Novels by Say Moonlight

Kiara's POV.It was past noon, and the house's still silence all over the house was so suffocating, I wanted to scream. The quiet wasn’t peaceful, it was stifling. The kind of silence that seeps into your bones and makes every creak of the floor, every tick of the clock, every rustle of fabric feel too loud. I had been alone since Hyde slammed the door behind him last night, storming out of his training hall. Since he decided, again that the best way to deal with our disagreements was to run.And this time, he ran to them.His mistresses. His pretty little distractions. His poisonous comforts. Women who didn’t ask questions, didn’t make demands, didn’t fight back when his anger rose like a storm tide. Women who didn’t care about him, not the way I did, not the way that demanded truth.My fingers were tangled in my hair, half heartedly trying to make sense of the chaos there, but I kept losing focus. I sat on the large dressing chair in our bedroom, before the mirror. I hadn't opened

The door clicked shut behind him as Valerie practically ran out, but Hyde didn’t move. The room felt hollow, too quiet, too still. His heartbeat loud enough that he could hear them in his ears, louder than the muted music outside or the whisper of voices from the hallway as the quarter party continued. He stood there, his back pressed against the wood, trying to collect the pieces of whatever was left of him after that encounter.His knuckles still ached from how hard he’d gripped her wrist. Shame prickled the back of his neck. He hadn’t meant to hurt Valerie... not really... but he also hadn’t expected his emotions to boil over like that. Rage, guilt, confusion… it all clawed at him.He ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, the weight of his choices pressing harder than ever. This place that once felt like his pleasure pack away from his worries, now it felt like a crypt, each memory layered with dust and regret. The lavish couch by the window, the half drunk bottle of scotch

Hyde fumed with anger and frustration as he stormed through the hallways of the quarters. The building was familiar, holding the memories of far too many nights spent in the same disarrayed state... fueled by anger, by tension, or even crave for pleasure. It was his last resort; it was where men like him went when the world weighed too heavily on their shoulders and needed a night of pleasure and ecstasy.The last time he had walked these halls, it had been under vastly different circumstances, with a sense of triumph and freedom that came knowing he wouldn't be back. Because he was getting married and the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain by cheating with his other mistresses. But it seemed that was too much sacrifice for her. Tonight, he was ready to feed his beast, it's been a long while anyway. And what better way to do that than with Valerie? the woman who had once held a place in his life... who had once known the touch of his lips, his hands, and the dark corners

Kiara's POV.The bed was empty when I reached out.Hyde wasn’t there.I blinked against the early morning light filtering through the curtains.I sat up slowly, the draw of sleep still in my eyes. The room felt too quiet without him in it. I glanced toward the door, hoping maybe he’d just stepped out for water... or something. But no. He was gone.Again.I sighed, dragging myself out of bed, and headed into the bathroom, starting the bath without much thought. The steam was warm against my skin offering relaxation, but my mind was already pacing like a restless animal.Where had he gone?After last night… I didn’t expect him to vanish like that. Not without a word.I sank into the tub and tried to push the unease out of my lungs. He needed space, I told myself. That was who he was. But still. The way he’d looked at me..touched me. That hadn’t felt like something you walked away from without a trace.When I got out, the maids had already arrived. I must’ve been in the bath longer than

Kiara's POV. I was already half asleep when I heard the room door creak open.At first, I didn’t move. Just laid there, covered in the sheets. then I stirred slightly to check who it was, and my breath caught in my throat.Hyde.Something in the way the atmosphere in the room moved when he entered. I sat up slowly, pushing the covers off. The room was a bit dark, but I could still make out his face. I slowly sat up, my gaze fixed on him. He didn’t say anything. Just stood there my heart skipped a beat when I sighted blood crusting over his knuckles like dried paint.“Hyde,” I breathed.He didn’t even look up. His shoulders were rigid, his coat hung open, and his hands… gods, his hands.I didn’t ask right away. I didn’t say anything else. I just turned, walked into the bathroom, and ran the water.I found one of the smaller towels, soaked it through, wrung it out, and came back.He still hadn’t moved.“You’re dripping on the floor,” I murmured, gently.That got his attention.He f

The forest swallowed Hyde whole as he pushed deeper into the woods. He didn’t care about the thorns that scraped his arms or the branches that slapped against his face. The roar inside him was louder than the rustling leaves or the wind through the treetops.He found a space... surrounded by crooked trees and stopped. His chest heaved, his breath ragged with rage. Without hesitation, he turned toward the nearest tree and slammed his fist into its trunk. The bark bit into his knuckles, splitting the skin, but he didn’t stop. Another punch. And another.“Damn it!” he growled, each word guttural, shaking through clenched teeth.The bark tore, and blood was beginning to coat his fist, but Hyde barely felt it. Pain was welcome it made sense. It had rules. Unlike Alonzo’s twisted schemes. Unlike the burning anger that clawed at his insides because he’d had to walk away when everything in him screamed to destroy his brother.He leaned forward, his palms flat against the tree, breathing hard.