Novels by Babs

I held her limp body against mine, our arms still curved instinctively around the baby—her baby—who writhed now, his small fists opening and closing as his thin, confused cries pushed into the terrible quiet. He had been still before, pressed tight against his mother’s breast as if he understood that silence was sacred. But now that her heartbeat had faded into nothing, he squirmed, sensing the absence, the change, the grief that thickened the room like smoke.I had never felt anything like this. Gods, I had spent years mastering the art of feeling nothing—locking every bruise, every scar, every memory, every emotion into a box so deep inside myself that even I could forget it was there. Ignore it long enough, and it stops hurting. Push it down far enough, and it stops existing. That had always been the rule.But this… this shattered all of it.Some of what churned inside me wasn’t even mine—I had opened myself, cracked the shell of who I was to give Zinnia strength, because she need

A sharp, white-hot bolt of pain tore through my abdomen and lower back, ripping me out of the fading fog of the coma. I had been half-aware of a distant, throbbing ache while drifting between sleep and reality, but this—this pain dragged me violently to the surface. My body felt hollowed out, drained, like whatever strength I once had was being siphoned away with every passing second. And the worst part…the part that sent terror fluttering in my chest…was knowing I needed that strength. I needed it to bring my child safely into this world, yet each brutal contraction devoured another piece of what little energy I had left.“Marcov…?” I managed to moan, my voice thin and cracked.He understood instantly—of course he did—and pulled Ackenora and William aside. When he returned, there was something I had never seen before in his expression: fear. Real, unguarded fear. It glimmered in his eyes like he was barely holding himself together. Seeing it sent a cold shiver through me.“We need to

There was something about Marcov I simply couldn’t stand.Of course, the fact that he was a paid killer topped that list — that alone was reason enough to keep my distance — but there was something else, something deeper and harder to name. It was in the way he carried himself, coiled and quiet, as though every muscle in his body was a fuse waiting to be lit. Even when he smiled, it never reached his eyes.I watched him from across the room. The low light of the chamber flickered against the metal detailing of his coat, glinting in time with the slow rise and fall of his breath. He sat beside Zinnia, his posture straight and unnervingly still, eyes fixed on something unseen. Every now and then, I thought I caught a flicker of worry ghost across his face — the faintest tightening of his jaw, a shadow in his gaze — but he would smooth it away almost instantly, as if even his emotions needed to be disciplined.I hoped she would make it through. Gods, I hoped she would.I had arrived at t

I was lost in one of my favorite dreams when the pounding on the front door shattered the calm. The echo ripped through the small cabin, and both Enrickio and I startled.He was on his feet in an instant, body tense, the low hiss in his throat a warning to whatever dared disturb us. His stance was so instinctive, so protective, that for a heartbeat I believed the danger was real.Then the door swung open.Marcov strolled into the sitting room as though he owned the place. With a casual flick of his wrist, Enrickio disappeared — gone in a shimmer of dreamlight.The ache that followed was all too familiar, that sharp tug of sadness every time I remembered: he wasn’t real. He has not been for a very long time.“Hi, Mamma.” Marcov’s smile curved, but it did not reach his eyes. It never did.“You’re lucky I wasn’t your mamma,” I said, forcing a thin smile to cover the sudden twist of pain.“Maybe I’d have turned out different if you were.” His tone tried for mockery, but the honesty beneat

“Baby?” His voice was low, rough around the edges, still heavy with sleep and something else—something that made my pulse quicken.I was still floating, my body spent and languid from the night we’d devoured each other. Slowly, I turned my head, meeting the blaze of his blue eyes—eyes that seemed to see straight through me.A slow, wicked grin curved his lips as his finger traced lazy patterns down my bare back. Goosebumps bloomed wherever he touched, following his path like a trail of fire. He watched them rise with quiet fascination, his expression half wonder, half triumph.He was silent for a moment, just breathing me in. Then again, softly—“Baby?”“Mm?” I murmured, my voice a sleepy purr, inviting, daring him to go on.“You never answered my question.”I blinked, a teasing smile tugging at my mouth. “Which one?”He shook his head, that grin of his widening, eyes bright with mischief and something heartbreakingly sincere.“Run away with me.”Those four words shattered the dream I

As my eyes fluttered open, the world slowly swam back into focus—and with it came an overwhelming wave of relief. Familiar faces filled my blurred vision, faces I had longed for in every waking moment away from home. My babies were nestled close to the bed, their small bodies pressed against the mattress as if afraid I might vanish again. My mother and father sat in chairs pulled tight to my bedside, their postures weary but alert, hands clasped together as though holding each other up.The worry etched into their expressions melted the moment our eyes met, replaced by tears of relief that shimmered like sunlight after a storm. I breathed in shakily, my chest aching with gratitude. I was home. I was home—and I silently thanked Draco for bringing me back where I belonged.Mom’s face crumpled as she leaned forward, wrapping me in her arms, pressing the twins into my side. Their warmth, their scent—the pure, living weight of them—filled every hollow space inside me. It was the best medic