Novels by Denise

Bright After making love, Sophia and I spent the entire day together, reconnecting and talking about the future. She was afraid, but she longed for a future with me, a happy, healthy one with our child. We spent hours talking about them. Sophia slept, her breathing soft and steady. I listened, making sure she was all right. Fear for her kept me awake because I needed to protect her. I set the coffee cup down on the nightstand, making no sound so I wouldn’t wake her. I wanted to talk to James. I knew he had gone downstairs because I heard him. I went down, hoping we could talk in peace. James was in the kitchen, his gaze clouded with thought. I saw him light a cigarette, even though neither of us smoked. He offered me one, pretending to share. “Smoking at this hour, James?” “Don’t you want one?” he asked, still holding the cigarette in his hand. I shook my head. “I don’t want your sister to smell the smoke when she comes back to bed. Because of the baby.” James nodded and pu

Sophia My mother and father were at the company. James and a group from the pack were out searching for Dante with the help of other packs. The rest of the pack surrounded the house, keeping watch. James had declared that I was in extreme danger because of Dante’s obsession. Dante... he was the one sending me those notes. His name echoed in my mind like an open wound. I couldn’t fully grasp it. I had believed in him —in his kindness, in his friendship— and now knowing he had been capable of so much harm tore at my soul. The sadness ran so deep it hurt to breathe, the pain of having trusted someone like him for so many years. Not just for what he had done, but for what he had once meant to us. For how hard it had been for me to believe Bright, for doubting him so many times. The sound of soft footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up and saw Bright coming in from the kitchen, carrying a tray of food in his hands. He had two plates and a calm expression, though his eyes stil

Sophia I was waiting for Bright to come back. Hours had passed since he’d left with James to interrogate the hunter. When I finally heard the door to the room open, my body reacted before my mind did. I turned around instantly. Bright was standing there, framed in the doorway, and for a moment all I could do was look at him. His expression was hard, browed, eyes dark, breathing heavy. His jacket was stained, and his hands... his hands were red. “Bright…” my voice came out weaker than I expected. “What happened? James told me you were with the hunter.” He closed the door behind him and stood still, not answering right away. It only took me a second to notice he was holding something back, anger, tension, pain... I couldn’t tell. But it was as if the air between us had thickened. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough. “He talked.” A shiver ran down my spine. “What... what did he say?” Bright drew in a deep breath before answering. “He confirmed what we suspected.

Sophia The silence of the night was dense, almost unbearable. Outside, the wind lashed against the shelter's windows, making the glass tremble with a sound that blended with the uneven rhythm of my breathing. I had spent hours in the basement with James. Hours listening to the hunter resist, hours beating him, demanding answers. And, in the end, he gave them. Dante. It was him. Confirmed by the hunter himself. When I climbed the stairs, my hands were still warm, trembling with the rage that hadn’t yet left my body. I opened the door to the hallway and found her there, waiting for me. Sophia was standing in front of the unlit fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes fixed on the door, as if she had been waiting the whole time for me to come back. Her face lit up the moment she saw me, though the worry in her eyes was impossible to hide. “Bright…” she whispered, taking a step toward me. “What happened? James told me you were with the hunter.” I closed the door behi

Bright The smell of iron and sweat filled the room. The hunter was tied to a metal chair, his wrists bound by handcuffs and his head bowed. The spotlight hanging above him flickered now and then, casting shadows that moved like ghosts on the damp basement walls. James stood beside me, silent, arms crossed. His presence alone was enough to inspire fear, but the man in front of us didn’t seem willing to talk. We’d found him at dawn, hiding near the north edge of the woods, with a silver weapon and an encrypted radio. He wasn’t a simple hunter. He knew too much, and that was why he was there, in front of us. “I’m going to ask you one more time,” James said, in a firm, controlled voice. “Who sent you? You haven’t said anything since we captured you.” The hunter barely raised his head. His face was caked with dried blood and dirt. He looked at us with a mocking smile. “You have no idea who you’re messing with,” he muttered through his teeth. James sighed. “So you confirm there’s so

Sophia Bright was beside me, lying on the bed, his face turned toward me, and he looked as handsome as ever. The room was wrapped in a calm that weighed heavily on my chest. Only the wind outside and the faint creak of the wood could be heard. The moonlight streamed in through the window, drawing a soft shadow across his face that almost hurt to look at. Thank God he was still alive. After everything that had happened that night, after that infernal phone call, after believing he’d been killed, Bright was there, breathing beside me. But his silence hurt more than any words could. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if there were something up there that could explain what I’d never known how to say. I watched him quietly for a while, too afraid to speak. I liked having him close, but I was scared, too, scared of breaking the fragile balance holding us together. I knew I’d hurt him. I saw it in his eyes every time they met mine, in that distant look that hadn’t been there befor

