I Am His Novels & Stories

He registered under a burner name and typed four letters into the search bar: N-O-A-H. The screen flickered. Then, the results loaded. Sultry photos of Noah on stage and on men flooded the screen. Sebastian’s face lit up with a slow, wicked grin. "Oh, Noah," he whispered. "You are so finished."

‘Here we go…’ She said to herself, lifting her chin slightly, trying to look unfazed despite the tension tightening in her chest. “How may I help you, madam?” His voice came out calm and steady, unexpectedly so. There was no smile on his face, just a firm, unreadable expression. He stood there like carved wood, unmoving and unbending. “I’m stepping out.” Her response came out smaller than she intended, her voice sitting at the edge of her breath. She avoided eye contact, her gaze slipping past him as though that would make the moment easier to bear.

I asked quietly, feeling foolish for even asking. The man glanced at me, then back at the approaching convoy. “The heir” he said. “He’s returned from the U.S. Came to see his father.” “Oh”, I managed to say. We stepped aside near the stone path, waiting as the cars continued forward. One of the cars slowed.

Alex calls, "Hey! Man, help me out a bit here, will you?" Adam smirks over at his brother. "You're not Adam." I mumble, sinking back further into the tree, if that was even possible. "Oh heaven's no! I haven't been Adam for quite a while." Adam exclaims, his eyes glowing a brighter grey, "My name is Abror. Some may call me the Grand Duke of Hades, but you may call me King."

“Is that you?” There was a pause, a moment where time seemed to hold its breath, and then a warm hand enveloped mine, strong and steady. His grip was firm, grounding me, anchoring me in the midst of the storm raging in my mind. “No, Anita. It’s me, Hades.” His voice was soft, soothing, and yet there was a weight to it, an emotion that resonated deeply, stirring something within me.

he answered. I walked in and sat next to him. “Don't tell me that there are more people here. If there are, just tell them that I am asleep, and I will see them later,” he said “Oh no, there is no one else. It's just me.” I answered “I was meant to ask you, how was your walk with Alessandro?” He questioned. Just him bringing up the name sent chills down my spine. I thought of the kiss, the conversation, his scent and the hug. I hated that I thought of him at the mention of his name.