Novels by Anielle Walter

Damian's povI stormed into my study, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. I was pissed, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint why. Watching Blue and Alex together had struck a nerve. It wasn’t the first time, but something about their interaction today felt particularly infuriating.I tried to focus on the work in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to Alex caressing Blue’s face. That fucking slut. Minutes passed, and just as I thought I could drown myself in my tasks, Alex waltzed in with that infuriating, smug expression of his. “Thought you were meant to take a break from work?” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he plopped down on my couch.I shot back, unable to hold back my irritation. “If you have so much time on your hands, why don’t you go look for your mother?” The coldness in my voice was evident but I didn’t care. “Ouch, man, that hurt,” Alex said, stepping closer, that damn smirk still plastered on his face. “So, what ex

Blue's povAs I sat at the breakfast table, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Damian. He was so focusedon pouring honey onto Nora's pancakes and I found myself completely mesmerized by him. Despite the dark circles under his eyes, the result of weeks of relentless work, he still looked breathtaking.I had been so blinded by hate for so long that it was only recently that I started to notice how incredibly handsome he truly was. His dark hair was tousled, accentuating his perfectly chiselled jawline. Those almond-shaped hazel eyes of his, framed by long lashes, had an intensity that made my heart race. I felt a strange thrill every time our gazes met, only to quickly look away, embarrassed that I had been staring.How had I never seen it before? There was something magnetic about him that pulledme in, despite my better judgment. As he drizzled honey from the jug, the sticky liquid glistening in the morning light, I felt a rush of heat wash over me. My thoughts spiralled into a ter

Damian's pov"Huh,"she uttered. "Touch yourself," i commanded my tone, dripping with a teasing challenge. "You can do that much after pleading for my dick. " I watched her reaction closely, revelling the way her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. "I haven't done that before," she admitted her innocence palpable and oddly alluring."There's a first time for everything cupcake," I drawling, leaning in slightly as my gaze locked onhers, the reluctance in her nod was almost endearing as she began to strip before slipping afinger over to skirt the hood of her clit, round round lightly at first until her senses tingled.She slipped one finger in to spread the slickness through her folds, gliding inside then slipping out to circle the nob, her other hand worked on her nipple pinching and fumbling with them. She moaned and bit her lips as she raced towards the end. She wanted more, of course her hand alone couldn't satisfy her after she'd tasted my dick. She opened her eyes, my gaze

Blue's povAs I sat across from Alex at the exquisite restaurant, the ambience felt suffocating rather than inviting. The soft glow of the chandeliers and the clink of fine china only amplified the sensethat I didn’t belong. I shifted in my seat, acutely aware of the beautiful dresses and tailored suitssurrounding us, while I wore a simple blouse and jeans—an outfit that felt painfully inadequate."I'm sorry," I blurted out, breaking the silence. "For what?" Alex asked, his gaze fixed on me, those warm blue-grey eyes sending butterfliesfluttering in my stomach. "I must seem out of place," I admitted, glancing down at my attire. Thewords tasted bitter on my tongue, a reminder of my insecurities. "I don’t mind really, but if you're uncomfortable, we can—" he began, genuine concern threading through his voice.“No, it’s alright, you know,” I replied, forcing a smile that felt more like a façade than a reflectionof my feelings. I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it. Withou

Blue's point of viewThe pulsating lights of the club room created a surreal atmosphere, each color swirling like a dream around us. And there he was, the man who had saved me when I least expected it, looking more captivating than I rememberedHis deep blue eyes held my gaze, his midlength hair casually styled inyo a half up, half down messy that somehow added to his angelic aura."Me?" He asked, confusion flickering across his face as he pointed to himself. I felt a rush of nerves and warmth."I don't remember ever seeing you," he continued his calm demeanor, contrasting sharply with the whirlwind of emotions inside me."I didn't think you would," I replied shyly, my heart racing, "you saved me once." The words tumbled out before I could stop myself. "I just wanted to say thank you; I'm really grateful. It might not have seemed like much to you, but it meant loads to me... I've always wanted to make it up to you, although I know how." My memory flushed with the memory of that terrif

Blue's POV:I thought I was getting better. I really did. I lay in bed replaying everything, trying to see what happened. I looked to see where everything went wrong. Why my life had to be soo miserable.All these years, Tom stripped away myself layer by layer until even my bones had no trace of my personality. I lost sight of the girl I used to be.The problem was that I wanted to be Loved so badly. I couldn't tell it wasn't love. "You're so much better than that" Damian's words clinged to my heart.I tossed and turned my mind refusing to settle. Every time I closed my eye all I could see was Damian. The way his lips had felt on mine, soft yet insistent, sent shivers down my spine.My body had responded in ways I hadn't expected igniting a warmth that lingered long after the kiss ended. It was just too much to handle.With a frustrated sigh. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My heart racing as I made my way to the kitchen. Water. That's what I needed, I picked a bottle the co