Novels by Vee

Felix watched the cherry blossom trees through the window. A book that he was supposed to read sat on his lap, but the last thing he wanted to do was study. The weather seemed too nice to spend the day doing something as exhausting as studying. If his tutor would allow him so, he would’ve run out to the grassy field outside and laid down as pink petals rain over him while he admired the clear skies. He heard the door creak open and he failed to suppress his groan. Begrudgingly, he took his book and opened it to a random page to pretend that he had been doing what he was supposed to be doing all this time. “It’s been a while.” He looked up from the page he was staring at and found Addie hovering by the doorway. She was wearing a dress and light makeup while a small smile hung on her lips. It was his first time seeing her in a couple of months, and in such garb at that! Felix let his book fall onto the floor as he jumped out of his seat to run to her. A

“So, you’re still not over that plan of yours to convince humans to cooperate with us?” Addie questioned Enzo with a raised eyebrow. She sighed and leaned against the backrest of her chair. “I thought we were going to use the high-security personnel? They don’t hire humans for that.” “You see, that security team’s strength is in numbers,” the werewolf began to explain. “They are excellent individually, of course. But their strength is amplified by much because they work as a single unit.” “And so?” “Dylan. Ash. Ethan,” he said as he raised a finger for each name before pointing a thumb at himself. “And me. We’re going to be taking them on one-by-one, as much as we can.” Felix gasped in amazement. “Wow, really?” “Yes. Then…” he leaned towards the table, pressing his palms against it for support. His red eyes glinted with mischief, just as it always did whenever he comes up with an idea he’s confi

Addie took a cautious step back into the hut. At the opposite corner of the room, she found her father sitting on the floor with his hands handcuffed behind him. She expected Felix to at least land a punch, but surprisingly, Mr. Barlowe was unscathed. She wasn’t certain whether Felix being able to overwhelm her father by his pheromones alone was frightening or impressive. The scent of familiar pheromones still lingered in the air, but it wasn’t enough to make it difficult to breathe. To her right, she saw Felix opening a window to air out the room. She then removed her helmet and goggles to properly meet his gaze. “Hey,” he said with a small smile. With a tilt of his head, he gestured towards Mr. Barlowe who was sitting silently in the corner. “If you want to talk to him, you should do so before he passes out.” That’s when Addie realized that Felix had deliberately avoided leaving any noticeable injury on her father out of consideration for her. She smiled ba

Addie realized that it became easier to breathe. Her lungs didn’t burn and the lightheadedness was gone. She took a deep breath and true enough, Felix had stopped emitting his pheromones. He was only a half-blood but his pheromones could easily overwhelm full-blooded werewolves. She shuddered to think about just how strong his father, Dylan Hayes, was. “Do you feel better now?” Felix looked up at her, his eyes back to their ordinarily dark hue. Without the golden eyes, his features were prominently Isabella’s. “Yes. Thank you.” Then, they pulled away from the hug. He thought about how nice it felt while it lasted and was guilty for thinking that his sudden pheromone outburst had at least amounted to something. Felix grabbed his goggles and helmet that were left abandoned on the dirty floor moments prior to put them back on. But just when he was about to, Addie spoke. “About earlier…” His hands froze and he felt her gaze on him, but for some re

It had only been a few months but the nostalgia hit Felix harder than he expected. It was difficult to properly look at the familiar poorly maintained streets and shanties through the dark tint of the van windows and his oversized goggles as they drove through. There were a bunch of stalls and carts set up on either side of the road, just as it always did at this time of the year. Though many were still skeptical about the whole werewolf-human coexistence propaganda, it had become a tradition to treat the presidential visit in the outskirts as some kind of a festival. Some stalls had a display of an assortment of homemade delicacies while others advertised fun games. Felix remembered running around the neighborhood as a child with a few loose change in his pocket. All the games and food made him excited so James would make him wear contact lenses despite his protests. When he grew older, they would have their own business set up on the road instead of celebrating. Ei

“It might snow today.” Felix turned to his right and found Addie. She had her head tilted up to join him in staring at the night sky. Thick, gray clouds made it impossible to see a single star. “Seems so.” “You nervous?” She craned her neck to meet his gaze. He should’ve felt embarrassed to be caught staring, but he kept the eye contact, letting himself drown into her now -familiar silvery eyes. Addie stared back, a small smile slowly making its way to her lips, “You’re nervous.” “Does it show?” “Yes,” Addie held up a hand to cup his face. Gently, she grazed his cheekbone with her thumb. “Your eyes turned yellow again.” She had her hair up into a ponytail and he wondered whether the cold wasn’t bothering her at all, so his gaze trailed down to her red ears then to her bare neck. Wordlessly, he took off his scarf and wrapped it around her. She seemed to be surprised at the gesture but grateful nonetheless. It was the scarf his mother ha

