Novels by Aish

The soft clinking of cutlery against fine china had faded into silence. The dining room was dimly lit, the chandelier above casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany table. The scent their dinner and freshly baked croissants still lingered in the air, but Olivia could hardly focus on anything except the man sitting dangerously close to her.Sebastian.His presence was overwhelming, his body angled toward hers, his knee just barely brushing against hers beneath the table. The heat of him, the quiet intensity in his gaze, made her breath unsteady. He had barely touched his food, but his appetite seemed to be fixated elsewhere.Olivia lowered her gaze to her lap, gripping the napkin between her fingers. She knew what was coming. She had felt it in the way his eyes lingered on her, in the way his fingers toyed lazily with the rim of his coffee cup.Then, his voice—low, husky, laced with something dark—broke the silence."I’m completely fine now… and in a position to do anything."Oli

Olivia entered the house, feeling drained from the long day at work. She slipped off her heels near the entrance and let out a small sigh before walking further inside. The house was quiet, except for the low sound of the television coming from the living room.As she stepped in, she saw Sebastian sitting on the couch, one arm resting on the backrest while his eyes were fixed on the screen. The dim lighting in the room cast shadows on his sharp features, making his expression unreadable. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the table beside him.“You’re still awake?” she asked, her voice softer than she intended.Sebastian didn’t look at her immediately. He exhaled, keeping his gaze on the television. “Couldn’t sleep.”Something in his tone made Olivia uneasy, but she ignored it. She moved to the other side of the room, maintaining a bit of distance. “I didn’t expect you to be here,” she said after a moment.This time, Sebastian turned his head toward her. His eyes, dark and intense,

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as Olivia moved around the dining area, setting the cups on the table. The morning felt quieter than usual, though she wasn’t sure if it was the house or just the weight in her chest.Sebastian sat at the head of the table, idly swirling the spoon in his cup. His movements were smooth but calculated, as if testing the limits of his recently freed hand. He hadn’t said much since waking up, yet she could feel his gaze on her—watching, waiting.She finally sat across from him, focusing on her plate, but the silence stretched thick between them. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was expectant."How does it feel?" she asked, nodding toward his hand, though she didn’t really need an answer.Sebastian flexed his fingers slightly before resting his palm on the table. "Strange. Lighter. But it still aches.""You should be careful," she said, stirring her coffee, hoping the simplicity of conversation would keep the air from tightening around them

Sebastian’s lips moved against hers with slow, deliberate intensity, his grip firm on her waist as if anchoring her to him. Olivia could feel the heat radiating off his body, the possessiveness in the way his fingers traced her spine. But just as she was starting to lose herself in the kiss, he tensed.A sharp inhale. A hiss of pain.She felt it instantly—the way his body stiffened beneath her, the slight tremor in his fingers as his injured arm betrayed him."Sebastian," Olivia whispered, pulling back just enough to search his face. "Your arm—"His jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation passing through his dark eyes. "It’s nothing," he muttered, shaking his head as if dismissing the pain could make it disappear.But Olivia wasn’t convinced. Her fingers instinctively reached for his wounded arm, concern etched across her face. "You need to be careful," she insisted softly, her touch hesitant but firm.Before she could say more, Sebastian acted. With a sharp movement, he tightened his h

Olivia hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding as she processed Sebastian’s request. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the intensity in his eyes. He didn’t say a word—just lifted his uninjured arm slightly, an unspoken invitation. Swallowing hard, she finally gave in, cautiously lowering herself onto the bed beside him. As she settled in, he guided her closer, his free arm curling around her shoulders. The warmth of his body was unsettling, both foreign and oddly comforting. “You’re tense,” Sebastian murmured, his breath fanning against her temple. “Relax.” Olivia couldn’t. Every nerve in her body was on edge, aware of how close they were. She wanted to resist, to keep her guard up, but exhaustion and the weight of everything that had happened drained her resolve. Slowly, her body eased, molding into his warmth despite the voice in her head warning her against it. A satisfied hum rumbled in

The room is enveloped in a serene silence, punctuated only by the gentle, distant chirping of birds outside the open window, their melodies drifting in like whispers of hope. Olivia stands by the weathered dresser, her fingers gripping its edge tightly, as if using it for support against a tide of swirling thoughts and emotions. She feels the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her. Behind her, Sebastian sits on the edge of the bed, the rumpled sheets a stark contrast to his stillness. His shirt hangs loosely, unbuttoned, allowing glimpses of the bandages that wrap around his torso, stark white against his tanned skin. The wound on his side is fresh, a dark bruise blooming around the stitches, a painful testament to the chaos of last night’s events still etched into the fabric of their reality. "You should be resting," she murmurs softly, her voice barely breaking the silence, her gaze fixed on the natural light filtering through the window. "I’d rather have you by my side,"