Novels by The Wordweaver

Tia's povI walked through the door, my mind still reeling from the events of the day. The fact that we had accepted Lia still made feel that something was going on. Tia looked up at me, concern etched on her face. "Hey, how did it go?" she asked, her voice soft. She was expecting me to say something since I got back, but I had been silent, staring at her with worry on my face all the while. After a while, I took a deep breath, trying to process my thoughts. "I took Lia to the safe house you asked me to," I said, my eyes locking onto Tia's. "But to be honest, I'm not sure if we should be helping her."I expressed my worry from before which caused her to sigh. Tia's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? We have to help her, she's in danger.""Just as she said right?" I asked, and then I shook my head, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. "I know she said she's in danger, but something about this doesn't feel right. I think Lia might be hiding something. She might

Tia's pov“What are you doing here?!” Jayven spat, but I was trying my best to be able to spot who was there. However, as soon as my eyes came in contact, I frowned. My wolf growled so hard, and I did too, fisting my hands as if trying to pull away my mate from her. “What are you doing here?!” I yelled, noticing how her stomach was a normal size now. Was she ever even pregnant?“I'm sorry. I know I did a lot of things against Jayven, and against you, but I'm willing to help.” “Help, how? You don't even know what you're saying, and you think I'm stupid enough to let you back into our lives, go away! Go away!!!” I screamed, and immediately held my stomach as I tried to contain the sharp pain I felt. The way she stared at me was shocking, and I tried my best to be able to come up with whatever was going on with me, but before I could, Jayven lifted her up in his arms, and pinned her against the wall. “How did you get here, why did you ever come back knowing fully well we let you go

Tia's povI returned back home feeling happy. Everything was going the way it was supposed to be. Jayven was even more loving than ever, and now there was a moment of peace unlike before. Even the training of the warriors had been out on hold because there was no other thing to do. I was super happy about everything. My kids were finally going to be born in an era of peace. I smiled, and immediately rested on my back, but Jayven's presence made me sit up again. “My love, how are you feeling?” he asked with raised brows, and was shocked when he noticed how happy I was. “Happy I guess,” I explained, making him smile. “Happy? Why so?” He tried to get more info from me, but I just exhaled, standing up from my seat.I couldn't contain my excitement as I turned to Jayven, a wide smile spreading across my face. "Jayven, I have been waiting for this all my life, and now it's finally here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.“What?” He looked at me with curiosity, his eyes searching

Risa's pov"Pregnant huh?" I asked, and the doctor nodded, making me smirk. However, my smirk immediately started to die down when I turned to the doctor again. The truth was I had been keeping an eye on her especially. I wanted to take her out of the way so bad for actually make me go through a lot of pain. One of which was almost losing Richard to her. I had finally gotten him to myself, but just when I thought I was going to keep in, she had to come along posing as his mate. Richard fell for her, loving her in ways he had never loved me. He chased after her, giving her gifts. All these fueled my revenge plan. All these were the reason I wanted to get her out of the way so bad. I was going to take everything away from her starting from her baby. I turned towards the doctor, and slammed my hands hadd on the table which caused rhe doctor to jolt. "Thank you for the information doctor you have really helped me..." I smirked, my men behind me while the doctor shivered in his seat.

Tia's povI didn't know what else to say. I was taken to the place where things were. I didn't even know what was going on. However Jayven was there all the way. He helped me with the things I needed, and without wasting time he helped me to the car. I had earlier refused to be carried, but then he lifted me when he noticed how slow we were moving. "Are you kidding me?" I asked with raised brows, and was trying my best to leave his hold, but he didn't seem to let me go. "Why can't you stop caring about what other say about you? Besides everyone needs a little help sometimes, and right now, you need mine." I pressed my lips together. I was still very weak and he was still making me laugh. "Maybe you should let me rest a bit. You're making me laugh, and I'm already so weak."He sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just that I love seeing you this way most times, happy and being the best version of yourself that you can be." I didn't say a thing, waiting for him to get me to the car. Once there

Zanna/ Tia's povI stood up from the bed, but the feeling I got next made me want to go back to sleep. It seemed as though the whole world spinned, and I had to becareful. I was worried about the whole thing. "Are you sure you're okay? I understand that you have a lot on your mind, but you feeling this way is strange..." My wolf explained to me, and I nodded, taking a sit on the bed. My hands were on my head, and I tried my best to hold on, but I started feeling sick. I formed a bubble on my cheek, and tried to contain myself, holding back the vomit that threatened to leave my insides. "What's going on?" She asked me, but I was unable to answer, well I was battling with something I didn't understand, so I guess it was something else. "Maybe it's stress... Maybe you haven't been able to recover after the attack. I'm pretty sure there's a lot of things involved." "Are you sure you are aware of what's going on? I understand that it's not as easy as possible to be a ruler, but then

