questions like how he got shot and why, but never pushed when he didn’t answer. She respected his privacy. She tried her best to make him comfortable. And surprisingly, he didn’t mind being there. That morning, she walked in with takeout bags. “You ever thought of learning how to cook?” Jairo asked as she unpacked the food. “Many times,” she sighed. “But I rarely have the time.” He rolled his eyes. “Not an excuse.” She let out a tiny groan. “Yeah, okay. But I don’t have anyone to teach me. My guardian parents are barely h