Novels by Annie

Breakfast was tense.I moved the food around on my plate, barely eating. Mika sat beside me, annoyed, while Vulvan ate quietly across from us. His expression was unreadable, his jaw tight like he was holding something back. Dax sat next to him, watching everything like he was waiting for something to happen.Then Susan spoke.“Oh, Vulvan, remember when we used to have breakfasts like this?” Her voice was smooth but full of meaning. “Back then, we were the perfect couple. Everyone admired us. No one could touch us.”Mika let out an irritated sigh, stabbing her fork into her food.I kept my head down. I wouldn’t give Susan the reaction she wanted.But she wasn’t done.“I heard about you, Zara,” she continued, pretending to sound kind. “Back in Edwood, right? You were weak, weren’t you? Everyone treated you badly. That must have been hard, poor thing.”I went still.Her words were fake sympath wrapped in something sharper.I waited for Vulvan to say something. Anything.He didn’t.Instead,

I woke up with the same hollow feeling in my chest. Another day, another morning without seeing Vulvan.I hadn’t seen him since our heated argument, and the weight of it pressed down on me like a curse. His words still echoed in my mind, sharp and unforgiving."i don't trust you, zara."I wanted to hate him for saying that. But I couldn’t—because it wasn’t entirely false.I was keeping things from him. Things that could destroy him.What he didn’t know was that Savik had given me poison. A slow, lethal poison meant for him. Every day, I kept that secret, and every day, I felt the guilt clawing at my throat, but i have been playing it off telling myself i had no chioce even though i knew it wasn’t the right thing. I should have told him. Maybe I still could. Maybe if I confessed, he would understand.But deep down, I knew—he wouldn’t, why would anyone want to understand your reason wanting to kill them.I sighed, running my fingers through my tangled hair. I wasn’t just weighed down by

Vulvan's povI have felt anger before. I have felt rage that burned so deep it threatened to consume me. But nothing—nothing—compares to what I feel right now.The weight of betrayal settles in my chest like a stone, heavy and suffocating. My grip tightens around the glass in my hand, the whiskey swirling lazily inside. It does nothing to calm me.Because this time it cuts deeper.This time, it’s personal.Savik. That snake.I should have known he wouldn’t stop at mere provocations. I should have expected him to strike where it hurts the most. But even for him, this…this was low.He sent an assassin after my mother.And Zara—his sister—walks around this house as if nothing has happened.I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, but the scent of blood and fury lingers in my mind. It takes me back to earlier today, when everything shattered.---While Zara, Dax, and Mika were away, I returned to the mansion sooner than expected. The moment I stepped inside, something felt…wrong.The air carried

We were still busy picking out our outfits, trying on different things we liked, when Dax suddenly told us we needed to leave. He didn’t explain why, but the look on his face held a shadow of worry. Without wasting any time, we grabbed our things and hurried out.The ride home was long and eerily quiet. Tension thickened the air, pressing down on us. Mike attempted to start a conversation with Dax, but his words fell on deaf ears. Even she could sense something was off. I barely noticed when the car came to a stop, exhaustion making my movements sluggish as I dragged my feet outside.Something was different.Armed guards stood rigid at the entrance, their presence unnerving. Even more of them were stationed inside. My gaze flickered to Dax, who was speaking in hushed tones with one of the security men. I strained my wolf senses, hoping to pick up on their conversation, but the words remained beyond my reach. Frustrated, I glanced over to see Mika rubbing her eyes sleepily as she walke

After a good stretch, I attempted to shield my face from the morning sun with the blanket. Following a few minutes of stretching, I finally got out of bed. As I looked around, I noticed I was alone, as Vulvan usually wakes up before me, whereas I typically sleep in late.I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I stepped out of the room, unsure of where I was headed. One thing was certain—I had woken up late, as I couldn’t make sense of the noise coming from downstairs. I cluelessly made my way down the stairs and was met with the sight of Vulvan and a loud, obnoxious girl relentlessly poking Dax, whose face clearly showed his frustration.The moment her eyes locked with mine, she bolted toward me and wrapped me in a tight hug. My body stiffened in surprise as Vulvan and Dax's eyes shifted to me. Their stares felt heavy, adding to the confusion swirling in my head. Who was this girl? And why did she act like she knew me?I shot Vulvan a desperate look, silently pleading for help, but he onl

As I stood there, I watched Vulvan approach Erica with deliberate, calculated steps. Erica's body began to tremble visibly, and I could sense the fear radiating from her. Vulvan's voice was low and menacing as he repeated, "Ask me what?" The tension in the room escalated, and Erica's eyes darted frantically between Vulvan and me.Erica stuttered, struggling to find the right words. I quickly intervened, placing my hand on Vulvan's arm to divert his attention to me. "I was just asking Erica if I could use the kitchen," I lied, attempting to sound casual and nonchalant. Erica nodded nervously in agreement, clearly grateful for the interruption.Vulvan's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He turned to Erica, who promptly took the cue and hastily exited the room, leaving Vulvan and me alone. I watched as Erica's shaking frame disappeared from view, the tension in the room still palpable."Strange," Vulvan muttered, his gaze still fixed on the door Erica had exited through.