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Nova The numbers on the microwave’s clock taunted me as I paced the length of the kitchen. I'm pretty sure there are eyes on me, but I don't care. My anxiety has been sky-high since my dad's visit. With every turn, the green glow caught my eye and earned a sigh of despair. The ding resounds through my ear, sounding louder than it should be. I exhale loudly and take the donut out before walking out of the kitchen."One medium-sized espresso and donut for Misty!" The barista next to me rang the bell after I passed the donut to her. I never imagined myself working here at Moonbucks. I didn't have to work, because I still had my savings from the writing gigs I used to do in high school. You'd be surprised how much desperate teens are willing to pay for essays, assignments, and even ghostwriting jobs. I was the guy for the job back then. My side hustle was low-key, mainly the fact that I was unpopular and a loner, I just left the advertisements for the people who had experienced my wor
Nova Hope is a crock of shit! I'm tired of hoping for my family to change.I rest my head on the car's headrest with my hands behind my head, teary-eyed. I can’t seem to stop crying lately. I can blame my extremely high emotions on the aftermath of my period. In all honesty, I get easily emotional during the time leading up to my period and after it."I've secured a suitable match for you." I put the key into the ignition as I blink away fallen tears. I turn the key and reverse before driving out of the hospital's parking lot.My parents felt an urgency in my love life, or lack thereof, that even I didn't feel. I went to bed every night thinking of the information my father told me in my house. My life was already signed off to a strange man and I had no say in it. I was sold off like cheap meat by my parents. I'm never going to marry that Councilman, whoever he is.I can't believe even my brother, Chance called to tell me and explain how this alliance would be good for us. An
LeonardoAfter the explosion It’s not very often that people surprise me.I expect the worst from everyone, even myself. Especially myself. But when that voice registers through the fog of agony clouding my head, all I can feel is astonishment and the cold press of metal in the back of my skull. “Glad you could figure that out, Roman Williams. Now let’s see those hands, otherwise, this single bullet will find its way in both of your fucking heads.” The exact feeling is reflected on Roman’s face as his features slacken and his eyes widen, his voice saturated with utter bewilderment as he mouths, “You?” “Yes. Me.” The bastard answersMother… fucker. "Who are you?" Roman asks."Well, Roman both of you know me as, The Professor. But L- X here, knows me as something different. Am I wrong, Leonardo?." I scowl and he chuckles.My mind races, circulating through each encounter with him and trying to figure out how the fuck I missed this—missed him always being a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Leonardo “So,” I start, grunting when a particularly painful twinge flares in my back. “Grandfather was never your abuser, was he?” I ask my father. He titters. “Oh, he was. He just didn’t know what it meant for him every time he laid his hands on me. The idiot never did figure out I was the one pulling all the strings. He was too stupid.” before I was taken by B-20 my father took over the mafia and was in charge after his father, my grandfather. One day, after an argument with his father. He got drunk and I remember him telling me that one day everything would change. That he had made a lot of plans with his friends and those plans were going to change the world. "We're going to mold the first set of perfect, obedient soldiers, Leonardo." He slurs and laughs. "You'll see." He circles me, the gun still pointed at my head while his lips pull into a snarl.“That’s the best thing about your grandfather. He was all so far up his ass, he never thought it could be a weak, quiet, Al
Leonardo It's been two weeks since Alessandro captured me. One week since he let Roman go. Two weeks since I've seen Nova. Two weeks since I've watched her sleep, felt her, smelled her. I hated it.Alessandro looks over his shoulder, and I notice a man approaching with a deep hood over his head. I can only tell his gender because he’s built like an upside-down Eiffel Tower. Massive, broad shoulders stretched the robe, the seams nearly bursting, and then dramatically tapering down into chicken legs. Dickhead skipped leg days so often that he can’t even see them anymore because they were so skinny. “Car is ready,” he announces, his voice deeper than the Mariana Trench. Alessandro faces me, lowering his gun as the man raises, and flicks his pointer finger up and down. “Up,” he snaps, his tone sharp. “Now.” Blowing out a steady breath, I force myself to move, gritting my teeth from the aches in my body. Grunting, I stand fully and train my glare on the black-headed sn
T:W!Nova Something moves between my legs and I mumble a whine.It thickens and I startle awake. At first, I’m disoriented, my mind foggy with sleep and my response slower than a vintage train.But I don’t get to react.A shadow looms over me, large and threatening. He pulls my legs apart with a strong hand and I open my mouth to shriek, but he slams a palm over it.Terror courses through me and I begin to hyperventilate. My heart thunders to life with frightening intensity.I scream, but the only sound that comes out is a haunted muffled noise.He expertly removes my knickers and I try kicking my legs, but he slaps them, forcing me to remain in place. His finger traces my folds and I close my eyes with shame.“Did you miss me, baby? Mmm. I knew you’d be soaking wet, baby. Were you fantasizing about how I’d come through your window one day and take this fucking cunt?"I shake my head, but I can hardly move it due to his brute strength. God, I can’t believe I’m being turned on by
