Novels by MIN

Nova's POVThe sky was still painted with the faintest shades of lavender and grey when I woke.A sliver of golden light reflected through the curtains, spreading across the bed where Levi was still sleeping soundly beside me, or maybe I just thought he was.His side was warm, and the sheets were rumpled, but empty. I sat up slowly, removing the hair from my face.My body ached in the best way from last night, and still, I put on a small smile on my face. It was rare to feel this kind of calm and this kind of safety.I pulled on one of Levi’s shirts and a pair of shorts, then I walked out of the bedroom with my bare feet.The wooden floor was cool against my feet as I made my way down the sweeping staircase, my hand trailing along the polished railings.A family photo hung crooked on the wall, I straightened it without thinking, then paused, I was surprised by how natural the gesture felt. When did I start feeling like this was my home too?The house was still quiet, the kind of sile

Levi's POVI watched from a distance as Nova stepped into the cab, the door shutting with a dull, final thud. She didn't glance back. Not once. Her spine was straight, shoulders squared—the posture she wore like armor when she needed to prove something to herself.Jace did look back, though.The bastard stood there like a statue, briefcase clutched in his white-knuckled grip, face drawn tight with something that looked too much like longing. Watching her leave like he had a right to miss her. Like he had a claim to the empty space she left behind.My jaw clenched so hard it sent a sharp ache along my temple, radiating down my neck. I hadn't realized I'd moved closer to the glass, my reflection faint in the office lobby's tall windows. Night had fallen hours ago, blurring the world outside into a hypnotic stream of streetlights and dark shapes.I told myself to move. To stop giving him space in my head. To walk away like she had. But something in me resisted, rooted to the spot.The

Nova's POVHe changed overnight. Jace was cold, selfish, and cruel. Jace was suddenly someone else. The shift was not noticeable.It was glaring, deliberate, and almost laughable if it did not twist something in my chest with each manufactured smile he directed my way.Gone was the complacent, untouchable man who tore through my life without so much as a backward glance.The man who once told me I meant nothing to him after years of marriage and usage and he turned his back on me. In his place stood someone softer. Too soft.His smile came with an edge of sadness now, his eyes carried a weight I was not convinced was real.He had even dressed differently, in a subdued charcoal suit instead of his usual sharp navy, like he was in mourning for something he had willingly thrown away.He started the day by holding the elevator for me, even though I saw him press the "close" button just yesterday when I was five steps away, pretending not to see me as the doors were shut.I had to wait an

Nova's POVThe last few days had been something out of a dream. A dream I wasn’t sure I was allowed to have—the kind where you're afraid to admire or accept its beauty because of the loud fear that it might dissolve like morning mist.It began to bloom since that rainy Sunday night, we were curled up on his expansive leather couch. We sipped tea from our mismatched mugs. Conversations that started with small things—funny childhood stories about his fear of garden gnomes, music we couldn't help but dance to even alone, the worst dates we'd been on, then it slowly drifted into something deeper, like water finding its natural course.He told me about his nanny, Eliza, how she used to hum old jazz standards when she cooked, and how she'd taught him to make pancakes standing on a kitchen stool when he was six. That's why he still sometimes plays soft jazz in the background now because it makes him feel like he is reliving that memory when does that. I told him about my love for rainy ni

Levi's POVWaking up, the first thing I noticed was her not being next to me. The second thing I noticed was the smell—sweet, warm, like waffles and fruit and something even better I couldn't name yet.For a second, I thought maybe I was dreaming. Maybe last night, the way she touched me, the way she let me see every raw, beautiful part of her—maybe all of that had been something my mind made up to torture me.Then I blinked against the early sunlight and saw her standing in the doorway, balancing a tray and wearing my shirt, looking like every damn thing I didn't know I needed until right now.And I swear to God, my heart did something it usually didn't do—it stuttered. Skipped. Tripped over itself.Nova. My Nova.Her dark curls that I'd run my fingers through last night now catching the morning light. The shirt, my shirt—hung loose on her frame, falling to mid-thigh and revealing those legs that had been wrapped around me just hours before.She was shy this morning, somehow. After

Nova’s POV I woke up before Levi did. The sunlight was sneaking through the curtains, making little patterns on our messy sheets. For a minute, I just lay there, feeling him breathing next to me, remembering everything from last night.God, he looked different when he slept. His face wasn't so serious - just peaceful. His dark eyelashes against his cheeks, his mouth slightly open. I rarely got to see him like this.I carefully wiggled out from under his arm, trying not to wake him. He moved a little but kept sleeping. The floor was freezing cold against my feet as I grabbed his shirt from where it had landed last night and put it on. It was huge on me and smelled like him.Downstairs, the kitchen was all bright and quiet. I'm not exactly a chef, but I figured I could handle breakfast. Wanted to do something nice for him, you know? Something to show that last night meant something.I opened the fridge and looked inside. Typical Levi - it was packed with stuff. Pretty sure the hous