Novels by TheLycanscribe

It's been a few weeks in Damien's house and life has gone back to being pretty normal, or at least close to normal.Rosa had almost completely adjusted to her new life, going on antenatal runs with Storm, which she was grateful for, and being back to her art.Brilliant golden rays streamed through the open windows of the room, it was perfect. Rosa had found it after giving herself a tour of the entire building and from the minute she walked in, Rosa knew this was going to be her studio…Well, as long as she stayed in the penthouse that is.A half-finished painting stood in front of her, the smell of oil paint strong in the air. Rosa studied the strokes of dull gray and crimson red on the canvas, her right hand held a paint brush while her left hand rested absentmindedly on the slight curve of her bump. Rosa adjusted her glasses as she worked, eyes squinted in keen focus, her left hand clutching onto her palate like for dear life the brush in her right made small intricate patterns on

The clanging of pots and pans from a distance woke Rosa up with a start, rolling over to glance at the clock on her bedside table, Rosa gasped at how late she had slept in.But it wasn't her fault, there was no way she would blame herself for that, not after sleeping on the comfiest bed ever. It had easily been the best sleep of her entire life, she had slept so comfortably she could feel the dry drool on the side of her cheeks.Dashing into the bathroom, Rosa freshened up, amazed at all the products and necessities he already had available for her, money is good she thought. Rosa happily took an ‘everything’ shower, making sure to use as much product as she could and noting her favorites and least favorites. Stepping out of the shower and feeling more refreshed than ever in her life, Rosa dug through the clothesline in the wardrobe and fished for something comfy. If there was one thing she would do here, it would be comfortable,she didn’t mind having to deal with seeing him everyd

“So what? Does he just expect you to move in? Just like that?” Storm looked perplexed “Are you sure you heard him right?” She asked further, clearly not convinced that Damon had decided to take responsibility.“Yes, Storm I heard him right.” Rosa said rolling her eyes," I told you all I had to do was go public, these rich people hate when they are trending for the wrong reasons." “Wow.” Storm managed, pouring a glass of wine for herself and some apple juice for Rosa.“Yeah, wow,” Rosa said sarcastically. “I don't even know how I feel about all this anymore,” Rosa added, taking the glass from Storm and downing it in one gulp. Her heart sank a little when she realized she meant those words, yes she had initially wanted this but now, maybe it wasn’t all that. She had no idea how she felt if she wanted this…staying with him…she had hoped for his cooperation and nothing more, but it seemed things were getting pretty real now.“Hey,” Storm said comfortingly, taking a seat beside her on

Damon was still a hot topic the next day, not as trendy as he was the first day, but still enough to be talked about. The trolls were still rolling in, and they were not relenting or even trying to. Tapping his pen rhythmically on the table, Damon sighed as he glanced at the clock again. He remembered telling her 11 am, but it was almost half an hour later, and she still had not shown up. Perhaps she had changed her mind and taken her bastard child somewhere else. Damon had made his lawyer draw up an official agreement, one that would protect him, his assets, and his company.What happened with Ava would not be happening again.His doorbell rang, drawing him out of his train of thought, Damon hated how stressed this issue was making him, and he could not wait to be done with it all.Trudging lazily to the door, Damon swung it open and was greeted by her scent first, vanilla, with a hint of coconut. He remembered how he had been amazed by it that first night, wondering how he never i

“Rosa, what the fuck!!” Storm yelled, immediately Rosa got in the house, she seemed as if she had been waiting for her to come back to get that off her chest.“Easy tiger,” Rosa said nonchalantly, hanging up her coat and walking into the house.“What the fuck was that? That could ruin him, and Walter's tech company as a whole." Storm whines, a genuinely concerned look on her face.“Look storm I told you I was going to go public did I not? I just did what I said I was going to do.” Rosa said with a shrug, walking into the bathroom to freshen up. “I don't think this is right Rosa,” Storm said, following her to the door of the bathroom. “I think you should take it down, take the video down, say it was a mistake or something.” Storm insisted.“Maybe it isn't right, it doesn't have to be right. I never said it was and no, I'm not taking that video down.” Rosa said, taking a face wipe and stripping her skin of sweat and concealer.She did not look up from her reflection, but she felt Storm

Damon went back to stirring his pasta sauce, turning the heat a little back up before pouring the pasta into the pan. Smiling at his amazing creation, he let the pasta in the sauce for a few more minutes, while he cleaned up the kitchen. He'd hoped to spend the weekend doing his favorite things and just basking in the peace while enjoying the amazing view from his penthouse which oversaw the city, until Rosa had disrupted that for him.His phone pinged with a notification, he had dropped it on the island not planning on indulging himself with it, Part of his weekend routine was devoting more time to himself and less to work and social media. Damon knew that his phone going off with messages could only mean one thing…work. And he wasn't ready to deal. Dishing his meal onto a plate and pouring a glass of wine, Damon settled in front of the television to enjoy his meal, still ignoring his phone which continued to ping seeming to be flooding with messages all of a sudden.Damon moaned