Novels by JoAnDi17

After that, he was out of the room, slamming the door in process, I got out of the bed and though shaken up, made my way to a door. Opening it, I was thankful it was a bathroom. I slumped on the tiled floor and cried my heart out.Why would he be like that?Why would he be so gentle and caring for a while then stone cold harsh the next minute?I got really scared.I raised my hands to my face but they were trembling non-stop. With a body quaking in tremors, I stood up and set myself on the shower, not bothering to undress. I let the cold water run over me ruining my dress, wishing it would also wash away the memories of the brutality on him. But who am I kidding. I know he can be more vicious than that. I saw it. I felt it.Abruptly, I felt numb. And I'm honestly not sure if this was due to the cold water or maybe my body was just exhausted with all the tension and emotions rolled up on me. I don’t know anymore. I released a deep sigh looking up for my face to meet the rushing water.

Trisha's POVHe stopped kissing me when his driver told us we arrived at his house or rather his mansion which is quite large for someone who’s living alone. I was too embarrassed to even thank his driver because I forgot he was there with us and I got lost in our moment of passion. He guided me on the grand staircase leading to numerous rows of rooms. And I wondered why he lives in a house this big.He escorted me to a room at the end of the hallways on the second floor. I felt panic slightly grip me. He opened the door and I saw nothing but darkness.Just one night.I told myself.Just when I stepped on the obscurity of the room, I felt his presence behind me so close. I tensed when I almost sensed his heat behind me. I quickly whipped my head around and felt panic slightly gripped me. “What?” The way he talks now would nearly make me think if the incident in the car a while ago really happened. He gave off the impression of a hard stone cold man.I moved my eyes away from him and

As Sebastian walked through the exit of the hotel, he was annoyed by the way Trisha kept hitting his back with her little hands. She seemed physically incapable of inflicting him pain but she tried anyway.Silently, Sebastian reflected on his strange reaction when he saw her standing on the stage. As he watched her, her expression had been completely irresistible. With her, wearing that red long tempting gown, he longed to run his hand on the curves and edges that were calling for his touch. Then, he'll unwrap her from the barrier like a present on Christmas Day. And he'll take his sweet time revealing every inch and corner she has to offer even unwillingly. Slowly brush her hair from the and let it fall over her shoulders showcasing the waves of dark blonde and perhaps play with the locks of it.Those crimson lips that left him wanting to taste with his tongue over her mouth tasting it over and over and over again until her lipstick tainted his own. He wanted her writhing from his de

Standing in the stage with the crowd watching you is something I am not very fond of. Since grade school, I like fading on the background. But then, I learned that you cannot stay invisible for the rest of your life. Somehow, people will notice you.And now, that being a part of me and something I still feel, I do not have the choice. I mean I do have it but right now, I am desperate and will do anything to get something that will help me with the problem I have. Except maybe of course being owned by Sebastian Lord.The lights inside the ballroom turned off and spotlight pointed on the person of the bidding.Yes, people. Human auction.There is nothing wrong with this event of course because it's for the charity. That's what I told my self many times. The only thing that is not setting well with me is being one of the persons to be auctioned.I can refuse the organizer, my cousin, but then, after the last meeting with the heartless Sebastian, I have to take action and get all the poss

He smiled and took my cup sipping slowly. I ran my tongue over my lips.Indirect kiss.Damn! I shouldn't be thinking about such things. I desperately looked away."Trisha, are you there?", William's muffled sound falls into my ear like a far away music on the background." Y-yeah. I'm still here". My nerves run wild with his presence."Are you busy?", sadness now evident on him. I felt myself softens towards him." N-", I didn't get the chance to finish my word because I felt a tug on my hand finding it was already trapped on his big one. He was busy eating my cake, I mean, the cake I have ordered. But his touch does wonders on my system. My blood almost run wild.---He's so tall and handsome as hellHe's so bad but he does it so well---The background music playing on the coffee shop made it perfect described him. He's handsome as hell with his black sweater shirt on. He looks fresh and devilishly delicious."Trisha?", the man on the my phone made me think of what we're talking about

CHAPTER 5I can almost taste him controlling himself not to kiss or touch me more than as what he had at the moment. He rubbed his cheek against mine very slowly.I stared up at the ceiling trying to figure out what should I do next."Then stop. Stop this if it's making you do bad things. If it's making you bad, just stop", my eyes never left the ceiling as I breathed those words for his ears only.He stopped rubbing his cheek and leveled his face on me. I courageously met his stone-cold eyes. Deep blue like the ocean we used to stay for summer vacation. So blue that every time I stare at them, I can feel myself drown on his depth. So deep that it can swallow me whole to the point of not being able to get one's self back on the surface.He ran a finger on my face. Roaming his eyes with it." Stop?", he asked. "I can't""Why?""Because I can't"I tensed up when he started to run his fingers on my shoulder and arm. My breath hitched and the hair on the back of my neck stood high."You s