I staggered back, wincing as a jolt of pain shot up my leg. My palpitating heart ached in my chest when I lifted my head to see one of Massimo's men staring daggers at me. "And where do you think you're going?" He asked in a gruff voice that made dread twist in my gut, making me feel sick. I shook my head, struggling to think of a reasonable excuse. My heart thumped so loud that it drowned out my thoughts. I moved back, limping because the more I tried to put my weight on my right leg, the more it stung like a knife buried in molten lava had been shoved into my ankle. Unsure of what to say, I resorted to begging, saying, "Please, let me go." The raw panic in my voice could not be missed. He gripped my arm, harshly dragging me with him. Pain lashed across my ankle, and tears glistened in my eyes, threatening to roll down. "Ouch! My leg," I whimpered with trembling lips. He paid deaf ears to my pleas, dragging me further. "Please, I promise I'll go far away from here. I'll pay y

"Answer me, Farfalla," Don Massimo let out a low growl from the back of his throat. "Would you rather have a bullet deep in your head or dance to the rhythm of my drum?" Instinctively, my hands flew up in surrender, and my throat knotted."P-please, don't shoot me," I stuttered, and a sheen of sweat broke out on my forehead. "I'll travel to Italy with you."A sly smile tugged the sides of his lips, and he let his hand lie idly beside his body. "Good," he said in a gravelly tone that made my stomach clench. "I'll send Viola to you."With that, he returned the gun to his pocket, giving me a once over. Goosebumps racked the entirety of my arms, and I could feel his eyes, skimming my skin with phantom fingers. He pivoted on the balls of his heels and willed his legs to the door. My gaze never faltered, I watched him like a hawk with my heart in my mouth. He gripped the door knob and glanced over his shoulder with an icy stare directed to me. "And don't even think about running. My me

My eyes fluttered open to a blurry sight. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog. My back was pressed against something soft, indicating that I was lying on a mattress. Once the fog disappeared, all my senses awakened, and the first thing I felt was pain all over my body. "Ugh, what happened?" I asked in my head, feeling disoriented. I turned my head to the right, noticing I was in an unfamiliar room. High-end art adorned the walls, and there was luxurious furniture sitting around. Where was I? Panic set in as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to regain my memory. My eyes snapped open when images of people scrambling around and bullets flying in the air flashed in my head. "You're finally awake." A rich, baritone voice filled the room, and a shiver ran down my spine. "Welcome back, Farfalla." Turning to the left, my heart thrummed in my chest when I sighted a man by the doorway, peering at me with orbs, which were interwoven with the captivating seems of blue. I jerked, tryi

"Gib-Gibson," it came out like a whisper, and I could feel my lips quivering. "I never wanted you to find out like this," he said, but I couldn't ignore the nonchalance interwoven in his tone. "But I'm glad you did." Gibson waved at his secretary, ushering her away. The sounds of her heels clicking on the tiles indicated her retreat. My face fell flat, and my head spun, still trying to make sense of why my husband would do such a cruel thing to me. I gave Gibson my all. My late grandfather kicked against our marriage, stating Gibson was a phoney, but I didn't believe him. The weight of their betrayal locked around my neck like a vice, threatening to cut off my supply of oxygen. "How could you?" Tears stung my lids, turning my sight of the duo foggy. Gina retreated into the bathroom and swiftly shut the door. Gibson reclined on his seat, staring at me with no iota of remorse. Even the shock that was once in his green eyes disappeared, now replaced with a bored look. "It hasn't

I killed the engine in front of the hospital and briskly walked into the building. The strong smell of antiseptic hit me, and my vision grew blurry for a second. "Good day, ma'am," one of the nurses greeted, but I only spared her a small wave before breezing past her. "Do you have an appointment?" A lady I assumed to be the receptionist tailed behind me. Halting to a stop, I curled my fingers into fists. "I am Heather Williams," I said through gritted teeth and then tossed a glare over my shoulder at her before adding, "I do not need an appointment to visit my family doctor.""We're so sorry, ma'am. She is new here," said another nurse, who rushed up to us with an apologetic glint in her eyes. With a grunt, I spun on my heels and pulled up short in front of his door, rapping on it. "Come in," the doctor said, and I couldn't miss the hint of tiredness in his voice. Pushing the door open, I felt a painful nudge in my stomach, but I ignored it, marching into his office with a molte