Novels by aleey

The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves as Savannah and Cassian strolled side by side. The streets were quiet, illuminated by flickering streetlights that cast long shadows on the pavement. It had been an unexpectedly peaceful evening—just the two of them, sharing ice cream, laughing at stupid things, and for a moment, it felt like the chaos of the past few days didn’t exist. Savannah turned to look at Cassian. He was gazing ahead, his jaw clenched as if lost in thought. The dim glow from the lights traced the sharp angles of his face, making him look almost… vulnerable. "Hey," she said softly, nudging his arm. "You good?" He exhaled, stopping in his tracks. She stopped too, facing him. Cassian ran a hand through his hair, looking at her as if debating something. Then, without warning, he took a step closer. "I was a dick earlier," he said. "Back at my place." Savannah blinked. "Uh… yeah. No argument there." A ghost of a smirk flickered on h

Steam curled in soft tendrils around Savannah as she stepped out of the shower, the warmth of the water still clinging to her skin. She wrapped herself in a towel, rubbing another against her damp hair as she padded toward her dresser. But something on her desk caught her eye. A plate of sandwiches and a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Her lips twitched upwards despite herself. She knew who had left it. David. A bitter pang settled in her chest. David. The brother who had once been her best friend, her protector, her partner in crime. Back when things were simple—before their eldest brother’s accident, before grief swallowed their family whole. That night had shattered more than just a car; it had broken them. David had changed. He became distant, cold. And now? Now he was just another reminder of how nothing in her life stayed the same. She shook her head, pushing the memories away. Grabbing her phone, she unlocked it, needing a distraction. But the moment the screen lit u

Cassian leaned against the headboard, watching Savannah with an unreadable expression. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, like an unspoken truth neither was ready to confront. He let out a slow breath before he finally spoke, his voice softer than she had ever heard before. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m so sorry I left you there.” Savannah’s fingers tensed around the hem of the oversized shirt she had borrowed from him to sleep in. She kept her gaze trained on the floor, her emotions warring inside her. “I promise that won’t happen again.” She exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment before shaking her head. “Why do you care so much?” Cassian’s jaw tightened. He swallowed as if debating something, but instead of answering, he whispered, “Don’t ask me anything. Please.” A lump formed in Savannah’s throat. His reluctance made her heart clench. “Cassian, this is all a game to you, right?” His brows furrowed. “What game?” Savannah hesitated, then shook h

A soft warmth surrounded Savannah as she stirred awake, her body sinking into something firm yet comforting. Blinking slowly, her vision adjusted to the dim morning light filtering through the large windows, casting golden streaks across the room. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized where she was—wrapped securely in Cassian’s arms, his strong, steady breaths fanning against her temple. He was holding her like she belonged there, his face relaxed, almost boyish in sleep. The sharp edges of his usual cocky smirk had softened, replaced by an innocence she had never seen before. His lips, slightly parted, formed the faintest pout, making him look… vulnerable. Safe. Savannah felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom in her chest. Without thinking, she lifted a tentative hand and traced the outline of his lips with her fingertips, barely grazing them. They were soft, impossibly so. "How soft they are…" she mused, her own lips tingling at the mere thought. “Like what you see, Rivers?”

Cassian's phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound cutting through the silence of his dimly lit room. His jaw clenched as he reached for it, his muscles still taut from the events of the night. His eyes scanned the message, and his entire body stiffened. "Saw you tonight walking with that perfect river girl. So you're actually taking this bet seriously, good to know." The words burned into his mind like a brand. His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. A sharp exhale escaped his lips, a mix of anger and frustration. Without a second thought, he grabbed his leather jacket and stormed out of the house. The night air was cold, biting against his skin, but he barely noticed. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger at himself, at them, at the situation. The streets blurred together as he made his way to the bar, his strides purposeful and laced with fury. The bar was alive with noise, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. A group of people sat in the corner

The tension in the air was suffocating as Cassian’s voice cut through the hallway like a blade. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his voice low but filled with an edge that made the hairs on the back of Savannah’s neck stand up. Derek turned, his hand still gripping Savannah’s wrist tightly, his expression dark and wild. “This doesn’t concern you, Black,” he sneered. “She’s my girlfriend. Stay out of it.”Cassian’s eyes flickered to Savannah’s face, pale and tear-streaked, and then down to her wrist, red and raw from Derek’s bruising grip. Something inside him snapped. His jaw clenched, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. “She’s not your anything,” Cassian bit out, his voice cold and dangerous. Before Derek could react, Cassian closed the distance between them, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him away from Savannah. “And if you ever touch her again, you’ll regret it.”“Let go of me, you bastard!” Derek spat, struggling against Cassian’s hold. Bu