Novel-novel oleh H.I Pearl

Lyra’s POV What in the fuck name had I gotten myself into? My chest rose and fell fast, like my lungs couldn’t get enough air. My whole body felt trapped, like a bird in a cage that kept getting smaller.“Drake, wait…!” I screamed, my voice cracking. It sounded more like a broken cry than a command. I hoped he’d stop. I hoped something in him would hear me.But my words fell on deaf ears. His eyes didn’t even flicker. He didn’t pause, didn’t care. Rage boiled in me. I gathered all my strength and slammed my cuffed hands against his chest, the metal biting into my skin as it struck him.He jerked back, his mouth leaving my breasts, his hand flying up to his chest. For a brief second, I thought I had won...I thought maybe I’d shocked him enough to stop.But his eyes turned darker, and dangerous. He lifted his hand and slapped me so hard across my face that the sound rang in my ears. My head snapped to the side, pain lighting up my cheek like fire. My hair spilled over my face, and I fe

Lyra’s POV "I've been looking for you." He said, his voice calm. "Thankfully, I found you." "Drake!" I called, stepping closer to him. My feet almost stumbled because I was still shaky from everything I had been through. "Thanks for coming to my rescue.""Really?" His lips curled in a faint smile. "I am here to take you to a safe place. You are safe now."My chest loosened, and I almost laughed with relief. Finally, someone I trusted. "Thank you so much, Drake," I whispered, and threw my arms around him, clinging to the one person who I know will always be on my team.But, I suddenly felt a sharp, burning pain on the side of my neck. My body jerked, and my hand shot up to the spot. My fingers brushed against something and I froze. My eyes widened, and I gasped, stumbling back. Drake pulled away, and I saw the cold smirk spread across his face as he held up an empty syringe.He had injected me.My throat tightened. "Why…" I whispered, clutching onto his shirt, my voice weak, tremblin

Lyra’s POV "You killed me. You killed me, Lyra." The voice froze my blood. Slowly, I looked up and my heart almost stopped. Mira stood in front of me, her face pale, her hair scattered across her face, her eyes shining with tears that fell endlessly. She looked so broken, so destroyed, and it felt like my soul was being shattered piece by piece just watching her. "I was your only sister," she whispered, her voice shaking. "What did I ever do to you? The only thing I ever did was love you, Lyra. So why…why did you kill me? Why?!" My legs turned weak. I wanted to scream, but no sound came. The air felt heavy, my lungs refusing to breathe. "I didn’t kill you, Mira!" I finally burst out, my voice trembling like a child’s. "I never planned on hurting you. I didn’t even know you were back. I never expected to see you there. I wanted to kill Ava, not you! You also know I aimed for Ava, not you. I'd never hurt you, you are my only sister, Mira." I tried to step closer, reaching out my

Lyra’s POV ************"The Beta asked us to escort you out of this clan," a man I didn’t know said. He stood with two other men, their eyes cold as they blocked my way outside the hospital.For a moment, I just stared at them, my chest burning as if fire was rising from inside me. Then I barked, "What are you saying? Why would you escort me out of the clan? Where do you want me to go? And who does he think he is that can order me around?""Exactly who I think I am... your Beta." A familiar voice said behind me. Slowly, I turned and saw Thorne standing behind me, his tall figure coming down the hospital stairs. The sight of him made my pulse hammer.He stopped right in front of me, his presence suffocating. "And who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" I barked louder, trying to cover the panic rising in my throat. "I don’t care who you are, but you can’t tell me what to do. Or do you think because the Alpha is dead now, you can order people around? Tsk. I’m sorry, but I’m n

Ava's POV "What do you mean I'm pregnant?" I demanded, my voice coming out louder than I meant. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. My hands trembled against the sheets as I tried to sit up. Pregnant? How could I be pregnant?My gaze instantly fell on Thorne. His eyes were wide, shock written all over his face, but there was something else too—an emotion I couldn’t quite understand. Happiness? Fear? Hope? I wasn’t sure. My mind was too messy to read him."Yes, as the result said. You are pregnant and you need to be really careful so as not to lose your child. You need to rest well. You need it," the doctor explained, but it only made the world around me spin more."Thank you so much, doctor," Thorne said quickly, standing up. His hands looked tense as he collected the paper from the doctor. Without even glancing back at me, he followed the doctor and nurse out of the room. Is he not happy about it?I swallowed hard, staring at the door as it clicked

Ava's POV My chest was tight, my pulse racing in my ears, but I forced myself closer until I could see her.Mira’s face was pale, so pale it looked like all the color had been drained from her. My eyes dropped to the monitor, and my heart sank like a stone. It showed nothing but zero all through. My knees nearly gave out.“No, please…” I whispered, my hands pressed to the glass. “Don’t leave me. Not like this.”"Inject 1mg of epinephrine." The doctor barked. “Charge the defibrillator—200 joules!”“Clear!”Her body jolted, Mira’s small frame lifting from the bed before falling back with a sickening stillness. I let out a strangled cry, slapping my palms against the glass again. No, no, no. Mira please!“Still flatline,” a nurse said. “Another 1 mg epinephrine, now! Prepare to shock again—300 joules!”I wanted to break through the door. I wanted to grab her hand, shake her, scream her name until her eyes fluttered open. But I couldn’t. I was stuck here, useless, watching helplessly as