The howl had not faded from Black Hollow’s bones. Even days after, its echo still rattled through streets and back alleys, as though the sound had sunk into the timbers of houses and the marrow of its people.By night, lanterns burned late. By day, whispers carried further than smoke from the chimneys.And Evelyn was always at the center of them.She felt it in the way shutters cracked open just wide enough for eyes to watch her pass. She heard it in the way voices hushed when her boots struck the cobblestones. A market stallkeeper’s hand had trembled when passing her change, though she tried to hide it behind a forced smile. Children, once bold enough to greet strangers, were pulled back by their mothers, their gazes wide with questions Evelyn couldn’t answer.The mark on her arm seemed to pulse harder with every look. She could feel it burning beneath her sleeve, as though it too sensed their suspicion.“Blood-marked,” one woman whispered when Evelyn passed.“Cursed,” another mutter

The aftermath of the forest encounter left Black Hollow drenched in an uneasy calm. For most of the townsfolk, life moved as if nothing had happened. But Evelyn felt the tremors beneath the surface—unseen, unshakable. Her body burned with energy she could neither name nor contain.She had returned to the cabin, footsteps heavy, senses on overdrive. Each sound—the scrape of wood in the walls, the whisper of wind outside—sharpened into piercing clarity. Her ears could pick up the soft scurry of rodents outside the window, the faint rasp of Jonah’s boots as he moved through the cabin. She could smell the musk of Kael, the faint copper tang of his blood that lingered even when he wasn’t near. The scents overwhelmed her, drawing her senses into a dizzying spiral.She was changing faster now. Strength coursed through her limbs like liquid fire. Her reflexes were sharper than any human should possess, every movement precise and calculated. Her hands clenched, nails leaving shallow crescent m

The first scream tore through the morning haze like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Evelyn had been leaning over the town’s archives earlier, trying to make sense of centuries-old records, when it reached her through the fog outside. It wasn’t the familiar, echoing howl she had grown accustomed to—it was raw, frantic, and human in panic.She bolted from her desk, heart hammering in her chest. Outside, the town was already in motion. Lanterns swung wildly as farmers and townsfolk rushed from their homes, eyes wide with terror. Evelyn didn’t need to ask what had happened; the smell hit her first. Iron. Warm, coppery blood mingled with the scent of fur and scorched earth.At the edge of town, a scene of carnage awaited. Sheep, goats, and even a few cattle lay in shattered heaps, torn apart with precision. Their bodies were mangled, limbs twisted unnaturally. Evelyn’s stomach clenched. She had seen animal attacks before—wolf, bear—but this was different. Too methodical, too brutal.The cl

The next morning dawned gray and hollow, clouds stretched thin across the sky like a veil that dimmed the light. The streets were subdued after the night’s panic; doors stayed shut, curtains drawn, as though the people of Black Hollow believed silence might keep the howls at bay.Evelyn walked with purpose through the quiet town, her boots striking against cobblestones that echoed too loudly in the hush. She hadn’t slept, not really. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the howl reverberating through her bones, or felt the searing pull of her mark. But exhaustion couldn’t drown her need for answers.The truth was here, buried beneath years of half-whispered legends and careful omissions. If the townsfolk wouldn’t speak it, she would drag it into the light herself.The sheriff was already at his office when she pushed the door open. He sat slumped at his desk, dark circles carved under his eyes, a cup of black coffee cooling untouched. The sight of her seemed to drain what little

The howl rolled across Black Hollow like thunder given voice. It wasn’t just sound—it was vibration, a low, guttural resonance that shook through the bones of every house and every person within the town. Windows rattled, lantern glass hummed, and the ground seemed to quiver beneath Evelyn’s boots.The silence that followed was worse. For a heartbeat, the town seemed to hold its breath, waiting for another cry, waiting to see if it was real. Then, as if a spell broke, doors burst open, lanterns flared to life, and the streets filled with the frightened.Mothers pulled children tight against their skirts. Old men clutched rifles with trembling hands. The sheriff’s deputies, sleep-rumpled and pale, tried to form some kind of order but were ignored by the rushing tide of people. The air was a tangle of voices—shouted questions, muttered prayers, angry whispers.“The Hollow Beast!” someone cried from the back of the gathering crowd.“No—no, it’s the wolves again!” another voice answered, t

The walk back into town felt longer than it should have, as if every step pressed her deeper into the weight of everything she’d uncovered. Evelyn’s chest still burned faintly where the mark throbbed beneath her skin. Her senses had sharpened again, picking up the rustle of sparrows in the branches, the faint crunch of gravel beneath boots even before she looked back and saw Jonah, Rowan, and Kael trailing her like sentinels.She stopped just at the edge of the cobblestone main road and turned to face them. “Enough.”Jonah’s jaw clenched, but his concern was written across his face. “Evelyn, after what happened last night—”“I don’t need guards,” she snapped, sharper than she intended. Her voice softened a fraction. “I need space. I need time to think. Please… just let me have that.”Rowan raised a skeptical brow, leaning against the hitching post with an ease that belied the tension around him. “Space is one thing. Walking straight back into the lion’s den without protection is anoth