Novels by Hello Arri

Ethan woke up to sunlight piercing through the gaps in the curtains, hitting him right in the eyes. Normally, this morning should have been cluttered with "You got this, babe!" texts or Megan's rambling about what he needed to buy for breakfast. Today, there was silence. Absolute silence. A silence that, strangely enough, felt like the first breath of fresh oxygen he’d taken in four years. He got up and made the bed with military precision, because discipline was the one thing no one could steal from him. At the doorway, Raphael was already waiting, hovering effortlessly with that annoying, arms-crossed pose of his. "You just lost a girlfriend, a four-year investment, and someone to split the rent with. According to any angel’s calculations, you should be in the middle of a major depressive episode, or at the very least ordering cheap booze online," Raphael teased, his voice dripping with sarcastic humor. "Are we doing the melancholy scene today where you stare out at the rain and

The coffee on the table was still steaming, but the atmosphere in Ethan's living room felt colder than the actual temperature. Megan sat on the edge of the sofa, her hands tightly interlaced, while Ethan stood with his back to her, staring out the window at the soulless concrete skyline. "You're here," Ethan said softly. His voice was flat, devoid of both rejection and longing. Megan took a shallow breath. Her eyes were glassy, yet there was a flicker of hesitation, a reminder that her decision wasn't just impulsivet it was the culmination of a deep-seated fear of poverty she had harbored for a long time. In the corner of the room, Raphael appeared. The angel sat perched on a wall-mounted coat rack, swinging his legs in boredom. He let out a wide yawn, creating a small vortex of energy that sent a few of Ethan's unpaid bills fluttering to the floor. "Is she here to beg for mercy, or to give back that plastic ring?" Raphael whispered with an incredibly sharp, sarcastic edge. "ethan

The apartment door clicked shut with a sharp, heavy sound. Ethan walked in without flipping the switch, greeted only by a suffocating silence. The faint scent of dust and the lingering trace of Megan expensive perfume still hung in the air, a cruel reminder that his "little kingdom" had fallen apart from the inside a long time ago. "Well, congratulations. You are officially single in a place full of miserable memories," Raphael’s voice cut through the dark. The angel was sitting at the dining table, trying to take apart Ethan's toaster with a fork. "By the way, I just read the memories of these walls. Spoiler alert, She’s been emotionally cheating for six months, not just since that dinner." Ethan tossed his dirty blazer onto the couch. "I know." "You knew?" Raphael dropped the fork. The toaster briefly sparked before dying out. "You knew she was two-timing you for six months, and you still took her to that fancy restaurant that drained your savings last night?" Ethan walked to th

The Sky Lounge was dimly lit, designed specifically to highlight the profiles of its wealthy patrons. Noah Ryker poured champagne into Megan’s crystal glass, his movements fluid as if he were performing an expensive piece of choreography. "I’m not saying Ethan is a bad man, Megan," Noah said, his voice a deep baritone. "He’s just a man born in the wrong decade. These days, honesty is just a seasoning for statistics, not a foundation. He’s too... traditional." Megan gripped the stem of her glass until her knuckles turned white. The ivory leather handbag Noah had placed on the empty chair beside her shimmered under the spotlight. It was tangible proof, a physical object that validated her exhaustion. Across the table, Raphael hovered in a seated position, legs crossed. He wore a designer trench coat that had appeared out of nowhere. He sneered as he watched Noah touch Megan’s hand. "Disgusting. I really want to summon a bolt of lightning from behind this building and char that rented

Ethan stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out the door toward the old car waiting for him. Nothing had changed at Horizon Arc Building, but for Ethan, the universe had just given a glimmer of proof that doing the right thing, even if it often feels futile, always leaves room for hope.Even if that hope is just a three-day break without having to think about a restless Noah Ryker."Are you still coming along?"Ethan asked as the car door closed."Of course," Raphael muttered from the passenger seat. He was invisible to everyone else, yet he was undeniably there. "I wonder just how far your patience will go before it brings ruin to everyone else.""We'll see," Ethan replied, starting the engine. "For tonight, a good night's sleep is enough.""I'm pretty sure that leather bag costs about three times what it took to replace your radiator, Ethan," Raphael whispered, floating horizontally right above a row of headless mannequins in a high-end boutique.Ethan didn't look over. He

"I found evidence that he's been making fake transactions with the vendor," Ethan said simply. He placed a silver flash drive on his desk, which was cluttered with leftover coffee from the night before. Across from him, Tristan choked on his coffee. "Are you out of your mind? That's the nuclear option, Ethan! If you give this to HR or the CEO, Noah could be blacklisted from the professional world for life. He wouldn't just be fired, he could be looking at embezzlement charges." Raphael appeared casually on top of a filing cabinet. He was wearing an absurd pair of aviator sunglasses, his fingers plucking an imaginary guitar. "Ah, finally! Something that smells like sulfur from your boring sense of compliance. Want me to throw a little bolt of lightning when you hit 'submit' on that report email later? A little heavenly drama to give them a scare?" Ethan didn't respond to Raphael. He just stared at his computer screen, where a draft email addressed to the top brass was already open.