Dear Amazing Readers, Wow. What a journey this has been! From the very first chapter to this final moment, you have been with me, turning every page, feeling every emotion, and living through every twist and turn alongside Sophie and Julian. Writing this story has been an incredible experience, but what made it truly special was you—the readers who believed in it, supported it, and followed it through to the very end. Your love, your comments, your gems, your excitement, and even your theories kept me going. I am beyond grateful for each and every one of you. Your time, your emotions, and your dedication mean the world to me. Whether this story made you smile, cry, gasp, or swoon, I hope it left an imprint on your heart, just as you have left one on mine. This isn’t just my story—it’s our story. And though we’ve reached the end of this chapter, remember, every ending is just the beginning of something new(like my next book; please check it out🙃) Thank you for being a part of this

SIX YEARS LATER Sophie’s POV "Good morning, beauty." A deep, familiar voice broke through my peaceful sleep, and I felt a warm presence near me. Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting to the morning light streaming through the curtains. Julian stood beside the bed, a soft smile on his lips, holding a tray of breakfast in his hands. "Good morning, honey," I murmured, stretching lazily before sitting up. A wave of warmth filled me at the sight before me—a plate of golden-brown toast, a perfectly fried egg, and a steaming cup of tea. My stomach grumbled in approval, making me smile. Julian placed the tray gently on the bed and sat on the edge, watching me. "I made breakfast for you," I glanced at him, my heart swelling with love. "Thank you, honey." His smile widened, and without warning, he leaned in, tilting his head to kiss me. I quickly turned my face away, causing him to freeze mid-motion. "Huh?" He blinked. I chuckled, pressing my lips together. "I haven’t brushed my

Chapter 118 Sophie’s POV It had been three hell long days since Julian fell into a coma. His face, once so vibrant and full of life, was now pale and drawn, the oxygen tubes were gone but there was still IV drips connected to his hand. His lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell weakly beneath the hospital gown, but there was no other sign of movement. I sat beside him, my fingers laced through his, unable to look away from his still form. I tightened my grip on his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. "Julian, can you hear me?" No response. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, forcing back another wave of despair. I wished for even the faintest sign of acknowledgement. I missed him—his laughter, his warmth, his voice, everything that made him who he was. "Do you remember when you first told me you loved me?" I continued, my voice trembling. "You said it so casually, as if you had always known. And I was so scared… scared that if I believed it, I’d los

Chapter 117 Sophie’s POV The ambulance doors slammed shut, and we sped through the city, sirens wailing. My hands trembled as I clutched Julian’s, his skin cold and clammy. His face was too pale, his lips slightly parted as he struggled for breath. "Stay with me, Julian," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Please, don’t close your eyes." He tried to smile, but it was weak. His eyelids fluttered, his body barely holding on. "No, no, no," I sobbed, pressing my forehead against his. "You promised me. You said you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t break your promise now." The paramedics worked frantically, pressing gauze against his wound, checking his vitals. "He's losing too much blood," one of them muttered. "Do something!" I screamed. "We're doing everything we can," another paramedic said, trying to keep me calm. I swallowed back my panic and looked at Julian again. His chest rose and fell weakly, each breath looking more labored than the last. "I love you, Sophie," he whi

Chapter 116 Sophie’s POV The sound of the gunshot echoed in my ears, deafening. My body tensed, my breath hitched, and for a moment, I swore my heart had stopped. But there was no pain. I wasn’t hit! Slowly, I opened my eyes, my body trembling, my breath ragged. My heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned out everything else. Celine—or rather, Victoria—was standing there, her face twisted in rage. But her grip on the gun had faltered, her hands shaking slightly. Then I noticed—someone had tackled her from the side. The gun had fired, but not at me. My breath came in short, uneven bursts as my eyes fell on the person who had tackled her. Julian. He was there, gripping Victoria’s wrist, twisting it painfully as she shrieked in frustration. The gun clattered to the floor, skidding across the rooftop. Victoria struggled wildly, her breath ragged with anger. "Let me go, you bastard!" she spat. "Not this time." Julian’s grip tightened as he shoved her backward, pinning her agains

Chapter 115 Sophie’s POV "How do I look?" I asked, turning to Julian while smoothing down the fabric of my red off-shoulder gown. The silky material hugged my curves perfectly, flowing elegantly to my feet. Julian’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, his lips curving into a fond smile. "You look as stunning as always," he murmured, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch was gentle, affectionate, and when he leaned down to press a kiss on my forehead, warmth spread through me. Then, he kissed me lightly on the lips, making my heart skip a beat. "Thank you, hubby," I whispered, "You made this happen. You made everything happen. If someone had told me a year ago when I got here that everything would turn out like this, I would have asked them to shut up." Julian chuckled, his fingers tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. "Why?" he asked. I sighed, shaking my head at how absurd it all seemed now. "Because I never thought I would fall in love with yo

