Cruel Doubt Book Novels & Stories

No matter how much one tries to ignore it, somehow, doubt always had a way of settling into hearts. ‎ ‎Selene, still leaning by the kitchen counter, couldn't shake the doubt in her heart despite the fact that it's been a long while since Clara went upstairs. Despite having told herself that it didn't matter if Clara was seeing Kyle, the echo of her sister’s words lingered still. ‎ ‎" I would never betray you... I’m doing this for you... I know exactly what I’m doing..."

Because as long as Lena still existed in his mind as something good something pure something he might want back there would never be room for anyone else to matter the way she did. Now there was doubt and doubt is a powerful thing. I finished my beer and set the bottle down harder than I meant to. Whatever happened next, it was already in motion and I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t know exactly what I have done.

POV RUBY The air in the room felt like a physical weight, pressing down on my lungs until every breath was a conscious effort. Nevan’s hand was still a heavy, searing presence between my legs, pinning me to the reality of my own craving. I was torn open—not just by the jagged rip in my silk gown, but by the way he was looking at me. In the flickering amber glow of the dying fire, he didn't look at me like a victim. He didn't look at me with the clinical detachment of the professors I’d studied under. He looked at me like a mirror reflecting a truth I had spent years trying to bury.

Erwin Keller sat on a fur couch. Three young shewolves sat around him. They were my cousin, Madison Browne, my colleague, Cynthia Tyrell, and my best friend, Mikaela Gaston. They all had on revealing fur dresses, and they were all smiling as if eager to please him. "Back already?" Erwin glanced up. "Perfect timing. The game just started." I dug my fingernails into my palms. Over the past few months, Erwin had slept with every shewolf close to me just to watch me fall apart.

When I passed by his study on the second floor, the door was left slightly ajar. He had left his home laptop on, and the screen was frozen on Crescent Gallery's official website. The name in the search bar was Stardust. I paused and stared at it for three long seconds. It dawned on me that Alder was actively looking into Stardust, but it didn't matter to me anymore. He was about to get his answers soon, regardless of what his motives were. As I left the villa, I ran into Danika at the door. She cast me a contemptuous glance and asked, "Maeve, are you packing up and moving out for good?"

⸻ Silence followed. The kind that makes your chest hurt. ⸻ Then Isabelle stood. Slowly. Carefully. Like every movement had weight. ⸻ “If she remembers,” she said quietly, “she won’t survive it.” ⸻ That made him pause. Not outwardly. But inside. A crack in certainty. ⸻ “You don’t know that,” he said. ⸻ “I do,” she replied. And this time, there was no hesitation. No doubt. Just truth she believed with her whole chest.

When the cab pulled up to The Book Nook, my hands were already shaking. The place hadn’t changed. Same faded green sign swinging above the door, same chipped white paint on the windows. My breath caught in my throat. I stepped out of the cab, clutching my bag tight, and walked up to the door. My hand hesitated on the handle. Was this a mistake? What if seeing him broke me all over again? I pushed the door open. The smell of coffee and books hit me instantly—warm, sweet, familiar. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room, heart thudding like a drum.

Making sure I can't escape in any case. He pulled a phone. I thought phone isn't allowed in here?! My knees weakened that's why I settled on a quench chair near the closet. "I was told to come here..." He scratched his nose. "No, I'm asking who are you?!" "Feinah. Feinah Hererra?" I affirmed. He chuckled. "Really?..." The man walked straight until he kneeled in front of me. He scanned my face for seconds before nodding. "So the report was true, Feinah's under therapy..." he whispered. "Seeing you this close is enough evidence for the Hererras contemplating our generosity."

She spat cruelly. The room felt suffocating as despair clawed at my throat. "You think your sly whispers can convince the pack?" I shot back, facing her with unexpected resolve, even as doubt gnawed at me. “Craig wouldn’t want you manipulating me like this. He wouldn’t want this for the pack.”

“I just want father to know that he's putting aside his innocent daughter. I want him to know that he is breaking your heart by his actions when you deserve nothing but the best treatment.” “My child will be birthed in the later months.” I said. “I don't want her to feel unwanted, that is why she should never know how she came.” “My sister, you are a strong woman. Even at this moment where you're supposed to show weakness, you show courage. The greatest of all kinds. And you're still thinking of your future child. We the Mid-East pack don't deserve you.” “What do I do if not to show courage? I've always been alone when it came down to it. Although Steven, you've vouched for me far more than