Novels by Author Jay

IVY’S POVAfter the battle between the evil forces and us, we were able to win. The death of Luna Matilda, The heart eater and Warlock with the likes of Taika was a great deal to achieve. It was more like washing the l region from bad forces and energy. With the help of our alliance, we were able to pull it off. I am seated on the bed now, gawking at the roof. My gaze is firm and strong. There are various thoughts flying in my head but the most prominent one is thag I am finally with my Mate. I never saw it coming but truly we being together strehghtened us both. I could do things I never thought I could and miraculously, the scar ok my face also faded away as soon as Luna Matilda died and we won the battle. Right now I still can’t figure out what connection she had with my scar but then I don’t care. I am only grateful to the moon goddess for making it possible to happen. I raise my hand and gently drop it on my face , feeling where the scar was before but it’s just so smooth. A ch

IVY’S POV" What is it?" I inquired. He hesitated in responding, but just used his pinky finger to move around on my neck."You Will be having dinner with your beloved at his place overmorrow" he whispered in my earsMy eyes widened hearing that the person I was looking for had just been found. My visage switched up immediately. " Are you serious? Are you very sure about this?" I inquired rapidly." Yeah, Adrian is the Alpha of the Dark moon park and the most strongest pack in the whole of Waterise." She confirmed. On hearing this my heart ceased beating for a second. Maybe it stopped because I realized that I had drawn close to my task or better still I was scared wondering how I was gonna achieve it."Why are you asking, do you know him?" Zelda asked. I licked my lips tensely" Not really," I replied. Stressed my whole head to think of a way to make her take me to him. Surely she wasn't just gonna take me to the house stating that I was her friend. How was I gonna make her take me

IVY’S POV I drew closer to get a hearing of what he was saying." Ummm I umm wanted to umm", I stammered. He stared at me and winced." She wanted to use the restroom, ''Harry Locke snapped from behind me. I turned slightly and picked at him. He smirked and winked. I grimmed but then nodded my head to affirm it because I had no other escape route out of the tigt zone. seeing Harry Locke's face grossed me out and I just wanted to waltz out of the restaurant before Brad barricaded me with himself."Oh okay" Brad said and tilted to the right side, giving a lane for me to walk."Please do not keep your prince charming waiting." He said whilst I walked. I stopped when he started talking, but stride away after his talk. I headed to the restroom despite not being pressed. I got to the restroom and slammed the door so rigorously after me. ", Ahhhhhhhh"I screamed so loud and stared at one of the mirrors on display. I teared up and it ruined my mascara. I bowed my head down and raised it up.

IVY’S POVASHER turned around and had a smile on his face while I hid behind a pillar. I wanted to confront him but then I had to rethink because that would jeopardize the whole situation. He placed the phone back in his pocket and walked away, headed to the training chamber. I waited for a while before I jumped out of hiding. I stood for a while still pondering on who he was talking to and what for. Luckily, I was able to get a few words for the conversation, which was the name "Ace".He constantly called the name and clearly it depicts that it was the person on the other hand."Alina" I heard a call which came from behind. I shivered before I swiftly turned, and guess who I saw. It was Harry Locke, gazing at me with a pale countenance. Fuck, My eyes widened and i couldn't even move a muscle then. He said nothing afterwards but then started advancing slowly, picking a step sluggishly a a time." What- what is it?" i stuttered but then he said nothing. I pushed backwards as he advanc

IVY’S POV"Enough!!!!!" Brad roared with a very loud voice and turned to face everyoneBrad stared at the both of us sternly while at the door, but at me specifically. I wondered what he was going to do now he heard all the disgusting stuff I said about him. I wasn't really troubled anymore, because I really needed to pour out my heart and all I said was just the truth and nothing more. At that point I gave no damn what he was going to do and even if he wanted to kill me I didn't care. The rage In his eyes could've rain down fire and brimstone. He started walking towards the both of us. I could feel his every stride bounce in my heart. My fingers were tightly pressed to each other. Yeah I didn't care if he would kill me but then the process of it, I really dreaded. " Talk"He bawled and my body shook at his utterance. I raised my head up and my eyes locked with his. He seemed like a burning dragon which had fire in his mouth, and was ready to pour it out as soon as his jaw pulled do

IVY’S POV" Ahhhhh" he screamed. I was shocked to see that Carl just struck him with something sharp on his pack. It pierced to the other side which was his chest. Blood gushed out his mouth whike my jaw dropped whilst I stared shattered." Yes, Carl sent this lying son of a bitch to pull off this shit for him. He has been lying to you all this while that he cares about your victory over Adrian and his pack, but the truth is that he has his personal interest."I said and shook my head in disgust. Brad was confused and stared at Carl who frowned"What the fuck are you talking about Alina? I didn't even know this Harry dude before I saw him here. You yourself introduced me to Him Brad is it not?" He bawled with a hoarse voice. I glared at him and shook my head, seeing how good he was a liar." That's true Alina, I was the one who introduced him to Harry, '' Brad said. The rest in the room were more confused. Gonzalo, Macbeth and Brion stared in disbelief. I walked up to Brad and took a s

