Shatter Nova And Deacon Novels & Stories

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

“I did. And so did everyone else in this bus. You are no longer in your mortal bodies, and you now exist as your bare conscience. Hence, you cannot think, and everything you think is a thought is being said aloud. Now, sit.” Once again, I’m somehow sitting without moving an inch. “If I have to repeat this instruction, you will fail to transition, Soul 113.” “Nova,” I grumble, folding my arms, a sign that I’ve given up trying. I don’t know why he keeps calling me a number. My name is Nova. I prefer it to that stupid thing he keeps calling me, like I’m an animal in a farmer’s yard. “I do not have a gender, Soul 113. You refer to me as they, or nothing at all.”

“Look, kitten. I can explain.” The sudden realization settled heavily on Nova. Before his hand could touch hers, she took some quick steps backward, breaking the contact completely. “How dare you, Deen? Who gave you the right?” Zaydeen’s brows pulled together in surprise. He had never heard Nova speak in such sharp, defensive language to him before. “I… I didn’t mean to interfere.” “Yet you did,” Nova groaned, tears already forming in her eyes. She did not mean to be rude to him, but she was just too heartbroken to see this woman standing in her living room at all.

The lights were gold and warm, people spinning in their glitter and money, laughing like the world didn’t rot under their shoes. And there she was. Nova. Looking small. Lost. Too damn beautiful to be standing alone in this pit of snakes. And then I saw him. Luca. Slowly dancing with that blonde doll on his arm like he hadn’t just destroyed something sacred. The sight of him lit something in me that I couldn’t control. My pulse spiked. The sound of my boots against the marble floor was louder than the music as I closed the distance. Nova didn’t see me at first. She was frozen, staring at the bastard like she wanted to kill him herself. But when my voice cut through the air, the whole room see

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

I staggered, almost collapsed, my notebook leaping off my hands and shooting across the floor. I had already reached the street when I could even begin to chase after it. Behind me, the doors slammed shut with a harsh snap, the reflected glass revealing that I was---outside, unwanted. I stood outside for what seemed like forever, even the dark sky and sign of heavy did not make me lose sight of what brought me here. “Damien knight.” I kept repeating the name like it was a savor. And then coming out of the revolving doors, Damian Knight. He glittered beneath the rain pounding down. Hands reached out and clutched him, paparazzi shouting his name, and flashes of camera. He strode as if he were

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

"Then we release everything. No mercy. No second chances." He turned to look at me. "You really think this could work?" "I think it's worth trying. Because the alternative is spending the rest of our lives watching our families tear each other apart, and I don't think either of us wants that." He was quiet for a long moment. Then he nodded. "Okay. Let's try it your way." We walked back into the living room together. Everyone looked up, their faces tight with fear and hope. "We've made a decision," Anthony said. "We're not going to take this public. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook."

"Is he right?" "I don't know. Part of me wants him to wait. Wants to believe we can pick up where we left off after I graduate. But the other part knows I'm different now. That the girl he loved is gone. Replaced by someone harder. Someone who knows how to fight and hunt and survive in ways humans never could." "You're still you, Luna." "Am I? Because most days I don't recognize myself anymore." Nova shifted position. "How about this. We make a pact. Right here. Right now. We survive this place together. No matter what happens. No matter what rank we get or who tries to break us. We stick together. Deal?"

"Gonna stay with Nova, I'm surprised my pops said I could. Then again, her mother and father are LA police officers so he knows I'm safe with them." Just then the front door opens and Deacon walks in, coming right for the living room where Travis and I are sitting. He has an angry look on his face and I already know what's coming before he even fucking says anything. He speaks to Travis first, glancing at me every so often to shoot me a slow wink that has my damn toes curling inside my socks. "Son, you ready to head over to Nova's?" "Yeah, actually I was gonna head over there now since Myla and I are done with our session for today."