Zara's POV Fuck. My head throbbed so badly I thought it was going to split open. It felt like something was pounding against my skull. I slowly opened my eyes, but everything around me looked blurry and shaky, like I was underwater. I groaned softly and squeezed my eyes shut again. My head spun, and I felt a bit dizzy. What was happening? Where was I? After a moment, I opened my eyes again, this time slower, trying to adjust to the weird lighting and strange movement around me. “Are you awake?” The voice startled me. I turned my head slightly to the left, even though it hurt, and saw Cassius. He was standing, staring down at me. I blinked a few times and looked around again. My surroundings still felt wrong. It was like I wasn’t even on the ground. “Where…where are we?” I asked, my voice came out as a whisper.. “We’re flying to Italy right now,” Cassius replied, casually. I blinked again, confused. “What do you mean, Italy?” I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense

Cassius's POV "What time is the flight?" I asked, my voice low as I closed the drawer of my desk. "It's scheduled for an hour's time," Raven replied, eyes flicking to the ticking clock on the wall. I nodded, tapping a finger against the cool surface of the table. “Good. That should be enough time to sort things.” The image of Crystal’s lifeless body flashed across my mind again. Was it the people planning on attacking that attacked her? But why was she left there? Something about that wasn’t sitting right. Was it a warning? “Did you find out why Crystal was lying on the floor?” “No. The security footage around that side is smashed.” Before I could curse, the office door creaked open, and Tyler strolled in with his usual smugness. “Hi, Brother. This one that you called for me...I wonder what it's about,” he said, grinning as he flopped lazily into the seat across from me. I didn’t even bother responding to his theatrics. “Just keep checking, okay?” I told Raven, shoot

Zara's POV There are no words to absolutely describe what I'm feeling right now as my gaze locked with Cassius standing at the door. It was as if the air had been knocked clean out of my lungs. My heartbeat wasn’t just loud—it was frantic, thundering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. My stomach twisted into knots so tight it was hard to breathe, let alone think. I felt stripped bare. Exposed. Like every carefully hidden thought, every buried truth, every fragile piece of me I’d tried so hard to keep hidden was suddenly illuminated under a harsh, unforgiving light. I wanted to look away. I should’ve looked away. But I couldn’t. My eyes stayed locked on his, frozen, as if breaking that connection would shatter whatever thin thread of composure I had left. My hands were cold and clammy, trembling slightly at my sides. I curled them into fists to stop the shaking. But it didn’t help. The dread had already sunk its claws into me. A part of me screamed to run. To fle

Zara's POV Torture. That's the only fucking word to describe what Cassius is making me go through. This...this is the kind of torment that doesn’t leave bruises, but cuts deep anyway. He’s fucking torturing the hell outta me right now, and every fiber in me is screaming to punch him in the damn gut and scream until I go hoarse. "I'm still waiting, Cara mia," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent a traitorous shiver down my spine. No, no. I can’t let Cassius get to me. I can’t give in, not now. If I show him a crack, he’ll wedge his way through and rip me wide open. I can feel his hard-on pressing into my thigh, his body betraying the control his mouth pretends to have. He wants this too. I know he does. But I’ll never give in. Never. "Well...I've learned not to do things without the person's permission," he said, his warm breath grazing my cheek as he let me go. He stepped away and the sudden distance made my body ache with need. I hated it. I hated how much I want

Zara's POV I sat down on the bed slowly, wincing as a fresh wave of pain throbbed through my shoulder. I’d worn myself out punching that damn wall like a lunatic. Every muscle in my arm screamed in protest, reminding me just how useless all that rage had been. I feel like screaming right now, but what was the point? No one would hear. I was locked in a room that felt more like a prison than anything else. No windows, no furniture worth throwing, just a sleek AC unit humming quietly like it was mocking me. Who the hell builds a room like this unless they’re hiding something? My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists. "Zara," I muttered to myself, "he didn’t even ask you to snoop. This is on you. You brought this on yourself." I let out a shaky breath and stared at the pristine walls like they might offer a solution. They didn’t. “I swear, if I had something to throw, I’d shatter it.” My voice cracked around the fury, but there was nothing here. Just polished nothin

Zara's POV "Where are you going? I told you you're gonna sleep in my room," Cassius said, stepping out of the bathroom. I blinked—twice—because, holy hell. The man was a walking Greek god. The shirt he wore was unbuttoned, teasing toned skin beneath, while the shorts he had on stopped just below his knee, revealing more muscular thighs than I was mentally ready for. But it was his hair that stole my breath. Wet and tousled from the shower, brown strands falling slightly over his forehead, dancing with the breeze from the fan... God. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look this dangerously good. I always saw him with his hair slicked back—but like this? It felt illegal. "Did I have that much effect on you?" he asked with a smirk. Shit. Shit. Shit. I had been caught. I had been caught red-handed. My jaw was still slightly open, and I felt the embarrassment crawl up my throat like fire. I snapped my mouth shut, praying to every god I’d ever heard of that my cheeks wer