Novels by Denise

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

SophiaMy mother was cooking in silence, and my father was flipping through the newspaper for the fifth time. I felt like a leaf floating in the middle of a storm directionless, powerless, out of control. Uncertainty loomed over me, and all I could think about were Bright’s words in that letter.I had spent the whole day avoiding the envelope Bright had sent me. It was left in plain sight on the kitchen table, but I didn’t dare to open it until hours later. When I finally did, Bright’s handwriting was neatly written on the page, filled with heartfelt words."I love you, Sophia, and I sent you this note in the form of a letter to tell you that. I don’t consider myself the most romantic person in the world, but I wanted to send a note like in the old days. Take care. With love, Bright."When I finished reading it, I pressed the letter to my chest, sighing and thinking. But eventually left the envelope on the table. My parents didn’t touch it, but I could tell they wanted to.It was beau

SophiaThe silence at home felt more uncomfortable than ever because I was alone with my thoughts. I didn’t know solitude could make me overthink so much, but I guess being terrified about Bright made everything heavier.Although, in truth, I wasn’t completely alone.My parents were here, just as Bright had promised. He spoke to them before leaving for the border, and, as always, his word was enough. My mother settled in the kitchen as if the world wasn’t falling apart, and my father sat in his usual armchair, flipping through the same newspaper from days ago as if he didn’t notice his daughter was falling apart right before his eyes.The guards outside were the only thing that broke the illusion of normalcy, though I’d been living with them for several days now. I knew there were at least four werewolves stationed around the house. I saw them when I arrived, I felt their footsteps at night, and I heard their low murmurs when they communicated through their earpieces. It was a subtle,

SophiaI barely slept, and when I did, it was out of exhaustion, not peace. I had nightmares of Bright and Dante fighting, and the feeling still lingered in my body. I thought it had been real because that’s how it felt. I couldn’t help but think it could actually happen, and I would have to stop it somehow.I still had on the clothes from the day before and my hair was tangled from all the tossing and turning. Every sound, every creak of the wooden house startled me. I kept imagining Bright pounding on the door again, asking if I was okay… suspecting, maybe even already knowing, that there was something I was hiding from him.And he was right. Bright wasn’t stupid. He could tell what I was thinking without even looking at me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m an open book or because he knew me so well that he could just sense it.Dante had left after breaking that vase, leaving me alone with trembling hands, a shattered heart, and guilt written all over me. I didn’t know what to do. I

BrightNo matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my head. No matter how much I fought it, her name wandered through my mind all the time, causing me emotional turmoil. I didn’t know how to go back to what we used to be because everything had changed between us forever.Sophia.Her name slips into my mind during every moment of silence and sneaks into my thoughts even when I’m in the middle of a meeting with the pack. Her laugh, the way she frowns when something bothers her, the sparkle in her eyes when she tries to appear strong and fails… all of that haunts me. It disgusted me to think about her so much because I was never like this. This wasn’t me. I never liked feeling anything, but the more I tried to erase her from my mind, the more the feeling clung to my heart.Since that night, her image has become a constant echo within me. Something unforgettable. And even though we haven’t truly spoken since then, her presence hasn’t left me. She was tattooed on my skin without

SophiaThe storm had passed a few days ago. Things between Bright and me weren’t bad, but they didn’t feel comfortable either at least not for me.He tried to start conversations whenever we were close, but we hadn’t brought up what had happened between us. I was grateful he hadn’t said a word about it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. I could see it in his eyes, but he was giving me space.I really liked what happened between us again. Every time it happened, it surpassed the last. Now I understand why the women Bright had slept with had fallen so deeply for him: because Bright had a touch that was hard to forget. His damned mouth was enchanted with the most powerful love spell.Ever since I closed the door behind Bright that morning, I knew some things couldn’t be undone. I was left alone on the same couch where we’d shared such an intimate and complicated moment, feeling empty. Not empty of emotions, but of direction. I didn’t know where to go or what to do with the mix of g

SophiaEverything happened too fast, and now my mind had to work twice as hard to process what had happened. My decisions were still random, unplanned, and then the feeling of uncertainty and confusion struck both my mind and body.The tea kettle was whistling, producing a sharp, constant sound, but I didn’t turn it off. I didn’t feel like doing it or moving at all. I just stared at it, as if in that noise I could find answers or at least a bit of mental peace. My chest rose and fell heavily, processing every second we had spent physically united. It had been so intense and exquisite, but the greatness of what we shared also carried a heavy weight on my shoulders.Yes, Bright and I had made love.It wasn’t just sex. I felt it in the way he kissed me, touched me, whispered my name. It was more than a physical impulse. It was like opening a door we had both kept closed out of fear of what we’d find behind it. A door I had locked with a bolt out of fear.Bright entered the kitchen. Insta