Novels by Xenia

The way he delivered that sentence, made it so frightening and still managed to maintain his smile made me shiverNow I see why they call him the devil.This is a man that can kill you, while smiling at you making you believe you are friends.“I do not understand what you are talking about.” I said , shaking my head because surely he was joking.What league of assassins was he talking about? My father was just a businessman and he never involved himself with that mafia. In fact I knew just how much he hated them… so does this man really expect me to believe his rubbish?“Sure you do. Because before your father died, he mentioned your name and said you had everything we needed. So you are going to tell us everything is beautiful, now I am asking nicely because I will get it out of you anyway.”I shivered as his smile dropped and his eyes turned cold, “Well, you are lying. THere is no way my father could have possibly told you that because I do not know what you are talking about.”He i

“YOU DID WHAT?”Vivienne actually had the nerve to startle at my yell - not just that she had the nerve to look at me with shock on her face.Yup! She had the nerve to look shocked as if she had not just delivered a huge blow to my face.“How dare you?” I asked my voice getting higher, “How dare you trade me off like that? You had no right Vivienne. You had no right!”She frowned, “Why are you acting like it's a big deal.”I opened my mouth, then closed it when words failed me, because honestly my was flabbergasted gasted!Why am I acting like it is a big deal?She was really going to ask me that with a straight face?Why am I acting like it is a big deal?“Oh i am sorry,” I responded with a smile, “I was really not aware that you selling me off to the same man who murdered my father, was not a big deal - oh, and against my knowledge might i add.”She rolled her eyes, and I clenched my fist so rightfully it hurt. If anything but to control my family.I have always disliked Vivienne

The wolf…I saw it again - this time there was something different in its eyes.An anger that was never there before, that confused me.I leaned closer and touched its furry head with a smile.It was warm. So warm that I had this crazy urge to just wrap my arms around it and close my eyes.When I removed my hand though, my heart skipped a beat as I saw it covered in so much blood.Before I could react, the world threw its head back and howled, and I could feel its pain and anger In that single howl.It sounded like a cry of sorrow.My mind was frantic as I looked at it.Was it hurt?And why was he suddenly staring at me sadly?When I woke up from that sleep - I got the worst news I could ever think of.My father was found dead in the streets.***********The morning started out like any other morning.My alarm clock wakes me up at 6, the birds chirping, the sun rising from the east and people going about their day, as if everything was normal and perfect.But everything wasn't normal.

The house was too quiet. It was at this moment I knew silence had a sound and could be heard. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence. It was the heavy, suffocating kind-the kind that made the air thick, the kind that made my own heartbeat sound too loud in my ears. It pressed against my chest, wrapping around me like an invisible chain. I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the space in front of me. My hands were clasped together, but my fingers kept fidgeting, twisting over one another. Sebastian hadn’t come downstairs since we got back from the courthouse. I knew where he was. Locked in his study. Alone. I hated this silence. Because it wasn’t really silent. It had a sound—the sound of pain, of grief, of everything that had gone unsaid. I walked toward the couch and sank down, my body feeling heavier than it should. This house wasn’t just a house. It had been a home—a place where we shared laughter, warmth, love. But now… now it felt different. The walls

The house was too quiet. It was at this moment I knew silence had a sound and could be heard. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence.It was the heavy, suffocating kind-the kind that made the air thick, the kind that made my own heartbeat sound too loud in my ears. It pressed against my chest, wrapping around me like an invisible chain.I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the space in front of me. My hands were clasped together, but my fingers kept fidgeting, twisting over one another.Sebastian hadn’t come downstairs since we got back from the courthouse.I knew where he was.Locked in his study. Alone.I hated this silence.Because it wasn’t really silent.It had a sound—the sound of pain, of grief, of everything that had gone unsaid.I walked toward the couch and sank down, my body feeling heavier than it should.This house wasn’t just a house.It had been

The weight of the the whole dramam going on settled on my shoulders like a boulder.I stood outside the police station, gripping my phone tightly in my hand, my thumb hovering over the play button.This was it.The moment I would turn my own mother in.The woman who had raised me, who had held me as a child, who had taught me how to ride a bike—now, I was handing her over to the law.Because she was a monster.Because she had betrayed me.Because she had tried to kill the woman I love.I sucked in a sharp breath, closing my eyes for a second. The night air was cold, biting against my skin. The streetlights flickered above, casting long shadows on the pavement. I could hear the faint sounds of cars honking in the distance, but everything around me felt… muted.Like the world had slowed down.Like I was standing on the edge of something I could never come back from.Then, with a final exhale, I stepped inside.The police station was bright and, the air was thick with the scent of coffee

