Novels by Moonchild

KellyMy fingers tapped mindlessly against my knee, but the rest of my body was still, rigid with anticipation. The weight of suspicion pressed down on my chest, making it harder to breathe. Clara was late. Not by much, just a few minutes, but that was enough to make my nerves spike. I had texted her an hour ago, and she had responded immediately. So why the delay now? Susan glanced at me, then at the door. “What if she knows?” she murmured. I swallowed. “Knows what?” “That we’re testing her.” A chill ran down my spine. The thought had crossed my mind, but I shook it off. No, Clara wouldn’t suspect anything. She had no reason to—unless, of course, she really was guilty. The knock at the door made me flinch. Susan’s eyes locked on mine, her expression unreadable. “Showtime.” I forced myself to my feet and walked over, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open. Clara stood there, her smile as bright as always. But tonight, it felt… off. Like she was trying

KellyI sat by the passenger seat, it wasn’t uncomfortable sitting right beside Adrain but it was suffocating, especially with everything that had happened between us, I wasn’t going to forgive him that easily.I curled my fingers into my lap, nails pressing into my palms as I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. The confrontation with Adrian’s parents still rang in my head, every harsh accusation, every judgmental glare, every word that made me feel like I was nothing. But that wasn’t what had left me speechless. It was Adrian standing up for me. He choose me over his family without hesitation. Even when his mother called me a witch, even when his father demanded he open his eyes to who I really was, even when they all but told him to choose between them and me, he chose me. I stole a glance at him. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard. He was angry. At them. At the situation. At me? I swallowed hard and looked away. This was

Kelly I was still processing what Susan had suggested, and it terrified me. "Adrian came to me the other day. He was asking about your mom—" Susan said.But my phone rang, cutting her off. I glanced at the screen and felt my stomach twist. Mom Lewis…..Adrian’s mother. I hesitated, then picked up. Her voice was cold, cutting straight through me. "I want to see you at the house. Now."The line went dead. I lowered the phone, my breath shaky. "Who was that?" Susan asked. "Adrian’s mom. She wants to see me."Susan frowned. "That sounds... serious.""Yeah," I muttered, grabbing my bag. "I think it is."I drove straight to the family house, my mind racing the entire way. By the time I stepped inside, I already knew something was wrong. Adrian, Olivia, and his parents were all in the living room. The tension in the air was suffocating, my anxiety climbed the highest level. I took a breath. "Good evening." No one answered, I swallowed hard. That’s when I knew. This wasn’t

AdrianI paced the room, the picture still clutched in my hand. My fingers tightened around it as the weight of my thoughts pressed down on me. Should I tell Kelly now? Would revealing this earn back her trust, or would it only push her further away? The thought settled deep, like a splinter beneath my skin. Then my phone vibrated on the office table, making me flinch. I exhaled sharply when I saw the name flashing on the screen. Olivia.I had been avoiding her calls for a while now, and honestly, I didn’t feel guilty. Not after the mess she caused between me and Kelly. Even if I knew her intentions had been to help me, but the damage had already been done. Still, I picked up. "Adrian, where the hell have you been?" Olivia’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation. "Busy," I muttered. "Well, get un-busy," she snapped. "I’m at the family house. Mom and Dad want to see you. Now."My brows furrowed. "Why?" "No idea," she said, her tone too casual. "But judging by Mom’s m

Kelly’s POVSusan pulled me into her arms, her warmth soothing the cold ache settling inside me. I let myself sink into her embrace, my tears soaking into her shoulder as she whispered soft reassurances. "You didn’t deserve any of this," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion. "They should have never done this to you."I wanted to believe that. For a long time, we just sat there, holding each other, until Susan finally pulled back and wiped at her own tear-streaked face. "There’s something I need to tell you," she said carefully. I sniffled. "What now?" "Ava wants to see you." The words hit me like a slap. I stiffened, I was already getting pissed. "No," I said immediately. "Kelly……" "No, Susan. I won’t see her. Ever."Susan sighed, rubbing her temples. "Just listen to me. I wouldn’t even bring it up if I didn’t think it was important. I also heard that Evelyn is nowhere to be found. Maybe Ava knows where she is." I scoffed. "And why the hell would I trust Av

KellyIt had been a week since my real identity leaked. Seven days of waking up to my name being torn apart on the news, seven days of watching protesters chant outside my office, demanding that I step down. And today, the board made it official. "For the sake of our public image, we advise you to resign immediately," one of the executives had said, his voice clipped.It wasn’t a request. I sat in my living room, staring at my untouched cup of tea, trying to convince myself that this was just another storm I’d weather. But the truth was, this time felt different. Then came the knock on my door. I already knew who it was. When I opened it, Susan stood there, her face tight with worry. "Kelly….." She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. I shut the door behind her. "You look like you’re about to scold me.""I should," she snapped. "Why didn’t you tell me Aiden was kidnapped?"I exhaled. "Susan—""No, Kelly. Don’t apologize and brush this off," she interrupt

