Novels by B Wynter

CHAPTER EIGHT Seraphina's POVThe world is heavy. My head feels like stones were heaped on it and my body aches in places I didn’t know could hurt. I drift in and out of consciousness, weightless and trapped at the same time, caught between dreams and the cold bite of reality.Sometimes, I hear voices.Jonathan’s, rough and distant, disappearing in the hallways.The sharp clicks of different shoes or crocs on the tiled floors. Machines humming and beeping. I can hear every single little thing and it makes me feel like I'm going crazy.Then there’s another voice and this one is softer, sharper, dipped in venom.‘You should’ve died, you know.’I think I’m dreaming when I hear it, but the voice is too real, and it sounds too familiar. My mind claws at this thought or memory and I jerk, desperate to rise. To know who it is, but my body won’t move. The pillow beneath me shifts and there is a tiny bit of pressure, light at first, then it starts to press against my face. I can’t open my eye

CHAPTER SEVEN Jonathan’s POV The hospital air tastes like disinfectant and boredom. I’ve been stuck in that room so long, the damn walls are starting to feel like they’re closing in. The second my phone buzzes in my pocket, I take the excuse. I get up, stretch my legs, and step out into the hallway, running a hand through my hair. The call is nothing. It was just my father barking about work, responsibility and how she was doing. I tell him I’m still at the hospital, keeping an eye on Seraphina as he asked, and I can hear the sharp breath on the other end like he is happy with my statement. Then he goes ahead to tell me that I should take good care of her, that she will be my sister soon and that he'll be here with her mother tomorrow. I end the call, annoyed as to why he is reminding me of the fact that I would soon be siblings with her. I didn't want to be siblings of any sort with her. I sigh and slip the phone back into my pocket, needing to take a breather. I don't know wha

CHAPTER SIX SERAPHINA’S POVThey were going to release him? They were actually going to let that monster out in two months. That’s all it took for the world to decide a man like him deserved a second chance.They don't care. He wasn’t supposed to be out until twelve years! I can't feel my legs anymore. I don't even notice how tight I'm gripping the sheets until my knuckles turn white and I feel my nails dig into my palms. My whole body trembles and I feel like crying but the tears don’t come. ‘Hey!’ Jonathan’s voice cuts through the noise ringing in my ears and I blink, not realizing he’s still there,watching me from the corner of the room like some bored spectator. His face is unreadable, but his eyes have shifted, but it isn't a look of mockery or that usual sharp edge of cruelty. It is different. His gaze is cold and quiet. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost,’ he mutters, leaning back in the chair like this is any other day and not the moment my entire world tipped off its axi

My eyes widen. Celine yelps in surprise as Jonathan's face moves to the side from the impact of Alistair's fist.What has he done?!Jonathan only smirks and wipes off the blood on his nose. Then his smirk turns into a full-blown laugh.'I'm tired of you treating everyone like they're beneath you. Especially Seraphina,' Alistair barks, but Jonathan keeps laughing like a maniac.'Oh, you've outdone yourself, Partridge,' he says and stands straight. Then he lands a punch on Alistair's nose. And again, and again. He kept throwing repeated punches in his face.Celine stands and tries to calm both of them, but they don't listen. I tried to stand, and I fortunately did, but my legs hurt, but then I stand up. 'Jonathan!' I call out in a loud voice, limping like a kid till I am next to him. He seems to listen because he stops his eyes widening. Then Celine rushes to grab Alistair, moving him away from there.'This isn't over, Alistair, I will deal with you!' Jonathan says and pushes me to the

I look up at him to wait for his annoying grin that shows he was joking. My heart raced as fast as it did when I was running the relay in 8th grade. But I don't know why it is racing this much. Because of his breath tickling my skin or because of his words. 'I told you I wasn't done with you in the hallways yesterday. Why did you leave?' He whispers in my ear and I feel my body shiver. Why is my body suddenly acting this way towards him? What does this mean? Is this a side effect of my head injury? 'I'm asking you a question, Finna, damn it!' He slams his palm on the armrest of the wheelchair. I flinch. 'Why shouldn't I have left?' I raise my chin. 'Because I told you not to.' 'Who do you think you are to boss me around?' He smirks. The one I know too well to be wicked. Then he stands straight, giving me space to breathe. 'Who I am...' He chuckles. 'You know what you make me want to do to you? You make me want to hurt you. See you bend and break that nasty attitude of yours

I can't breathe. I literally can't breathe! Someone, get me an interpreter because I don't quite understand what this doctor is talking about.I am partially disabled. Huh? What did I do? I have heard there is a creator of the universe. An almighty. But why, hmm? Why does he always find pleasure in watching me live a miserable life like an episode after an episode?I got chocolate thrown on me, I had gotten physically assaulted, and I got hit by a car (which was totally my fault), but still? Now that I decided to help myself earn money and go to college, I can't use my right hand? The most important one? Is this a joke or some sort of prank?Damn, almighty, this is 100- nil. This game of life isn't fair and I want you to please, please take it away from me.'Take me away you bastard!' I cry out this time, startling both Jonathan's dad, my mom and the doctor.'I'm sorry,' I lowered my head and rested my head back on the pillow, sighing. No wonder I wasn't able to raise it when I wanted