Nova Grandpa Joseph once told me there will be times when I’ll feel so trapped that a way out seems impossible.I’ll be suffocated.I’ll feel so out of my element as if all the walls are closing in on my heart.He said that if I felt that way, the key is to stay calm, to not let fear seep in.A disaster might or might not kill you, Nova. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.I wish I had enough access to my brain so I could use it to put Grandpa’s words into perspective.He gave the best advice. I used to wonder if he was really Dad's biological parent. I glare at Leo who has made it his mission to sit on the chair opposite me and watch me like a creep. "Can I at least put my clothes back on?" I ask again, third time's a charm they say."My answer is still the same. No.""Why?" I was beginning to get agitated."I love looking at you." His tone drops a notch, "I love knowing how much I've ruined you. Fuck, I can still see the image of your blood dripping down my
Leonardo I open my eyes slowly as I force them to adjust to the bright light above me. Where the fuck am I? I look around the huge, black-painted room, as the smell of hospital supplies fills my nose. My eyes adjust to the light and there's raging pain all over my body, especially around my abdomen. I turn to the couch and there she is. Nova is curled up uncomfortably on the couch. Her knees are up to her chest and she's covered with what looks like a jacket.My jacket.I finally put the pieces together after seeing from days before flash in my head.How Calvin and I were saved by one of my men Matteo. I remember telling them to drop me off at her house despite their advice to go to the hospital instead. I did not care I had to see her, feel her, taste her. It has been two weeks, I could not wait one more night. I remember the look on her face as she slept. I had watched her for a few minutes before I went into the room. When I finally tasted her she tasted exquisite. The wa
Leonardo I stare at Aaliyah and I can't help the small smile that appears on my face."You look happier," she mutters.I smile at her, "I am. So, when can you stop playing my fucking therapist." This was something we unknowingly started years ago after she got together with Roman and she witnessed me kill a man that almost raped her while Roman was been electrocuted repeatedly and made to watch. What I did was nothing compared to what Roman would have done if he had successfully gotten out of that chair. I was the lesser evil in my opinion.Aaliyah didn't see it that way. So here we are for one of our unexpected therapy sessions. You'd think for someone who is eight months pregnant she'd want to be in bed resting, instead, she's here grilling me about mental health and shit.I miss Nova. I'll make sure she pays for setting me up like this when she gets back from class."Why?"I chuckle, "Do you believe in fate?"She shook her head, confused. "I don't think so. Why?""Well, my answer
Nova Leo just strolled out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist looking as delicious as ever. My eyes roam over his body and I trail the droplets of water running down from his chest to his stomach imagining what my tongue would feel like when I lick it clean."Why do you look so good?" The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it.He smirks, "I can't help it. It's a blessing, baby.I move off the bed and stand in front of him. "I have the urge to climb you like a tree every time because you look so fucking good!" "Oh, really? What's stopping you?"There's a drop of water rolling from his shoulder down to his stomach. I bend in front of him before darting my tongue out to lick the water right above his navel. Leo releases a loud moan and it does something to me knowing the amount of control I have over him."That feel good?" I ask teasing."Fuck, yes.""Yeah," I look at the tent that's now forming under his towel. "You get that hard easily a lot?" I tease him and
Nova & Leo I make my way inside, trying to ignore the rush of blood in my ears and the deafening decibels of the metronome in my chest. The rush calms down when my eyes meet with bright blue eyes, silently reassuring me.If Leo was not here, I don't know what I'll do.But I do know it won't be pretty. People who say they aren't capable of violence are liars. Everyone is capable of it. It's a matter of learning what will push you to that point.I've spilled blood. Out of luck or whatever anyone wants to call it.This crusade is fueled by love. A pretty, sparkling, soft emotion, capable of wreaking more havoc than hate.Hate can't dig under the skin the way love does. It doesn't alter your cells or spark chemistry. You'd bleed for someone you love, never someone you truly hate. But hate holds a dark power of its own. And right now, both hate and love are driving my decisions.I'm volatile and angry.Terrified and nervous. As I look at the man I call my father, bound, and bruised