EloiseThe world felt smaller these days, tight even, suffocating, like it was closing in on me. Every corner I turned, Jennifer’s name stared back at me, mocking me. Billboards with her smug face smiled down from above, flashing the latest collection of “her” jewelry designs. My designs. Pieces I’d spent months perfecting, only for her to steal them right from under me. It wasn’t just the ads. It was everywhere. Social media, magazines, even casual conversations overheard at the coffee shop. Her success was a constant reminder of my failure. A reminder of how I’d let her, and everyone else win. I clutched my mug tightly, staring blankly at the TV as another ad played, showcasing Jennifer’s “brilliant new collection.” My fingers tightened around the ceramic until I thought it might crack. “She’s everywhere,” I muttered under my breath, the bitterness dripping from my words. “How does she keep getting away with this?” “Because she’s good at playing the victim,” Ava said from ac

Lucian I leaned back in the leather chair, staring out at the skyline of the city. The view from my office always gave me a sense of power, as if I could control the world with the snap of my fingers. And I could. Or at least, I could control the ventures of Eloise. The thought of her made my jaw tighten. I couldn't believe the audacity of her, thinking she could stand up to me like this. All these years, I’d held the reins, guided her, shaped her into who she was. And yet, since the divorce, she’d changed. Or maybe she hadn’t changed at all. Maybe I had just missed it. Eloise had always been strong-willed. It’s one of the reasons I’d married her. She wasn’t like the others, docile, eager to please. She had a fire in her, a determination that I thought I could tame, bend to my will. She didn’t care for all the things I could give her—money, power, prestige, although her family was quite wealthy then. Or maybe she was after something deeper. That’s what made her different. And it

Eloise I stood there, my body frozen, fists clenched at my sides as Lucian held Max in his arms, like he had every right to be here. Max’s innocent smile nearly shattered my anger. He had no idea the kind of man Lucian was, the kind of betrayal he represented. My son saw only a father who was too busy to care for him, returning as though nothing had happened. Lucian met my gaze, unbothered, like he had every right to speak as if he’d been here for him all along. “No, Max, your mom and I weren’t fighting,” he said, his tone too calm. “We were just talking about something serious.” I wanted to yell, to drag him out of here by the collar, but I couldn’t. Not in front of Max. Not when my son still clung to the hope that his father wasn’t the stranger he’d become. I swallowed down the rage building in my chest, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “Max, sweetheart, why don’t you go to bed now? It's late,” I said, my words soft but clipped, betraying the storm inside me.

Eloise The house was quiet except for Max’s giggles upstairs as he played with the toy car I’d brought him. I was in the kitchen humming an old tune, my way of distracting myself from all the chaos I had dragged into the house. It was supposed to be a calm evening. I’d finally gotten a chance to pick up Max after all the drama of the past few days. Holding him in my arms had felt like a balm to my soul. A sudden knock startled me out of my thoughts. Frowning, I went to the door. When I opened it, Mike was there, his face etched with concern. He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he stepped in and wrapped me in a tight hug, his warmth seeping into me. When he pressed a kiss to my forehead, it felt like the world around me melted away, just for a moment. I let out a shaky breath. “What are you doing here?” He pulled back, his hands still on my shoulders as he looked me over. “I needed to see you, you weren't picking up.” His voice was soft, yet firm, the way it always wa

Eloise The questions were becoming too much. The press crowded closer, their microphones like weapons pointed at me, demanding answers I didn’t have. Jennifer’s voice rose above the cacophony, smooth and laced with fake sorrow. “All I’ve ever wanted was to support Eloise,” she said, her crocodile tears shedding uncontrollably “We’re sisters, after all. But how do you reconcile with someone who hates you for no reason? And now… this?” She gestured toward her designs—my designs like they were some divine gift she’d crafted from her soul. My chest tightened, I couldn’t breathe. A client who had been eagerly discussing a purchase earlier suddenly turned away, whispering to her companion. Their eyes darted toward me, judgment heavy in their expressions. It was Jennifer’s words, It was always her words. She knew how to wield them like a knife, slicing through my composure, my reputation. Tears burned my eyes, streaking down my face before I could stop them. No! Not in front of these

Eloise The exhibition hall shimmered under the glow of soft elegant lighting, reflecting off the display cases that housed my jewelry pieces. Each one carried months of hard work, sleepless nights, and relentless determination. This moment was supposed to be mine to prove that I could stand on my own without Lucian, without anyone. I stood behind my display, forcing a composed smile as people filtered through, their voices blending into a distant hum. I should’ve been happy with the small victories, the approving glances, the murmurs of admiration, but anxiety sat heavy in my stomach. And then I saw them. Lucian and Jennifer walked in together, arm in arm. My ex-husband and my stepsister, the perfect picture of betrayal wrapped in designer suits and feigned sophistication. Jennifer’s smile was wide, as if she hadn’t stolen everything from me. Lucian leaned in, whispering something to her, and she laughed softly, her head tilting in that practiced demure way. My heart clenched