Novels by Datgurl

Amaya’s POV I hit the ground hard, rolling onto my side as pain exploded in my leg and ribs. But I was out. I was breathing. I coughed violently, and blood spilled from my lips as I gasped for breath. The cold air hit my skin, a cruel contrast to the burning heat I had just escaped from. My body trembled, and all I could do was lay on my back, staring up at the night sky. For a moment, I remained there — until I heard the sound of sirens and shouts from the crowd. I knew I would be found if I remained there, so I forced myself up, clutching my stomach and ignoring the intense pain. Gritting my teeth, I began to limp toward the opposite side of the building, toward the thick trees and bushes beyond. All this while, I noticed Nyx had suddenly gone quiet, but I didn’t think too much of it as my main goal was to get as far away from the hospital and Dante as much as possible. Just a little more… I could see the dark outline of the trees. If I could just make it past there, I cou

Amaya’s POV I died. After multiple attempts, I was sent off to a mental hospital. Dante had hoped it would make me better, but it only made me worse. The nurses tortured me, claiming it was for my own good — the needles, the restraints, the cold baths in the middle of the night. I remember screaming, crying, and begging, but no one listened. There was this nurse in particular who was hell-bent on breaking me, and whenever Dante was scheduled to visit, she made sure I was in no condition to see him. She would slip into my room hours before his arrival. “You’re not ready to see him,” she would whisper. “You need to calm down first.” That’s when the injection would come in. My body would grow heavy, my vision would blur until I couldn’t tell whether I was awake or dreaming. That night, as usual, she came into my room. This time, I tried to fight her off, but she was stronger and easily pinned me down. “Stop struggling,” she hissed. Even when I begged, she only smiled and presse

Dante POVHer faint figure was bathed in the moonlight, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore a thin white dress that fluttered softly in the night breeze.Hearing my voice, her head turned slowly, and when her eyes met mine, my heart clenched.I stumbled on my feet as I walked toward her, but then her gaze dropped to the railing.No.She lifted one foot off the edge of the balcony and slowly began to lean forward.“No!” I shouted, lunging forward.I desperately reached out to grab her hand, but when I touched it, it was cold — so cold it made my skin burn.“I… I’m sorry…” she whispered.“No,” I growled, tightening my grip. “Don’t… don’t do this. Please!”But she smiled — that soft, sad smile — and she let go of the railing.“AMAYA!”I grabbed her wrist, my muscles screaming in protest as I pulled her back, but her hand started to slip through my grasp like smoke.“No, no, no!” I screamed. “You’re not leaving me again! I won’t lose you again!”I pulled harder — harder —

Dante’s POV Cyrus took a moment to process my words, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as he blurted, “What?” He stared at the laptop screen, zooming in on the picture. “Are you sure? This… this can’t be right.” He was in denial, just like I was. From the little interaction we both witnessed earlier today, it was clear to both of us that Kara was hiding something — but a part of me refused to believe she would have anything to do with this. She had been a part of my life for years. Even when Amaya came into the picture, Kara never crossed the line — not until that night. She had always been composed, always careful with her words and actions. That’s why this didn’t make sense. “I don’t know,” I growled. “But what else makes sense? That tattoo is identical to Kara’s. And you saw her reaction when I mentioned the footage.” My jaw clenched while Cyrus still looked to be in disbelief. “I should have known,” he muttered. “That night the healer went missing after Amaya wa

Dante POVDays passed, and there was still no news on her whereabouts.Everyone who saw her last swore they saw her at the mental hospital before the fire.I was growing impatient with every passing day, knowing Amaya’s murderer was somewhere out there, breathing the same air as me.Cyrus was always quick to remind me that the missing nurse was just a suspect — after all, we couldn’t recognize the person’s face in the footage, and it was too grainy to make a clear identification.But I didn’t care.Someone set that fire. Someone walked out of that room while my mate burned to death. And someone was going to pay for it.I was in my office, trying to distract myself by rewatching the CCTV footage over and over again. Each time the image of the nurse flashed on the screen, I would curse under my breath.Cyrus was also present, but he sat in the far corner of my office, quietly observing me. He had been doing that a lot lately. I wouldn’t blame him — I was slowly going mad.My fist clench

Dante’s POV “It’s me.” I shook my head. My vision was still too foggy to make sense of what was happening. But it sounded like her. And the way she moved—when she touched my cheek—it felt like her. Her finger brushed my jawline. “You came back,” I whispered, lifting my hand to cover hers. She bummed in response, lowering herself onto my lap. Her scent wrapped around me, so intoxicating that I instinctively slid my hands to her waist. “I miss you,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against her shoulder. “I miss you too,” she whispered back, and I could feel her hot breath against my ear. My hand tightened on her waist, and she leaned closer, brushing her lips against the side of my neck while her fingers ran through my hair. “Amaya…” I groaned, pulling her closer, burying my face into her skin. She trailed her lips teasingly down my neck, sliding her nails under my shirt. Just when she started to lift it… “Yes,” she responded, but my body stiffened. The voice was different t

