Se connecter✦ ❦ ✦ Helen POV ✦ ❦ ✦The moment I hear him, I already want to leave the living room."Hey, can you stop flexing your chest all around the house? It's fucking disgusting," I say, not looking up from my phone. "I'm sure you think you look cool, but sorry—you just look ridiculous."I throw it out there like it means nothing. But honestly, I have been acutely aware of him standing in that doorway for the last five seconds.Kelvin just stands there, sweat dripping down his temple, and his expression didn't change. That's the thing I really hate about him—nothing ever changes. No anger, no defensiveness, just this soft, understanding look that makes me want to hit something."I'm sorry, Helen. I never meant to bother you."His voice is low. Apologetic. Genuine. He's nothing but a sweet soul. That's literally the problem.Yeah, he's got the muscles that make you forget how to think for a second. Yeah, his face shouldn't be allowed to exist in the same space as the rest of us because it's un
Morena was alone in the guest room.The late afternoon light came in soft through the half-closed curtains, painting gold stripes across the bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress with her legs crossed, phone resting loosely in her hands. Her hair was down. She looked almost peaceful.I floated just inside the doorway and watched her.She smiled to herself — a small, private smile that didn’t belong on the face of someone who had just left her sister dying in a hospital bed. Then she spoke into the quiet room like someone was listening.“Almost there,” she whispered. “Just a little longer, Evie. You’ve always been so patient.”The way she said my childhood nickname made something cold slide down my spine.She unlocked her phone with her thumb and opened the notes app. The screen lit up her face from below. I drifted closer until I was standing right behind her, close enough that if I still had breath it would have moved the hair on the back of her neck.The first note was dated almo
CHAPTER 1All I could see was darkness. Life after death was never like what I had ever imagined. I always believed there is heaven and he'll.Not the kind you close your eyes to. The kind that *is* — thick, heavy, like I'm underwater but there's no water. Just pressure. Against my chest. Against my thoughts.Life after death was never supposed to be like this.My whole life, I preached about heaven and hell. Heaven for the good people. Hell for the bad ones. Simple. Clean. Binary. I'd stand there talking about it like I had the blueprint memorized — like I'd read the manual.Dying? That wasn't in my manual.Dying *now*, at thirty-six, after everything I'd sacrificed, after everything I'd built?Fuck that.I walk toward the light because I don't know what else to do. My feet don't really move — it's more like I'm *drawn* — and I immediately regret it. The light doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like stepping out of a room where I was invisible and suddenly everyone
A romance romance between 3 characters. 1. Eliana (fl) has been on a date with Champion (ml) having a nice time together. building friendship and started talking casually. Eliana has a younger sister who is 23 years old. Eliana is 25years old by the way. So champion and Eliana started as friends going out together, watching movies together. But along the line, Eliana started having feelings and in her mind concluded that she and champion are a thing instead of normal friends. Meanwhile champion likes Eliana sister Cynthia so much that the only way to get to Cynthia is through her sister Eliana. hence why he was friends with Eliana in the first place. Champion has never loved Eliana as a lover but as a friend. But Eliana get confused and take it as relationship and being nice. Cynthia is a very quiet girl who is really hard to approach because of her aura, she doesn't talk or answer anyone. more reasons champion using her sister to get to her. After champion asked Eliana for a f
❈ ❈Riley Pov❈ ❈The resort was exactly what we needed.White sand. Turquoise water. The kind of place where nobody knew who we were and nobody cared that we were a throuple. It was just three people in love, and that was it.Jayson had rented us a private villa with a balcony that overlooked the ocean. The first thing I did when we got there was take off my shoes and just stand there, breathing in the salt air like it could fix everything that had gone wrong over the past few weeks.We spent the first day just existing. Swimming. Eating. Not talking about anything heavy. But on the second day, over breakfast on the terrace, Jayson brought it up."We need to talk about what comes next," he said. He was casual about it, like he wasn't asking us to plan our entire lives. "Like, actually talk about it.""Okay," I said. "What comes next?""I'm thinking we get a place together," he said. "Something that's ours. Not your apartment. Not some place we're just crashing at. Actually ours."
The glass in my car window begins to vibrate from him. The energy rolling off the black wolf in waves is so dense, so heavy, that it's making the glass literally shake. I can feel it in my bones, my teeth, in the soft spaces between my ribs.I lock eyes with him through the rain-streaked window.Molten silver. That's all I can think as I stare right at his eyes at that glow like liquid metal poured straight from a forge. They're not normal. Not the regular pack wolf, domestic, or anything that exists in the Goddess's carefully ordered supernatural hierarchy. These eyes are older than the Moon Goddess. Older than pack law. Older than meAnd they're looking at me like I'm something rare that shouldn't exist. Something he's been waiting for.His massive paw lifts and presses against my car door. Not claws out. Not aggressive. Just a heavy, deliberate touch that sends vibrations through the frame. I watch his eyes flare with something that might be recognition, hunger, or something I did
The mansion gardens had been transformed without becoming unrecognizable.Simple white flowers hung from strings between trees. Chairs arranged in two sections facing a stone arch. No stage, no grand performance space. Just a place where two people could stand and say things they actually meant.Se
Selena didn't sleep. She lay in the dark listening to the mansion settle—pipes shifting, the distant hum of the AC, the weight of what happened on the terrace pressing down on her like something physical. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it: the heat of his mouth on hers. The way he'd tilted
Selena's mother was in the private room at Royal Crest Hospital, looking stronger than she had in weeks. The upgrade had already happened. The surgery was already scheduled for tomorrow. Selena sat beside her mother's bed, smoothing down the expensive blanket, not quite ready to explain where the
The smell of disinfectant and despair clung to everything in the hospital corridor. Selena Jesus sat on the cold plastic chair, elbows digging into her thighs, staring at the faded white floor tiles like they held answers. “The cancer has spread to her liver,” Dr. Patel said gently. “Without surg