(Dante’s POV / Maria’s POV)Dante’s POVThe dreams came more often now, fragments of a life I couldn’t fully remember. They pulled me into the past like shadows creeping through the cracks of my mind, unsettling and relentless.This time, I was in a sunlit field, the kind of place that felt almost too perfect to be real. Laughter filled the air, bright and carefree. Mine, yes—but not just mine.“Carlo, wait up!”The voice was my own, younger and higher-pitched, full of boyish excitement. I was running through tall grass, chasing after a boy who turned just as I reached him. His face was clear now—dark hair, bright eyes, a smile that mirrored my own.“Catch me if you can!” he yelled, darting away.I felt the rush of happiness, the warmth of innocence. But then, like all dreams, it shifted. The colors dimmed, the laughter faded, and the world became darker.The field was gone. We were in a small room now, huddled together as the sound of gunfire erupted outside. Carlo’s hand was in mine

(Maria’s POV)The rain tapped against the tall windows like a warning, steady and insistent. The Vincenzo mansion was quiet, but not in the way that felt comforting. It was the kind of silence that carried weight, like a storm building just beneath the surface.I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the blurred city lights in the distance. My thoughts were tangled, an endless loop of fear, anger, and despair. Dante’s coldness, Pietro’s manipulations, and the growing sense that this house was a cage with no escape—it all pressed down on me.My hand moved absently to my phone on the side table. I hadn’t touched it in days. What was the point? My life had been stripped down to survival. The only people I could contact were either dead or didn’t care to hear from me.Still, I unlocked the screen. Muscle memory led me to an app I hadn’t opened in years, one I used before I had been forced back into this life. As I scrolled through, something stopped me cold.A notification. Elena S

(Maria’s POV)The days following the massacre bled together, each one heavier than the last. Dante’s revelation had shattered something deep inside me—something that could never be repaired. The world felt wrong now, the air thicker, the shadows darker. Every corner of the Vincenzo mansion seemed to whisper reminders of his words, his deeds, and the lives lost in his wake. The stare of my dad as he breathed his last.I barely left my room, the pressure of grief and betrayal anchoring me to the bed. My thoughts were a storm, memories clashing with the harsh truths Dante had forced upon me. My father… was gone, their blood on Dante’s hands. And yet, the man who had stolen my innocence years ago and deprived me of the joy of becoming a Nun—the man I’d thought was a nameless, faceless monster—was the same man who now claimed ownership over me and there was nothing I could do about it.The knot of betrayal in my chest tightened every time I closed my eyes, the echoes of his words reverber

(Maria’s POV)The days following the massacre bled together, each one heavier than the last. Dante’s revelation had shattered something deep inside me—something that could never be repaired. The world felt wrong now, the air thicker, the shadows darker. Every corner of the Vincenzo mansion seemed to whisper reminders of his words, his deeds, and the lives lost in his wake.I barely left my room, the weight of grief and betrayal anchoring me to the bed. My thoughts were a storm, memories clashing with the harsh truths Dante had forced upon me. My father… was gone, their blood on Dante’s hands. And yet, the man who had stolen my innocence years ago—the man I’d thought was a nameless, faceless monster—was the same man who now claimed ownership over me and there was nothing I could do about it.The knot of betrayal in my chest tightened every time I closed my eyes, the echoes of his words reverberating in my mind.“I was the man who took your innocence.”The first time I left my room was

(Maria’s POV)The dinner had left me on edge, the tension between Dante and my father hanging over us like a looming storm cloud, thick and oppressive. I could feel it in Dante’s grip on my arm as we stood to leave the table—a tightness that spoke volumes. His silence wrapped around me, heavy and suffocating, far more impactful than anything he might have said.The moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold light over the sprawling grounds of my family’s estate. I stared out of the window of Dante’s car as we drove away, the gentle buzz of the engine doing little to calm the dread clawing at my chest. Something was wrong—I could feel it.“Dante,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What are you planning?”His sharp profile remained stoic, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn’t answer, and his silence felt like a noose tightening around my neck.The memories came unbidden as we entered the city, each familiar landmark pulling me back to my childhood. I remembered running through th

(Maria’s POV)It was the night of the dinner and the dining room was a battlefield disguised with crystal chandeliers and white tablecloths. The long table was laden with an opulent feast—roasted meats, golden bread rolls, and the finest wines Italy could offer. Yet, the tension in the air made every bite taste bitter.I sat near the end of the table, the hem of my dress gathered in my hands beneath the tablecloth. Salvatore, my father, occupied the head of the table, his voice booming with his usual bravado. Opposite him, Vincenzo’s stony silence was a sharp contrast, his eyes cold and calculating as he watched every move Salvatore made. It was my own house but I felt so uncomfortable. I was so tensed that my palms were wet.Dante sat beside Vincenzo, his expression a mask of indifference. But I knew better. His fingers tapped the edge of his wine glass, his jaw tightening every time Salvatore opened his mouth.“Naples has always been under Salvatorian influence,” papa declared, lift