Liam pov. She was trying so damn hard that I had to stop myself from smiling. Wanting to see how far she would go. I won’t lie, every movement she made made my chest tighten. And yet, I couldn’t help but think how cute it was that she was working so hard for my attention. I wasn’t complaining… hell, not one bit… but it was clear she didn’t know what she was getting herself into. I could feel my cock getting harder with every inch she moved closer. The way her fingers brushed my skin and the way her lips parted. Fuck, she was testing me, and I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or lose it. She thought she could make me lose control with a few sweet little moves? Cute. It was cute. But she had no idea how much I’d been holding back for months. Still, I decided to play along, but the second her lips touched mine… everything snapped. I didn’t give a damn about holding back anymore. She pulled back with a smug smile. “You wish. I…” I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed her and crushed m

Tessa/Emma pov Earlier that day… The woman in the video had said I should wear a red lingerie set. Holding my phone in one hand, I walked over to my closet, skimming through my clothes, but none of them were sexy enough—nothing like what the woman in the video had suggested. “What to do… what to do?” I muttered, pacing back and forth. I couldn’t ask Mrs. Keller or any of the other maids to help me with this; that would be way too awkward. And I certainly couldn’t leave the mansion without Liam knowing—no, that would ruin the surprise. I sighed in frustration and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Then, with a shrug, I clicked on a website and found an online store that sold lingerie. Maybe this would work after all. After scrolling for about 10 minutes, I finally found the perfect set. Liam had given me a personal black card, which I eagerly used to place the order. It wasn’t exactly what I had planned, but it would do. Once I was done, I went downstairs to star

Tessa/Emma POVFor over a week after that incident with the strange man, I started having weird dreams. But whenever I woke up, it was impossible to piece them together. It was like knowing you forgot something but not what it was. The feeling stayed, but the dream itself was just… gone.Thank God for Liam. He had been patient with me, always by my side, reassuring me that everything was okay. With his help, I finally got better and returned to my old self.But then something happened at work, and Liam had to return, leaving me alone in the big mansion. Well, not completely alone—Mrs. Keller was still around. Lila also had an art class that Wednesday, so the house felt quieter than usual. And honestly? It was so boring.I lay on the couch, lazily scrolling through social media when a cooking video caught my attention. The dish looked amazing, but what really made me pause was the name.Chicken Marsala.It was Liam’s favorite dish.I remembered him mentioning how much he liked it once,

Liam’s POV“When you left… the man I bumped into at the gala… he came into my room,” she finally managed to say.I was furious, but I kept my anger in check and nodded for her to continue.“He wouldn’t stop calling me Tessa…” She said that name with bitterness, and I found myself swallowing hard. “He said I was using you to get back at him… and… and…”“And what?”She closed her eyes as if summoning the courage to go on. “He… he touched me,” she said, and a sad sigh escaped her lips.“He touched you?” I snarled through clenched teeth, and she flinched again.Fuck.“No! No…” she rushed to say, shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes. “Not like that. He just… held me. His hands were on my shoulders, and he… he kissed my neck.” Her voice cracked, and she looked away. “But even then… it felt…” She stopped, a small sob slipping out as the tears finally began to fall. “It felt disgusting.”I gently brushed her arm as she sobbed, trying to calm the raging storm inside me.She pulled h

Liam POV I spent the entire night completely restless. Turning and tossing as if my body couldn’t find peace. Sleep teased me, leaving me staring at the ceiling for hours. By the time the faint rays of sunlight flickered into the room, I gave up entirely. Sighing heavily, I got out of bed and took a quick shower to help me mask how jagged I looked but that did little to nothing. Staring at my reflection, I had now gathered dark circles under my eyes. When I finally made my way downstairs for breakfast, Mrs Keller greeted me with news I didn’t want to hear. “She hasn’t come down yet,” she said cautiously, her eyes studying me as if searching for answers. Immediately, I lost my appetite. The thought of food turned my stomach. Mrs. Keller continued to be persistent,she followed me as I sat on a table. “Liam,” she said softly, “what really happened last night?” I rubbed a hand over my face, the guilt pressing down like a weight I couldn’t lift. “I messed up,” I muttered.

Liam's POV I messed up! My fists clenched as I shut the door behind me. Standing in front of it, I tried to calm myself, but the image of her terrified face kept replaying in my head. F**k! I messed up so bad. How could I let myself snap like that? Out of the corner of my eye, I felt someone watching me, but when I turned, no one was there. My jaw clenched in frustration. Pushing through the crowd, I ignored everyone who called my name as I hurried outside towards where my car was parked. But when I got there, my driver was nowhere to be found. I would’ve left without him, but he had the keys, which only made me more furious. I dialed his number multiple times, but it kept ringing without an answer. Gritting my teeth, I groaned and punched the air in frustration. On the fourth ring, he finally picked up. “Where the f**k are you?” I sneered, my voice dripping with anger. “I’m sorry, boss. I just stepped out to get something to eat and—” “Get your ass here in t