Novels by Misty K

Adam The moment it happened, I felt it. A sharp, searing pain in my chest, as though my heart was being ripped apart. I was in the middle of reviewing plans for the hotel when it struck—an unmistakable shift in the bond, an agonizing echo that told me what I had feared the most. Beatrix had kissed him. My hands clenched the edge of the table, and the papers crumpled under my grip. My mind raced, and the calm, collected demeanor I prided myself on dissolved into chaos. Sebastian had taken something that belonged to me. Her. I stood abruptly, my chair screeching against the floor, and stormed out of the meeting room. My assistant called after me, but I didn’t care. I needed answers. Now. Beatrix I hadn’t left the house since Sebastian walked out the door. My mind was a mess, a swirling storm of guilt, anger, and confusion. The kiss replayed in my mind, over and over again, each time leaving me more conflicted than the last. The knock at the door startled me. I froze, dre

Sebastian The night was cold, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones no matter how many layers you wear. But standing on Beatrix’s porch, waiting for her to open the door, I didn’t feel it. My chest burned with the weight of everything unsaid, the things I needed her to hear before it was too late. When the door creaked open, she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and wariness. “Sebastian,” she said, her voice soft but guarded. “It’s late.” “I know,” I admitted, my hands shoved deep into my coat pockets. “But I need to talk to you. Please, Bea. Just… hear me out.” She hesitated, her eyes searching mine as if trying to gauge my sincerity. After what felt like an eternity, she stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The warmth of her home enveloped me, the familiar scent of lavender and coffee calming and torturing me all at once. This was her space, her world, and I’d done so much to hurt her in the past. But I couldn’t walk away again without trying to make things right.

Sebastian I promised myself I’d try to be better. To keep my jealousy in check. But every time I saw them together, every time I caught a glance of Beatrix smiling at Adam, or worse touching him it felt like my carefully constructed resolve was crumbling beneath me. I leaned against the wall of the conference room, arms crossed tightly as I watched them talk over the latest hotel design plans. Adam stood close to her, too close, his hand brushing hers as they both reached for the same blueprint. Beatrix laughed softly, the sound cutting through me like a blade. Calm, I reminded myself. Stay calm. But it was impossible. I could see the way he looked at her, the way his gaze lingered on her every move. It wasn’t just admiration it was hunger, possessiveness. He wanted her. And it made my blood boil. Adam leaned down, pointing something out on the blueprint. Beatrix tilted her head, her hair catching the light as she listened intently. When she smiled at whatever joke he whispered,

SebastianThe night was suffocating, the weight of everything pressing down on my chest. I walked through the quiet streets of WillowRidge, the familiar sights blurred by the haze of my thoughts. Her voice, her words“You don’t get to decide who I let into my life”repeated in my mind. She had chosen him. Maybe not fully, but she had let him stay while I was forced to leave. And the worst part? I couldn’t even blame her. My anger, my possessiveness it was all too much. But how could I not feel this way? When she was near him, when she looked at him with even a fraction of the softness she used to reserve for me, it was like a fire consuming me from the inside.I made my way to the lake, the place where we’d spent so much of our childhood together. The moonlight reflected off the still water, but tonight, it offered no peace. My hands clenched into fists as I thought about Adam. About the way he always managed to position himself as the calm, composed one. The savior. The better man.Bu

BeatrixThe tension in my chest felt like a storm brewing just under my skin as I stood at the threshold of my house. I hadn’t slept properly in days. The weight of the truth Sebastian and Adam had revealed crushed me from all sides, while their presence filled every waking moment. Their love, their need, their possessiveness it was suffocating.The knock at my door came just as I thought I might have a moment of peace. I opened it, expecting Nina or maybe even Uncle Peter. Instead, it was Sebastian. His silver-blond hair was disheveled, his jaw clenched tight. The look in his eyes made my stomach twist in knots.“Sebastian,” I said softly, stepping back to let him in. But the moment he crossed the threshold, I regretted it. His energy was different tonight—sharper, angrier.“You didn’t answer my calls,” he said, his voice low but filled with tension. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Sebastian, I needed time. I told you that.”“Time? Is that

Beatrix The silence in the community hall felt like a living thing, pressing down on my chest as I waited for one of them to speak. Sebastian stood rigidly near the door, his eyes locked on Adam with a fire I didn’t understand. Adam, on the other hand, was calm but unyielding, his gaze fixed firmly on me, as though I might disappear if he looked away. I had questions—so many questions—but the weight of everything they’d said so far had left my mind a tangled mess. I didn’t know where to start. “You want me to trust you,” I said, breaking the silence. My voice trembled, but I forced myself to meet Adam’s eyes first and then Sebastian’s. “But all you’ve done is keep me in the dark. If I’m as important as you say I am, I deserve to know why.” Adam took a step closer, his movements deliberate. “You’re right, Beatrix. You do deserve the truth. And this time, I won’t hold anything back.” Sebastian bristled, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not going to sugarcoat it, are y