DanaThe wedding night has finally arrived. The long wait would end in less than an hour.I looked at my long, white, expensive, tailor-made dress. It was strange to get married for the second time, but we both decided to leave the past behind and focus on a new future. I'm not going to lie and say it's easy, because it isn't. But we've tried. We've done it together.Our relationship has strengthened after everything we've been through. Demian has become a better partner. Even better than in our past marriage. He has made it his mission to make me fall in love with him day by day and to show me his love.Our three children were happy to have a united family. I could see it in their faces. Soon, a fourth child would join our lives. Demian and I planned it. My health was stable, so we decided to try.“Miss, are you ready?” my chauffeur asked.The limousine was ready to take me to the church. After our wedding, we will go together as a family to the Caribbean. When we return, we will mov

DanaThe first month without him was hard. Without my mother's support, I would never have been able to move forward.The second month was terrifying. I cried so much. I don't know how I didn't become dehydrated.In the third month, my children were already so strong, and the doctors discharged us from the hospital, and we went home, where a four-year-old brother was waiting for us. I took care of Demian's little son because he was left alone. Rachel abandoned him, and he needed a mother. That little boy was not to blame for having a mother like Rachel, so I took care of him as if he were my own son. I know Demian would have loved that.The fourth month was just as painful as the third. I couldn't accept that he wasn't near me. I missed him so much. There wasn't a day when I didn't cry over his departure. I wondered if he was okay. Was he alive? Did he miss us? What did Rachel do to him?In the fifth month, I visited Jeremy's grave almost every day, asking him to help bring Demian hom

DanaI suddenly opened my eyes and sat up in bed, gasping. I coughed non-stop, and my mother was worried about me. I touched my abdomen and noticed that my belly was no longer the same as before. I frowned and looked at my mom."What happened? Where are my children?""The babies are alive in the maternity and baby room. They are in an incubator, daughter" my mom explained, stroking my hair.My babies... my children had been born, and I had been asleep the whole time. I wanted to touch and kiss them. I needed to see and meet them. Their faces, their little hands, and feet. My eyes filled with tears. Finally, I was a mother. Finally, I could meet them.I begged to be allowed to see them. Mom said she would call the doctor to have me taken to see my children. I had never felt such great excitement. I felt energetic like I hadn't felt in a long time."Don't strain yourself. You just came out of a complicated surgery. You have to stay calm. We'll wait for the doctor. Okay?"A surgery? Why

DemianI looked for the address where a black car with tinted windows would pick me up. Rachel's henchmen were coming for me to take me to her. That was the deal. I understood we were going to leave the city and the country so no one could find us. It was madness to leave the country and have no further contact with my family, Dana, or any information about my children. But that was the deal I made with Rachel so she would tell me how to save Dana. I trusted the maid would be of great help to Dana, my son, and my other two children. I wanted to believe everything would be fine while I was gone, but I wasn't sure of it.Nerves were eating me slowly and anxiety was my worst enemy. The star-filled sky didn't match the horrible feeling in my heart today.They picked me up and put a bag over my head. Another rule was not to resist the kidnapping they were going to perform. So I stayed still. I felt a prick on my neck and it took hold of my skin. I grimaced. That wasn't part of the deal, bu

DemianI had to make a quick decision to save Dana. I had to leave or stay with Dana while she died slowly. There was no certainty in Rachel's words, but I had to do something for Dana, and I believe the maid was right all along. If being with Rachel was the key to Dana's survival, I was going to do it. I had to take that risk. I had seen her die before my eyes. I couldn't let that happen again and have it be permanent. Dana and my children needed me. What kind of man was I if I couldn't protect my family from this hell? What kind of man was I if I couldn't keep them alive?I had to accept going with Rachel, but first, I had to make sure the surgery was successful. Hours passed without any answers. A doctor approached Dana's mother, and I went to listen to what happened."What happened? I'm Dana's husband. How is she? My children?""We delivered the babies, and they are alive, but they need to be monitored in incubators for a while, as their organs are still developing. Ideally, the b

DemianDana's heart stopped suddenly while we were talking. Her eyes were fixed on mine, but she was no longer moving. I was terrified. I felt a fear like I had never felt in my life. Anguish took over my body, dragging me down the path of pain. My chest tightened as I realized she was gone. Dana was gone. Someone had to do something. They had to bring my beloved back to me. I couldn't live without her because living without Dana was like being dead in my own life.I took her face in my hands as I heard the long beep of the machine connected to Dana. I searched for something to help her, but I didn't know how. No one prepares anyone for this. Not even I, a powerful Alpha, could escape such immense pain."Dana, no... No!" I shouted. "Don't go! You can't go! I won't allow it. Not like this. Please," I begged. I had never begged anyone for anything in my life, but for Dana, I was willing to do anything.I would give my life for hers. I was willing to take her place and her pain so that s