Novels by Melancholant

(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

(Detective Garcia’s POV)I leaned against the shadowed wall of the dimly lit corridor where I found Cole and Bright after they sneaked out of the party. I was going to chase after Bright, but then I found them together.They don’t really separate, do they?My arms are crossed over my chest as I watch them. They’re standing too close to each other, whispering like lovers caught in their own little bubble.It makes me sick.I’ve always known that Bright was a faggot, but I didn't realize that it was this bad. And I didn’t expect that Cole is gay, either. He doesn’t look gay to me, though. Do they have a relationship?I watched as Cole’s fingers brushed Bright’s cheek, wiping away what looked like a tear. Faggot’s crying? His expression softened, tender in a way I never thought I’d see from someone like him. It’s disgusting. Sweetness and Cole don’t belong in the same sentence. Yet here he is, playing the role of a gentle partner.I narrowed my eyes. I can't

(Bright’s POV)“Awww!” I groaned as Cole drags me down to a dimly lit hallway.His grip on my wrist was tight enough to make me wince. I stumble to keep up from his pace. I hope he realizes that I don’t have his damn long legs. He’s walking like we’re being chased or something.After Garcia left, he didn’t even let me finish my bottle of wine, and just dragged me out like a kid. But the thing I can’t shake is the look on Cole’s face as he led me away from it all.He didn’t look nervous that Garcia was—possibly caught him with a gun—but he does look annoyed. That’s probably the main reason why he’s dragging me like a sack of potatoes right now. He should have vented his annoyance to Garcia. Not me.Why does it have to be all the time? Argh!When we’re far enough from the noise of the party, he stopped and shoved me back against the cold brick wall. I gasped for air, thinking I just lost the ability to breathe for a second. He caged me with his corded hands lik

(Bright’s POV)I scoffed in disbelief.Who told me?“What is this then? A circus for jokes like to you to fuck around?” I sarcastically retorted. He thinks I’m just going to listen to him speak rudely at me? I don’t care what kind of party they're throwing—be it a stripper party or whatever—as long as they have good drinks for me.He looked at me in disbelief.“You’re not really scared to die, are you?”I gave him a bored stare.I lost the ability to feel fear when my sister disappeared a year ago. I’ve got nothing to fear, but the fact that I might not be able to see her again.“And that’s supposed to be scary?”We were in the middle of bickering when the place suddenly turned quiet. Just then, an old man in a suit steps to the front of the room. He looks like someone who doesn’t get told “no” very often. Men in black flank him, their eyes scanning the crowd like hawks.He looks familiar, though.I think he was the one reason why we had t

(Bright’s POV)“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Something so evil? What is he going to do? He’s going to pull off his little magic trick and make everyone vanish in this party?Cole didn’t answer. He just looks over his shoulder, scanning the room like he’s watching for someone. His jaw tightens, and before I can press him further, he grabs my arm and pulls me into a dark corner behind a column.“Stay quiet,” he whispered.I try to protest, but he steps closer. His body is practically pinning me to the wall. My eyes widened in surprise. My heart is racing exaggeratedly, and not in the way it usually does when I’m nervous. This is different. His scent is so close—something woodsy and clean—and I hate myself for noticing.“Cole, what—”“Shh,” he cuts me off, nodding toward the party.I follow his gaze and spot a man standing just a few meters away, answering a call. He’s well-dressed, older. I think I’ve seen