Novels by Melancholant

(Bright's POV)The sound of gunfire echoed through the walls, while I sat in the corner of the cell. My knees are pulled to my chest, with my hands clamped over my ears like a little kid. Each shot feels like a punch to my chest. It was so loud it scares me even when I’m already an adult. It drags me back to that night—the night I lost everything.The sound of the bomb still rings fresh in my mind like it just happened yesterday. The blast. The fire. The screams.“Stop,” I muttered under my breath, rocking slightly. “Please, stop.”The faces of my parents before the bomb blasted at them flashed back into my mind. The smile my Dad made as if to tell me that everything's going to be okay. The fear in my Mom’s eyes.“Take care of your sister.”Those were the words she mouthed.My chest tightened as I remembered Sisa. The nightmare I tried so hard to run away from every single day is back in my head again. How she mysteriously disappeared from me without a tr

(Bright’s POV)I can't fucking move.He’s pinning me firmly on the bed that all I was able to do was squirm like a worm. I panicked when his hand started to go down my private part.“Don't you think about it, Cole!” I angrily warned.I felt him leaned closer, until his lips brushed the skin on my neck. I whimpered silently as I felt his bulge hitting my ass. I can feel it getting bigger every time it touches me. I’m a guy myself, and believe me when I say that this guy’s dick is larger than average.“Stop it!”He didn't listen.Instead, he continued his way inside my pants until his hands already wrapped around my aroused cock.“You know you like it, little bunny,” he sexily whispered in my ears, while his hand started to slowly stroke my private part. I buried my face in the sheets to prevent myself from making nasty noises.I don't want him to think that I’m enjoying this. And I don't want to admit to myself that I am.When he realized that

(Bright’s POV)I’m not really expecting him to catch me so soon. Was I that obvious? I mean, yeah, being nice to anyone is definitely not something I normally do. It is usually because I need something from you, or I find you cute—which is definitely not the case here—but the point is he can’t know the truth!Ironically, I didn’t know I’d be such a bad liar as a detective. Lying to Cole isn’t exactly easy either.I need to make up something. THINK FAST!“You know what I mean,” I snapped, feeling the heat of my face. I’m running out of excuses to say. “Just… throw me a bone here. Why did you give yourself up?”Cole set his fork down. I uncomfortably shifted at my seat. He’s making me want to regret everything I did since I entered his cell. He looked at me with that same unreadable expression, and for a second, I think he’s actually going to tell me something real.“Because I felt like it,” he said flatly, like killing a series of people was normal for him.

(Bright’s POV)I can’t believe this is my life now.Out of all the conditions my ex-boss could’ve given me, this is what he came up with—spy on Cole?He said he heard about our strange closeness, which I found really gross. Whoever gave him that information is bad news. But it’s not like I have a choice anyways. That’s so much better than a million much worse things he could have asked me to do.It’s very simple if you think about it. He just wants me to keep tabs on him, figure out what his deal is, and report back like a sly fox. I’m trying so hard to stay away from him, and now I’m supposed to get closer?Great. Just great.Apparently, the world outside these walls is obsessed with Cole. People are calling him “too hot to be a criminal.” Some are even joking about getting themselves locked up just to see him in person. A killer with a fan club. What a time to be alive.It makes me wonder if these people are all sick in the head. Like what kind of brain

(Bright’s POV)I hate to say this, but it’s been days since I called, and I haven’t heard shit from my ex-boss. Did he abandon me big time?“Fuck…” I hissed as I wiped off the sweat that slipped into my eye.It’s the afternoon, and I’m working my ass off at the yard again.People are back to normal. It’s like a big ass party didn’t happen inside the prison. It’s strange, but I'm starting to get used to it. Nothing will happen if I question things about this place anyway because the last time I did, Cole kissed me to shut me up—definitely not my proudest moment.I could feel my sweat dripping down my back as I finished my task for the day. It’s been three days. Three days of silence from my ex-boss. I keep replaying that phone call in my head, every word, every threat. Did I go too far? Is he going to rat me out? The thought keeps hunting at me.If he talks, there’ll be hell to pay, and not just for me. The reason I did that was because I wanted to get the hel

(Bright’s POV)The sound of my footsteps echoed in the hallway as I made my way to the calling station. I’m trying to keep it lowkey because the last thing I wanted to happen is a bunch of motherfuckers finding out it’s my schedule today. They will surely steal my schedule sheet from me.“Why are you here?” he asked as soon as I entered his office. I didn’t bother knocking because that’s no use anyway.“I hope you’re not thinking it’s your company I’m after,” I replied, waving the schedule sheet in my hand. He crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders as he’s thinking about believing my words.“I imagine your boyfriend wouldn’t be too thrilled about this little visit.”I roll my eyes, ignoring the jab. “Yeah, well, he doesn’t own me, and he’s not my boyfriend.” I slide the schedule sheet across his desk, pointing to the time slot I’m here for. “I’m scheduled for a call. Ten minutes. You approved it.”He picks up the sheet lazily, scanning it like he doesn’t a