I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the elevator and into the familiar space of Grant Enterprises. It had been weeks since I was last here. Weeks since my life had spiraled into chaos. Since secrets had been revealed, betrayals exposed, and the foundation of everything I knew had been shaken to its core. But now, I was back. Back to work. Back to normal. Or at least, as normal as life could get after everything that had happened. The office smelled the same-fresh coffee, crisp paper, the faint scent of polished wood. The soft hum of conversations and clicking keyboards filled the air, blending with the occasional ringing of phones. It was comforting in a way. Familiar. And yet, something felt different. Or maybe I was the one who had changed. …. The first thing I did after settling into my office was call HR. I needed a personal assistant. Ever since I got promoted, I had been handling too much on my own, and after everything that had happened, I knew I couldn’t affo

The knock on my office door was sharp, deliberate. I didn’t expect anyone. Not at this hour. Not today. I set down my pen, glancing at the clock. 3:47 PM. I had been drowning in work all day, trying to keep my mind off everything that had happened in the past few weeks. Trying to pretend that life was normal again, that I wasn’t standing on the remains of a world that had been shattered beyond recognition. But now, someone was at my door. I straightened, adjusting my tie before speaking. “Come in.” The door creaked open, and my muscles tensed the moment I saw him. Thomas Grant. My stepfather. The man who had been nothing more than a shadow in my life, standing by while my mother did whatever she wanted. A man who never protected me, never spoke up, never did anything except watch. And now, he was here. I said nothing as he stepped inside, his movements slow, cautious—like he knew he wasn’t welcome. His eyes darted around the office before finally settling on me. He cleare

Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. I had never seen him like this before. Not when we were trapped. Not when we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive. Not even when he was injured, fighting to stay conscious. But now—now he looked like a man who had lost everything. His shoulders were tense, his breathing uneven, his fingers tangled in his hair as if he was trying to hold himself together. I sat beside him, close but not too close, giving him space. I wanted to say something, but words felt useless. What could I possibly say to make this better? How do you comfort someone when their entire world has just crumbled? I reached out and gently touched his arm. He flinched. Not in fear. Not in anger. Just in pure, raw pain. I pulled my hand back. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the distant hum of the city outside, cars moving, life continuing as if nothing had changed. But for Sebastian, everything had changed. Finally, he lifted h

KYLE ~~ It definitely isn't everyday that you earn a lecture from Caius, and I've already gotten five of them this year. “You should have told me when you got the tip. What if you had gotten hurt? What if it was just a trap?” “I'm not a child Caius and you know that,” I snapped growing irritated, “so please stop treating me like one. I can make my own decisions without having to run to you every single time like a scared little cat.” “You are a target, we are all targets -” “The scientists are dead!” “And you think you do not have enemies anymore? You think, you really think that…we are all free from threats? Humans are greedy. If they ever find out about you, about the powers we all possess we will lose everything!” I clenched my fist although I saw the truth in what he was saying and despite my stubbornness, I understood his concerns. But that was really not the point and the fact that he was missing is what keeps grating on my nerves. “I found my mate Caius!” I said my vo

"Mother fucker!” Mother fucker, indeed.I dropped my arm immediately as I stared at Kyle, sheer horror gripping me.What does he mean by mate?Surely not what I think because - that cannot be. Maybe I heard him wrongly.I cannot, will not be mated to my foe.To my target.“So she really is your mate then?” The lady asked and Kyle just smiled with a shrug.“Can feel it in my head so yes, I believe she is.”“This is very interesting. How do you think Caius and Dahlia would react?”Kyle shrugged nonchalantly, “I have no idea but we will find out. I did not tell them about the anonymous tip - I just wanted to confirm first.”I had no idea what they were talking about and I couldn't ask.Hell I was too frozen by shock to even move an inch let alone say a word.“Let's go home first.”The lady nodded and went at the driver's speed. My head was still buzzing with a million questions as I felt the car moving away.I know what mating means. I have dedicated a fair portion of my life into resea

“What you are, Amara…what you have been trained for is total destruction. Be void of emotions other than anger and hatred because in them you can find the biggest source of inspiration and motivation. Do not forget your destiny.”“Why does this have to be done?” My cousin asked, rolling her eyes.I looked at her, shocked at the audacity behind her question. She should know better. She is as dedicated to this mission as I am, so why now?“Because,” Uncle Kiaz started patiently, “Those beings are evil and unnatural and we must cleanse the world of such evil. They should not be roaming freely with such power.”I nodded, and my cousin seemed satisfied with the answer. But for me the reason was way deeper than that.Has always been.This is my calling.This is my destiny, I have always known it, I have always felt it deep within my bones.Ever since I had to sit by and watch one of them murder my parents like they were nothing, I was convinced that I wanted nothing more, the way I desired