Novels by Joanz

“I don’t know who I’m choosing yet,” I said, my voice flat but firm. “But if this keeps being a pissing contest, I’m walking away from both of you.”The words were sharper than I expected. They cut through the forest air like a blade, slicing the tension that had been building for what felt like hours. Silence fell immediately. Thick. Uncomfortable. Heavy with all the things we weren’t saying.Neither of them moved and that I was grateful for.Not Asher, with his arms crossed and jaw clenched like every second he had to share space with Arlo made his blood boil. And not Arlo, who looked like he was biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood, his chest rising and falling with barely contained emotion.The wind stirred again, whispering through the tall trees, brushing against my skin like cold fingers. It carried something unspoken with it. Something old. Something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.And in that stillness, a single truth buried itself deep in my chest

She didn’t reject me,” Arlo said, eyes flicking to her. “Not yet.”His voice had dropped. Less rage, more pain.She stepped out from behind me then. Just enough to be seen.“Arlo, I didn’t know you were near,” she said softly. “I wasn’t hiding anything.”That burned.Even if it wasn’t aimed at me.I kept my face still, but inside I was gripping something sharp and jagged.“So you were gonna tell him eventually?” I asked, my voice lower now. “After what we just did?”She looked at me, and it hurt. She looked torn.“I didn’t expect to feel it that fast,” she said. “With you.”I didn’t say anything.Because I didn’t need to.Arlo stepped forward as if he still had some say. “If the bond hasn’t settled, she has the right to choose.”I turned toward him, full.“Say that again,” I said, stepping closer.He hesitated.“She’s not your property,” he said, straightening himself. “You don’t get to make that decision for her.”“Funny,” I muttered. “You screamed like you thought you did.”We locke

She was standing there like she didn’t know what she did to me. Like she wasn’t the only thing I saw in a world full of noise.The air was sharp and cold. But her—she was warm. Even from a few feet away, I could feel it. Like heat coming off a fire I wasn’t allowed to touch.Not yet.I stepped closer. Not fast. Not obvious. Just enough.Her breath hitched. I caught it.She always looked at me like she was mad she couldn’t ignore me. Like her body betrayed her before her brain could stop it.That was the fun part.“You cold?” I asked, voice low, rougher than I meant.She nodded. Maybe. I don’t know if she even heard me.I reached for her wrist. My fingers wrapped around it, warm against her skin, and she didn’t pull back. Her pulse jumped under my touch. Quick. Nervous. Wanting.I stepped in, slow.I liked watching her react. The way her chest rose. The way she swallowed hard like her body already knew where this was going.I moved my hand to her waist and felt her shiver.“Tell me to

Why does he smell so nice The air outside was cooler than I expected. The kind that kisses bare skin and makes it feel more alive than it should. The trees above rustled like they knew something I didn’t, and the sky was draped in that soft, bruised color between sunset and night.And then there was him.Asher.Standing too close like he always did, not in an obvious way—never that. He had this quiet confidence like he knew I’d feel it. Like his presence was enough to tangle my breath. It was.I didn’t want to look at him. I did it anyway.His eyes locked on mine like he’d been waiting. And suddenly, I wasn’t sure what we were talking about anymore. I wasn’t sure if we’d even said anything.He moved just a little closer. Subtle. A breath. But I felt it like lightning across my skin.“Cold?” he asked, voice low.I nodded because my throat was tight. I was cold, but not in the way he meant.He reached out, slow and certain, and took my wrist. Just that. Just fingers curling around the

, but her gaze flicked to Arlo, and her expression changed. She batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. "Who's this handsome stranger?" she asked, her voice turned sugary sweet.Arlo's smile grew wider as he turned to face Daphne. "I'm Arlo," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "And you are...?"Daphne's eyes sparkled with interest, and she launched into a flirtatious conversation with Arlo, completely forgetting about her initial intent to bully me. I watched in amazement as she transformed from a mean girl to a smitten one, her eyes locked onto Arlo's face.As they chatted, I couldn't help but notice the way Arlo seemed to be enjoying the attention, his gaze flicking between Daphne and me with a knowing glint in his eye. He knew exactly the effect he was having on Daphne, and he was playing it to his advantage."So, Arlo, what brings you to this lovely establishment?" Daphne asked, her voice coy.Arlo chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm just enjoying the view," he

I'm Arlo, the third-generation Fay prince, and I've got everything handed to me on a silver platter. Or so it seems. From the outside, the Fay world looks like a dream – lush forests, sparkling waterfalls, and creatures that shimmer with magic. But, let's be real, it's all a bit much sometimes.As a Fay prince, I've got a debt to pay. A debt of power, of prestige, of expectation. My family's legacy weighs heavily on me, and I'm not exactly the bravest guy. I'm more of a "lay back and let others handle it" kind of prince.The Fay world is a complex web of alliances, rivalries, and ancient magic. There's the Seelie Court, where my family resides, and the Unseelie Court, where the darker Fae dwell. And then there are the wild Fae, the ones who don't play by the rules.I've got a front-row seat to the drama, the politics, and the backstabbing. But, honestly, I'd rather not deal with it all. I'd rather indulge in my love of chocolate and hot women, and let others handle the intricacies of