Novels by Annie

The car ride was silent but not uncomfortable.Zara sat beside me, her hands resting lightly on her lap, her gaze fixed out the window. The soft lights from passing streets reflected off the diamond chain around her neck it looked like stardust resting against her skin.I couldn’t stop stealing glances.She was... breathtaking. And not in the overused, shallow sense. I mean it in the kind of way that makes you forget how to breathe for a second. Her dress simple but elegant hugged her frame like it was made just for her. Her hair was swept into a loose bun, a few strands brushing her face just right. And her scent Goddess it messed with my head.She didn’t say much. But I noticed how her fingers fidgeted slightly, betraying her nerves. I wanted to say something to reassure her. But for once, I didn’t know how to speak without sounding like a fool.Instead, I just watched her. Her profile, calm and composed, was illuminated every few seconds by the glow of passing lights. She didn’t re

My expression was blank, but my eyes were questioning. What did he want? Was he just going to stand there and say nothing?"Can I come in?" he finally asked.This was his house. Why was he acting so...gentle? I hesitated, then stepped aside and let him walk into my room."You're all dressed up," I said, folding my arms across my chest, keeping my tone neutral.He didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped to the small velvet box in his hand. He looked unsure of himself, like he was second-guessing why he’d come in the first place.Then, without a word, he stepped forward and held the box out to me.I blinked, confused. “What’s that?”Still no answer. He was acting strange—more reserved than usual. He took one more step closer.“Turn around,” he said.I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”“Just… turn, please.” His voice had shifted—softer now, almost pleading.I hesitated. Part of me resisted just because he asked. But curiosity—and maybe something warmer—got the better of me. So, I turned aroun

I watched as Mika rummaged through my closet, tossing clothes left and right like she was on a mission. Meanwhile, I was still in my pyjamas, ready to call it a night, when she suddenly barged into my room, eyes wide with urgency. “The ball party is tonight! Get up, we need to get you ready!” she announced like it was breaking news. I groaned and pulled my blanket tighter around me. “I don’t think I want to go, Mika.” She ignored me completely, already pulling out dresses and holding them up against me like I was a mannequin. “Oh hey, I forgot—we actually got you a dress for the party!” she said, her face lighting up as she continued her search. When she finally pulled out a beaded wine dress, she gasped. “Perfect!” she squealed, squirming like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning. "mikaaaaa!" I called out her name with fustration. Mika glanced at me, pausing for a second before placing a soft hand on my shoulder. “Look, I know things have been… weird between you and vul

Vulvan.FlashbackThe night Susan called, I had been buried in some work, sifting through reports on Savik’s movements. Dax sat across from me, arms folded, waiting for my decision on our next steps. Then my phone rang.Susan, this was the third time she was calling. She kept calling with different numbers.I considered ignoring it. I didn’t.I answered, voice clipped. “What do you want, Susan?”She sighed dramatically. “Is that how you talk to an old friend?”I wasn’t in the mood for games. “I don’t have time for this. Say what you need to say.”She got to the point. “I need a place to stay. My home is flooded.”I leaned back in my chair, already shaking my head. “Try a hotel.”“Hotels aren’t homely,” she said smoothly. “And I’d hate to think you’d leave an old friend like me stranded.”I exhaled sharply. “I don’t owe you anything.”“But I thought we were close, Vulvan,” she purred. “Besides, I could be useful. You know how well I keep secrets, and—”“Enough.” I caught her off hearing

Breakfast was tense.I moved the food around on my plate, barely eating. Mika sat beside me, annoyed, while Vulvan ate quietly across from us. His expression was unreadable, his jaw tight like he was holding something back. Dax sat next to him, watching everything like he was waiting for something to happen.Then Susan spoke.“Oh, Vulvan, remember when we used to have breakfasts like this?” Her voice was smooth but full of meaning. “Back then, we were the perfect couple. Everyone admired us. No one could touch us.”Mika let out an irritated sigh, stabbing her fork into her food.I kept my head down. I wouldn’t give Susan the reaction she wanted.But she wasn’t done.“I heard about you, Zara,” she continued, pretending to sound kind. “Back in Edwood, right? You were weak, weren’t you? Everyone treated you badly. That must have been hard, poor thing.”I went still.Her words were fake sympath wrapped in something sharper.I waited for Vulvan to say something. Anything.He didn’t.Instead,

I woke up with the same hollow feeling in my chest. Another day, another morning without seeing Vulvan.I hadn’t seen him since our heated argument, and the weight of it pressed down on me like a curse. His words still echoed in my mind, sharp and unforgiving."i don't trust you, zara."I wanted to hate him for saying that. But I couldn’t—because it wasn’t entirely false.I was keeping things from him. Things that could destroy him.What he didn’t know was that Savik had given me poison. A slow, lethal poison meant for him. Every day, I kept that secret, and every day, I felt the guilt clawing at my throat, but i have been playing it off telling myself i had no chioce even though i knew it wasn’t the right thing. I should have told him. Maybe I still could. Maybe if I confessed, he would understand.But deep down, I knew—he wouldn’t, why would anyone want to understand your reason wanting to kill them.I sighed, running my fingers through my tangled hair. I wasn’t just weighed down by