Novels by Agilewriter

AidenI sat in my car, looking at the building that loomed before me. It was fairly obscured behind trees. The house looked like it hadn't been inhabited in years. That was the point, easy to miss equaled great for hiding. It was the safe house that had housed Anna, and it was my second time here in the last three days—since the attack on Anna and her brother. I drew on my cigarette one last time and quenched its flames, throwing what was left of it out the window. Some fucker had made an attempt on Anna's life. The mere thought of it made my blood boil over. I couldn't phantom the idea of her dead. I could still remember the look in her eyes that night when she had a panic attack. I wanted to hold her and tell her it would be alright and that I was going to get the fucker who did this, but Gabriel…I sucked my teeth.I needed to locate whoever was responsible before they got confident enough to attack again. I stepped out of the car. The house was near-empty now, except for the few g

AnnaTwo full days passed before Liam finally regained his consciousness. Unfortunately, I happened to be at his bedside when he did. His eyes snapped open suddenly and almost instantly, I wished I hadn't prayed for his recovery. “How long was I out?” he asked, grimacing.“Two days.”He looked around the room. White pristine walls. A table and a chair at the far end. A king sized bed with white covers and gold trimmings. Brown curtains and wooden floors. He looked back at me.“The Martinez'?” ‘“Hmm hmm.”“I guess I didn't make it to hell then. I was looking forward to that one,’’ he groaned as he pushed himself off the bed. His jet black hair fell on his face, over his eyes. I could still see the piercing blue. Even now, they were always calculating—scheming. “I'd be embarrassed if I died from a gunshot.”“I liked you better when you were unconscious and quiet.”“Really? You were at my bedside for two days?” He smirked.“You wish,” I said, rolling my eyes. I hadn't lied. I wasn't a

Anna's POV“Shit, shit,” I cursed under my breath as I watched Liam slip out of consciousness. His skin had turned pale from losing too much blood. “Come on, stay with me,” I whispered.He let out a soft groan, as if to stubbornly tell me he was okay. I sucked my teeth, he had taken a bullet for me. I never would have imagined that scene playing out—but it had. I might have died if he hadn't. I stepped on the acceleration. Liam's body jerked forward. Good thing he used the seatbelt.I looked through the side mirror for any car that might be following us. None. Liam was fairly certain that it wasn't the Martinez’, the only other person that could have dared to attack us was Marcus. But to risk a war, he had definitely gone senile. Father would have never been that reckless. I returned my gaze to the road.The images of the dead guard I ran into flashed across my mind. His death was slow and painful. He was stabbed in the neck and choked on his own blood. His hand remained glued to his

Liam. I opened the door quietly. It was a few hours past midnight and it was still one of the earliest I've been home in a while. I had tracked a couple of leads that were supposed to lead me to my father's secret stash. I came up empty. That old geezer sure knew how to be a jerk, even in his absence. I scratched my forehead and navigated my way to Anna's room. I opened the door as quietly as I could and peeked inside. She immediately sprang up and reached for the gun on her bedside. I had barely made any sound, yet it was enough to wake her up. To be honest, I'd have been disappointed if she hadn't woken up. Father's training was too deeply ingrained within us—the paranoia. It's still an amazement how he didn't see his own fall coming, even though it was right underneath his nose. Anna's shoulders slumped when she realized that it was me. An all too familiar look flashed across her face. It was the look that said; what the hell does he want again? I wasn't upset. She didn't r

Aiden: The Present. I sprung up, covered in sweat. My heart thudded violently like the beating of war drums. I swung out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash my face. Lillian's words kept ringing in my head. It was a constant reminder that my life didn't belong to me. I sucked my teeth. It was stupid of me to ever think that I could have a life of my own. It was stupid of me to think I could ever live a better life. I was a monster, only good for destruction. But then there was Anna. Memories of the other night flashed through my mind. Fucking Gabriel's fiancee had to be top on the list of the most stupid things I had ever done. A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I shouted from the bathroom. I dabbed my face with water one more time and picked up the towel to dry my hair and face. I walked back to the room to see Eva, one of our maids standing in the room. She and her mother were one of our oldest maids. She literally grew up with me and to me, she was

Aiden The past: Aiden at 15 The loud thud of approaching footsteps made my eyes flash open. Rest was a luxury I could barely afford, and slumber would mean that I got starved for days. I could handle the starvation, but the intense training that came afterwards made death seem like the lesser evil. I snapped out of bed and hurriedly got into my clothes. I needed to be ready before— The small door slammed open and Dimitri slouched to get a better view of the room. His bulky frame filled the door, preventing the light outside from penetrating the room. Room? This wasn't a room. It was the dog's kennel, renovated into a room big enough to house a fifteen year old boy. The room was scanty, occupied only by a bug infested mattress that had the thickness of my palm and a bag that contained all my possessions—just two pieces of clothes. Dimitri stepped out of the way, and the sunlight flooded into my room, forcing me to shield my eyes. I blink a couple of times to allow my eyes to adj