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

Two Months LaterKara and Jairo got married. Ann and Leo flew back to the states for work.Now that the couple went for their honeymoon, that leaves Donald to be in charge. The talk about him quitting was never visited again.On the other hand, Andro and Luci were very much excited. There was no Jairo that would be overly protective..Lina came by the house twice that week. The first time for Kara's forgotten items that needed to be forwarded. The second time for no reason she offered, which Donald didn't ask about.They were not stable, as a category. They were something more specific than friends and less defined than anything else, and they had both agreed, without agreeing out loud, to let that sit where it was for the time being..Emilia and Kaicus had named what they were. It had happened without any ceremony.He had taken over the management of Fernando's business, and he was moving through it with quiet competence. It gave him structure without locking him in place, which wa

Later that evening, Donald was having a drink when he heard someone calling out to him."Uncle Donald!"He turned.Luci was walking toward him with the particular energy she had when she had been waiting to get someone alone. She reached him and put her arms around him in the brief, fierce hug.He patted her back. "It's been a while," "Whose fault is that?" she said, pulling back. “Your uncle.” he threw back, taking a sip from his drink with a smirk.Luci chuckled, noticing his clever move. “Well, can't argue with that. Actually, I want to tell you something.”His expression turned serious, “What's that?”“Don't freak out, okay?” she told him, trying to gauge what his reaction might be. "Andro and I are together,"She closed her eyes, afraid of what he might say. Then she opened one eye.A small smile curled on Donald's lips. He looked down at his drink. "I know," She opened her eyes fully. "You knew?""He told me.""When?""Before he told Jairo."She stared at him. "So you knew be

Three Week Later“Okay,” Emilia said, barely containing the excitement bubbling inside her as she held Kara’s hand tightly. “I want us, all of us. As sisters. As a family. With the Jones, Luci, Jairo, Kaicus… everyone. I want us, like one big family, to have dinner together.”Kara looked at her, amusement dancing in her eyes with deep affection in them. “All right, Miss Planner. When is this special day supposed to be?”Emilia’s expression shifted instantly, turning serious in a way that made Kara blink. “Right now. Why do you think I’m here?”She paused, genuinely surprised. Emilia had only just arrived that day since she had told her about the news of her pregnancy. The visit alone had already meant a lot, but this? This sudden plan, this urgency… it felt thoughtful, deliberate.“Does everyone know?” she asked, her brows pulling together slightly. “That’s a lot to put together in such a short time.”Emilia waved her off with a confident grin. “Don’t worry, my preggy sister. Just let

Kara was already seated at the dining table when Luci came down, her hair still slightly damp from the shower. Jairo came in last. Brie served and everyone began eating in a comfortable silence. "I want you to pick me up from school today," Luci said, addressing Jairo across the table.He looked at her over his coffee. "What's wrong with Andro?""Nothing. I just want you to come. It's been a while since you did."He considered this for a moment. "After three," she said."After three," he confirmed.Kara glanced between them with a small smile she didn't try to hide. ..He arrived at the school gates at ten past three. She was waiting on the low wall outside with her bag between her feet and her phone in her hand. She looked up when his car pulled in and came over.She got in. He pulled out. For a few minutes they were quiet."Tests done?" he asked."Final one was this morning. I think it went well. The preparation helped." she leaned back in the seat."Good.""Alejandro drilled me

Donald went to Jairo's house that evening. Before he started working for Jairo, he had told his boss that there will come a time when he would wish to stop working for him, and focus on his path.Now was the time.Jairo was taken aback by the timing. He stared at his right-hand, and without telling him, he realized he had gotten his woman back. But Jairo knew what was at stake. Even Donald knows it. He wasn't just going to leave without handing his tasks over to someone. And Donald mentioned Alejandro.“He's ready, or close to it. When he's fully there, I will go." he said, to make Jairo see that he wasn't just leaving without thinking about how long they had been together."I decide when he's there," Jairo declared firmly, his eyes hardened. “When I look at Andro and see what I see when I look at you, then we talk about you leaving." He held Donald's gaze.Donald sat with that for a moment. Then he nodded."Alright," he said.He then turned around to leave when Jairo spoke up. “Are

Eloise was at a small-rented apartment when she heard a knock on the door. The past weeks had left a particular kind of tiredness that sleep didn't resolve. She went to open the door and was surprised to see Donald standing there.“Brother?” she called in surprise.Since the day she was rescued, he hadn't come to see her. She totally understood that he was busy. Before he could say anything, she stepped forward and hugged him tightly.“I’m so sorry,” she apologized quickly. “I’m sorry for everything. For being careless, for not listening, for getting myself into trouble…”Donald gently patted her back. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. That’s what matters.”He then pulled back slightly. “I didn’t come alone.”She frowned a little. “You didn’t?”He stepped aside, and two men walked forward.Fernando appeared first and she froze for that moment, completely shocked.“Dad?” He looked at her, also emotional. “Eloise…”She walked toward him hugged him too. “Dad, I'm so sorry.” she apologized, a