Novels by Electra

I was sitting on my bed, thinking how cruel Taylor was because he was involved to kill Celine Young. I tried to remember all mistakes that I had when I was with him. The more I remember, the more I found no mistake in me.I was a good worker, and I always did my job well. I was never late for work, and I always met my deadlines. I was also a team player, and I was always willing to help out my colleagues.I couldn't understand why Taylor would want to kill me. I had never done anything to him. I was just a new employee, trying to make a good impression. I even did not decide to resign for my dream as a writer to fulfil his dream developing the start up. I looked at the window, pulling out the curtain. I was looking at the moon. The shine of the moon reminded me to the werewolf pack where I was supposed to be. "No, I can not live as Luna before I reveal who killed me," I said, clenched my fists.*** It was cold that night. The shine of the moon was also the one which the alpha saw.

Taylor's eyes widened slightly as he took in my words. He seemed to be surprised by my boldness, but also intrigued."What are you saying?" he asked, his voice husky."I'm saying that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get this job. I can be your assistant, your confidante, your lover... whatever you need," I said, my voice dropping even lower.I could see the heat rising in Taylor's cheeks as he stared at me. He seemed to be struggling to maintain his composure."Are you sure about this?" he asked. "This is a very risky proposition.""I'm sure," I said. "I've wanted you ever since I first met you. And now that I have the chance, I'm not going to let it go."Taylor took a deep breath. "Okay," he said. "I'll give you the job. But on one condition.""What's that?" I asked."You have to be discreet," he said. "No one can know about this. Not even your friends.""I understand," I said. "I'll be discreet.""Good," he said. "Welcome to the team."He reached out and shook my hand, and I

A fake identity has been created.Jane Evelyn. A name that is convincing enough to enter the company owned by Taylor Thompson. After I died, my position was no longer filled by anyone. The start-up company opens vacancies to meet the needs of the vacant workforce.I have sent the documents and job application letter and today as Jane Evelyn, not Celine Young anymore. I will undergo the interview process."You are ready?" asked Beatrix at her doorstep."AH,,, this feels so weird. I have to be interviewed to get into a company where I've worked there since they were built," I said.The woman laughed crisply."Taylor and Ella have probably seen you and seen all your craziness where you claim to be the dead Celine Young. However, I'm sure if you introduced yourself as Jane Evelyn it would make more sense to them," Beatrix said."It still feels weird, to me. I had to adjust to being someone else this time.""That's right. You can't show your personality as Celine Young. Jane Evelyn is a f

"WHAT???"Out of every detail of the story I told Beatrix, I think that part about the werewolf and his life is the part that human reason can't believe the most. However, the woman actually wanted to enter into that fantasy that didn't make sense."Why do you want me to put you in the werewolf world? Is it because you don't trust me?" I asked.Beatrix looked like a nervous person after hearing my question."Ri..right," her answered haltingly.I caught Beatrix's eyes which seemed to be avoiding me. What is this? Why do I feel as though Beatrix knows that the werewolf world is real? Or is it just my feeling? No! Impossible! Any normal human wouldn't believe what I just told you."Celine Young, if what you say is true, prove it to me. Tell me where Serenade Moon is," Beatrix begged."WHAT??? Serenade Moon?" I shouted.I haven't even told that part yet. I just told him about the werewolf world that suddenly dragged me into it. However, I haven't told her about the name of this pack of we

"If you are Celine Young just because you feel you are Celine Young, then I am Emma Watson as well..." said Beatrix, my only best friend that I am currently relying on."You are not listening to me. I don't even know how to make you believe that I am the person you have known all along. I didn't do plastic surgery but all this just happened to me.""Fine. If I believe you, what do you want from me?""A place to stay. Let me live with you...""If you were Celine Young, shouldn't you ask your fiancé for help? Why me?" said Beatrix with jutek.I don't blame her. If I were her, maybe the same sentence would also be uttered by me."Me and my fiancé have..."How do you tell something so sad about a romance writer's love story? I matched many characters in my novel with love stories that touched others. But, unfortunately the same thing did not happen to the writer. Writers must taste the bitterness of romance in the real world."He cheated on me,,, with Ella..." I said with a lowered voice.

"Did you do plastic surgery?" she asked.The woman walked around me with a suspicious look. No one had done anything like that before. I felt like a suspect in a murder case being interrogated by a police officer."Beatrix... it's me, Celine. You won't believe it. Same. I can't believe what happened to me either. But, believe me, I need you tonight. I don't have a place to live right now..." I said whining begging for mercy.She shook her head."No. This is impossible. This must be a trap." muttered her."No. It's me, Beatrix... I'm Celine Young. The person who ended up writing fiction because of what you said at the time..." I answered.Instantly she dropped her jaw once again."You're not Celine Young, are you? Tell me! What's Celine Young's pen name!" challenge Beatrix to prove that I am Celine Young.It's not difficult for me to say my pen name. Of all the people in my life, Beatrix is the only one who knows what my real pen name is."If I told you my pen name, would you give me a