“You called for me, sir?” I asked as I closed the door behind me. The captain looked up from his usual stack of job orders on his desk before gesturing towards a chair. “Ah, yes. Sit down, Avery.” I did as I was told. “Do you have a specific job for me, sir?” “Actually, yes. But it’s not an assassination, I just need you to investigate,” Mr. Morgan fished out a manila folder from one of his drawers and handed it to me. I quickly skimmed through the file and found documents about a certain drug ring operating in the city. “It’s a delicate case, so do treat it as such.” “Copy that,” I replied. I looked at the file once more and tilted my head in confusion. “But sir, if it’s okay to ask…Didn’t you tell me before that cases like these should be handed over to the kingdom?” “Yes, the king himself required our assistance.” “T-The king?” I sputtered. This never happened before, for as long as I can remember. And I should know since I’ve been in the force for ten years now while the guil

The sun was just beginning to rise, bathing the city in an almost ethereal hue of gold and orange. I’ve always loved the peace in early mornings when the streets were bright yet void of their usual bustle. The sound of the tree leaves rustling through the wind and the birds chirping made me calm. Well, except today, I wasn’t in the right headspace to appreciate the peace and calm.I unwrapped my towel, let it fall to the floor and positioned myself in front of the mirror. I stared at my reflection for a few moments, studying the bright red hickeys on my body. Then, as if my reflection was another person, I frowned at myself and muttered, “You idiot.”Flashbacks of last night ran through my head. I could vividly remember how Calum Reed’s body looked—unexpectedly muscular—and how his moans sounded. My skin tingled as if it had a life of its own and was reminding me how good his touch felt. The memory sent a shiver down my spine.What happened last night was great, probably even the best

I only realized the gravity of the situation I was in upon seeing Calum Reed sitting on the foot of his king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a bath robe and holding a flute of champagne in one hand. I’ve always thought how pale his skin was, but the sliver of chest muscle that peeked through his robe was much paler.Feeling undeniably self-conscious and embarrassed with each passing second, I visibly shrank into the identical robe I was wearing. My arms crossed over my chest in an attempt to hide myself, but I still felt as exposed as ever. When I noticed a sly, amused smirk form on his lips, I knew then that there was no use left to pretend that I wasn’t bothered at all.“Can’t we do this while dressed?” I asked him in a low voice while awkwardly hovering by his bedroom door and fiddling with the fabric of my robe. “I don’t see why I have to look like…this.”He gulped down the remaining contents of his glass before standing up to set it down on one of his bedside tables. For a moment,

“Oh god,” I breathed out. My eyes were wide in horror as I stared at my hand grasping at the hilt of my knife. The blade was completely buried into Calum Reed’s flesh, his blood trickling down my arm. The shock has made my body freeze but sent my brain on overdrive. “Oh god, oh god, oh god…”“Why would you do that?”I finally had the strength to lift my head to meet his eyes. His voice was calm. His face contorted in a way that made it seem like the knife in his chest was a minor inconvenience rather than a fatal injury. I didn’t know whether I should be confused, impressed, or worried. “I-I didn’t mean to. I—”“You are acting strangely guilty for a person who follows kill orders,” before I could even come up with a retort, he brushed off my hand and swiftly pulled out the knife. I winced at the sight and decided to look away. I heard the metal being thrown on the ground before he spoke once again, “Good thing your knife was not silver.”I slowly craned my head to look back at him. “S

I watched my arrow speed through the wind until its blade finally sank into the dummy target made out of pieces of mismatched fabrics sown together and hay stuffing. Old buttons were used for eyes, and a thick line of thread formed a permanent frown onto its face. My arrow jutted out of its shoulder, many inches away from where its heart was supposed to be in if it had one. Sweat run down the sides of my face as my vision faded in and out for a fraction of a second once again. The frustration worsened the headache that was already pounding against my skull consistently for the past few days. The lack of sleep was probably catching up to me, and my body was paying the price. “Your aim is even worse today.” I quickly turned around to find Kyle walking past the slightly ajar barn doors to join me. He was holding a bow with one hand while a satchel and a quiver full of newly sharpened arrows were strapped across his torso. The afternoon sunlight behind him made his dirty blonde hair bri