Leonardo I cock my head to the side, staring at the running man with bewilderment. “Why does he run like that?” I ask, genuinely concerned if Charles Klay likes to peg himself with foreign objects. Maybe one got stuck because Jesus fucking Christ, who runs like that? I can't believe we've been chasing Edward and his lackeys for close to a month and this limping ape is the closest thing to him that we've got.“That… that’s a good question,” Nate answers through my earpiece, sounding just as bemused as I am. He’s watching through the drone hovering over the awkwardly running dude. We’ve been tracking Charles Klay since he fled from Councilman David’s house. He wasn’t hard to find despite his best efforts to stay hidden. I’m sure it hurt his shriveled little soul to have millions of dollars and not be able to fuck off to a tropical island with strippers and blow. Guess the dude hasn’t fried his brain with drugs so badly that he’s not aware of the massive target on his back.H
Leo I stare at Nova's face and the way she grips my hand and rubs it reassuringly. "Let's go inside, baby. I have a surprise for you.""A surprise? Leo are you sure you want to go in there? All you have in this place are bad memories. Why would you want to go in there?" The worry in her tone almost deters me but I remembered why I chose to come here.I pull her closer to me, my hands wrapped around her waist. As my fingers roam all over her soft supple skin I have it in me to fuck her here against a tree and from the way she's breathing I'm sure she feels the same way. "It's okay, my love.""I just don't want this ugly place to trigger any bad memories for you." She places her palm on my cheek.I lean my face into her touch, "I'll be fine, I've got you. Just be here, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?" I ask her"Always. It's you and me, Leonardo Ricci."I kiss her deeply and passionately. "That's my girl. Now, let's go see your surprise.""This is an unexpected place for a surpr
Nova"Can I take you somewhere?" Leo asks. I've just stepped out of the bathroom from my shower, yanking a brush through my wet, tangled hair. I tear the bristles through a particularly brutal knot, uncaring of the way the strands tear. "Baby, you're hurting your hair. Let me brush it." Feeling defeated, I slump my shoulders, trudge over to him, and sit on the floor between his spread knees. He takes the brush from me and gently starts running it through the sopping tresses, slowly detangling the mop on my head. It feels nice, but I'm too tired to appreciate it. Leo was right. Happiness is fleeting, however, over the past weeks, he's done everything in his power to help me hold on to any semblance of peace. Finishing with the brush, he sets it down on the bed and gathers my hair together. I nearly choke when he begins braiding it. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I ask. I'm tempted to twist around like a dog chasing its tail, just so I can witness this. "Aaliyah taug
Leo "I'm not surprised my mum hasn't called." She sighs tiredly before sitting on the bed "Even my brother, Chance. Do you think they're part of everything alongside Edward?""I don't know, baby. I don't care what they are part of as far as they didn't come for you.""Hmm," She's silent for a beat. "I can't believe our fathers love each other. It's scary to imagine." There's a small smile on her face and I'm happy to see she's gradually moving past what happened."I'd rather not have that sort of image in my head right now, darling.""I'm sorry," she smiles.I settle in deeper next to her, slumping against the stone wall, careful not to touch her, though my body is vibrating with the need to. We haven’t touched since I found her in the hangar, and each second feels like a stab in the chest. Fiending for Nova Carter is a feeling I’m old friends with, but this is the first time I refuse to act on it. “You don't have to apologize. Tell me about her,” I say. “Tell me everything
Nova "So, If I'm not hallucinating, why the hell is Tiffany tied to a chair? And why are we in a hangar? How did I get here? Whose jet is that?" I asked Leo after taking a look around. The last thing I remember was running and then seeing a dead body before I passed out.How the hell did I get to this unfamiliar hangar? I woke up not long ago to see Tiffany tied to a chair with two bleeding stab wounds in her thigh. Leo said he was responsible and he didn't look one bit remorseful about it.I stand up from the bed and I'm about to walk down to where Tiffany is when Leo holds me back. "I'm going to explain, baby. But first, you need to rest.""Why is she here, Leo? Why did you hurt her?" I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. I know he'd never hurt Tiffany without reason, but I still want to hear him say it."Because she hurt you. And for that, she can't go unpunished." "W-what do you mean?" My throat still hurts a little with each word I utter."Tiffany was the one who brought
Leonardo I'm going to kill Alessandro. I intended to kill him before but the urge to kill him is stinger now, it's almost maddening. And as for Edward, I might let Nova decide what happens to him."Can I at least have a bandage or shirt to stop the blood? It's too much" Tiffany asks."Keep talking before I decide that the next place this scalpel will enter is the side of your neck. Keep talking."She sighs defeatedly before obeying. Alessandro approached me first. He seemed to know everything about me and how my brother was murdered. He said he and Edward could help me get revenge and also pay me if I did what they wanted. I was desperate, so I agreed. He gave me a file that contained a lot of things about you. He didn't disclose fully how he got it but he knew I knew you. He later on told me that you were once an agent part of this secret organization funded by some government officials, but you went rogue." Tiffany's eyes lock with mine. "He said you were desperate but he's no