“I read the news. Congratulations on another success,” Kyle said after catching up to me. Judging from his polished boots and his quiver full of sharp arrows, I could immediately tell that he was going on a mission, possibly later tonight. He then casually slung an arm over my shoulders and leaned in close to whisper, “But didn’t you go solo? It wasn’t like you to torture him after shooting an arrow to his chest.”My heart went frantic at our close proximity, but I have learned over the years how to play it cool. With a confused frown, I whispered back, “What do you mean I tortured him? I shot him and then that was it.”“Hmm, I guess the media was exaggerating again,” he thought out loud while an adorable pout formed on his lips. “They said the corpse looked like it was ravaged by dogs. The article went into gore detail about the claw and bite marks, and how he was sucked dry.”We turned to another hallway and was immediately greeted by the huge framed portraits of all the captains th

For the rest of the week, Claire didn’t really have enough energy to worry about Ethan. She was swamped with her responsibilities at school and her college applications. She was also pressured more than usual to do well during the exams while still helping Jess and Greg study after their classes, but this time, in preparation for their university entrance exams.She was so busy that once she got home, she would barely have enough time to do her homework before knocking out on her bed.“Claire! Don’t forget to eat dinner, okay?!” she heard her mother yell from the living room. “Or call Jess over if you want!”Claire looked up from jotting down notes on the margins of her textbook. “Yes, mom!”As usual, her mother was going o

“You got this part wrong, Greg”, Claire stated as she pointed at his notebook with the tip of her pencil. Then she leaned in a little bit closer to encircle the incorrect part. “Try to figure out what went wrong here”Greg groaned in complaint but he erased his answers anyway before starting to redo everything from the beginning. “This is so annoying. I’ve been answering the same problem for the past fifteen minutes”“That’s because you’ve been sneaking peeks at the basketball practice outside the window for the past fifteen minutes as well”, Jess retorted. Her boyfriend childishly stuck out his tongue at her in reply.Claire shook her head at them but a small smile was playing on her lips anyway. Greg was indeed the perfect match for Jess’s per

Jess groaned in frustration as she slumped into her chair. Her laptop sat on her desk in front of her, the screen showing an empty document page. For the past half hour, she had been trying to finish writing her application letter for university admission, but to no avail. Claire looked up from reading her book and chuckled. “Still nothing, huh?” “Yeah”, she nodded as she kicked to turn her swivel chair around. “Tell me how’d you do it” “Just tell them why you want to enroll in their university, that’s all”, Claire replied, setting down her book. She was sitting on Jess’s bed while her friend agonized over an unfinished letter. “You can also look up templates on the internet if you’re really having trouble” “I already did! But still nothing…”

Ethan clutched the straps of his backpack as he panted, trying to steady his breath. They were in the middle of a two-hour hike to the top of the hill, and his head was pounding with a severe hangover. He knew that it was a bad idea to give in to Luke’s offer to ‘have fun’ last night. He promised himself to get it over with a couple of shots, but his plan had obviously failed. It was especially warm that day. The sun shone brightly through the trees and the birds chirped as the students chattered excitedly about the apparently breathtaking view at the end of the hike. But the brightness and the happy noises only made Ethan’s headache worse by the second. “Ugh”, he groaned in complaint. Greg, who was walking alongside him, chuckled and threw an arm over his shoulder. The latter was a little bit shorter than he was, and the act made him stumble.

“We need more chairs here!” “There’s not enough energy drinks for everybody!” “Can someone dry these towels?!” The long-awaited camp was here. The committee had been in the venue a few hours before the buses arrived to make the final preparations. As soon as the rest of the students arrived, they had done nothing but scurry around to run errands and make sure that all the events go as smoothly as planned— from arrival until dinner time. Claire could catch a glimpse of Ethan every now and then, but even during the breaks, she couldn’t find the time to talk to him. She had something important to say, but despite that, she didn’t want to do it the whim, seeing as she was busy. The atmosphere would be crucial. “Ugh”, Patrici

“Bye!”Claire waved her hand as she watched Jess run towards her boyfriend, Greg, who was waiting by his parked car. The sun was already setting since the committee meetings were getting longer and longer as the camp nears, but impressively enough, Greg decided to give Jess a ride home as much as he could. He also offered to drop Claire off every time, but she would always make excuses like running errands or staying behind to finish extra work just so she wouldn’t get in the way of the two.As Greg pulled out of the parking lot, Claire smiled as Jess continued to wave at her through the open window until the vehicle turned to the highway and disappeared from her line of sight. Stretching her arms and sighing in relief, she started to walk towards the bus stop.It was late so she was expecting the