Novels by Kayysemiu023

Niccolo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching Jenna as she stirred the untouched coffee in front of her. He had thought about this moment in his mind a dozen times, and now that it was happening, he felt nothing —no guilt, no hesitation, just a strange impatience gnawing at him.“Jenna,” he said flatly, his tone clipped. “I don’t need you anymore, so let's not see each other again.”The words landed like shards of glass.Jenna blinked twice, her lips parting in disbelief. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes searching his face, desperate to find some trace of humor or regret. “Wait… what? Are you serious?”Niccolo let out a long sigh, rolling his eyes as though her question were absurd. He pushed his chair back, the scrape of wood against tile sharp in the quiet cafe. “Of course I’m serious.”He rose to leave, but Jenna’s trembling hand shot out and clutched at his sleeve. Her grip was desperate, her voice breaking. “Please, Niccolo… if I did something wrong, just tell me.

Niccolo sat silently in the mayor’s study, the heavy air thick with the scent of old leather bound books and faint cigar smoke. Rain tapped steadily against the tall windows, the kind of rain that blurred out the city lights and cloaked the world in gray. It was the kind of weather that suited secrets, the weather that made the truth easier to whisper, and harder to deny.The mayor, dressed in a perfectly tailored navy suit despite being in his own home, studied Niccolo with a mixture of caution and curiosity. He had heard Ariana say Niccolo wished to speak with him urgently, and though he had expected perhaps a request for favor, or even a plea about the broken engagement, what Niccolo said next left him unsteady.“It has to do with my past,” Niccolo said, his tone firm but oddly calm. His eyes, steady as polished stone, betrayed no nervousness.The mayor frowned, leaning back in his chair. “Your past?” He arched a brow. “Go on.”Niccolo drew a breath and began. “I don't know how thi

The silence of the past two days weighed heavily on Niccolo. His phone lay on the nightstand, screen dim but filled with unanswered calls and unread messages from Ariana. Each notification that flashed only tightened the knot in his chest. He hadn’t deleted them but he open them either. He refused to read a single one.When he closed his eyes at night, he sometimes saw her face, pale with shock when he told her it was over. Other times, he heard her voice in his head, dripping with condescension as she told Selene she could buy her freedom with money. That was the memory that stayed longest. That was the memory that burned.Selene had tried more than once to speak to him about it. She wasn’t foolish, she knew the storm he carried inside. But Niccolo had cut her off every time. Just the right before, after dinner, she sat next to him in bed staring at him. “What is it?” He asked. “Nothing. It's just, I didn't think you could get this mad at someone. You're always so kind and gentle.”

Ariana had been pacing around in her room for nearly half an hour, glancing at her phone every few minutes with the hope that Niccolo would call or at least text her. Since the rain had soiled their plans of going out two days ago, he hadn't reached out to her, and even though it was clearly not her fault that it rained, Ariana had been feeling guilty about it. She finally decided that she would reach out to him first. When his voice came through, calm and steady, she suddenly became nervous, “Hi! Uh I was just calling to uh.. see how you were doing.” Sne said. “Okay.” He said simply. Them added, “Are you busy right now?”“Right now? Nope. What's up?”There was the faintest pause on his end, like he was thinking about the next words to say, and finally, it came. “If you're free, come over.”Her pulse quickened. She didn’t even bother hiding her eagerness. “Okay. I’ll be there soon.”The drive felt longer than usual, the weather was threatening rain again and dark clouds were coverin

Kimberly sat in the dim light of her apartment, staring at the half-empty glass of water in her hand. Her reflection in the surface of the liquid looked blurred, distorted, fragile. The more she stared at it, the more the thought pressed down on her: Niccolo cannot be happy without me.No matter how much he pretended, no matter who he surrounded himself with, his joy belonged to her. To accept otherwise was to accept defeat, and Kimberly had never been a woman who accepted defeat.She clenched the glass tighter, anger buzzing through her veins.For over three years she had been with him, through his poverty, through the endless nights when he had nothing to give her. He couldn’t buy her expensive clothes, he couldn’t drive her around in flashy cars, he couldn’t even promise her security. But she had stayed.Yes, she had been unfaithful. Yes, Gregory had tempted her with the kind of life Niccolo couldn’t dream of offering back then. But at least she had stayed. She had endured Lyla’s t

The next morning brought dark clouds and heavy rain with it. The wind howled against the window panes, rattling them as if trying to break through. Niccolo cursed under his breath as he sat up in bed. He had been looking forward to the day, carefully planning his next steps, and he had even asked Ariana to come over. But the undying downpour had ruined his plans before they could even begin.Beside him, Selene was curled up like a child, snoring softly into the blanket. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, framing her face in loose waves. She looked so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos that followed him everywhere. Niccolo watched her for a long moment, his chest tightening with a tenderness he hadn’t expected. She looked even cuter when she slept. He had to resist the urge to reach out, to brush a lock of hair away, to pull her into his arms.He knew she wouldn’t mind. Selene had already given herself to him in trust, in loyalty, in ways no one else ever had. But Niccolo was m

Van rose before dawn, the house still cloaked in the soft quiet of sleep. He stood in the kitchen, the marble countertops gleaming under the warm glow of the pendant lights. For a moment he just stared at the polished surfaces, his reflection rippling faintly in the sheen. He hadn’t cooked in weeks —not since everything had begun with Daniel —but today, he needed to. Today, he needed his family to feel something close to normal.He cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked until his arm ached, and set bacon sizzling in the pan. The smell filled the air, wrapping the house in the memory of easier mornings.By the time Ivy came downstairs with Leona, still in her robe, her hand resting protectively on her baby bump, Van had already set the table. She blinked at the plates as though they were an illusion.“You cooked?” she asked, her voice soft, touched with surprise.Van managed a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I thought we could use a normal morning.”Isadora arrived with Celes

The ride home from the station was quiet, the tension inside the car heavy enough to make breathing difficult. Two uniformed officers sat in the back, their gazes scanning the streets as though Daniel himself might emerge from the shadows at any moment. Van sat in the passenger seat, his jaw tight, his hands clasped so hard his knuckles whitened.Detective Paul, the one overseeing the case, sat at the wheel. He’d been calm all through the day, his voice steady and his manner professional, but Van could tell the man was alert— watchful in a way that spoke volumes about how seriously he was taking the threat.When they finally pulled up outside Isadora and Brandt’s home, the front door opened even before Van could climb out. Ivy and Isadora stood side by side on the porch, their faces pale. Ivy’s hand was already on her belly, a gesture Van recognized —it was how she steadied herself when fear threatened to overwhelm her.“Van?” she called, her voice trembling. “What’s happening?”He ba

Van’s day began with the weight of exhaustion pressing against his temples. He hadn’t slept properly since the attempted kidnapping, and the sight of Ivy leaving with the children still gnawed at him. He buried himself in paperwork at the office, trying to push away the unease crawling under his skin.Around mid morning, his receptionist knocked on his door. “Mr Everest,” she said softly, peeking inside. “A man dropped off something for you earlier. He said his name was Daniel.”The name alone was enough to make Van stiffen. He rose from his chair, every nerve in his body alert. “Where’s the package?”She handed him a neatly wrapped box, no larger than a shoebox, tied with plain twine. There was no card, no name —just the weight of menace hidden beneath the folds of cardboard. Van didn’t even set it on his desk. He held it at arm’s length as though it might explode.“Cancel my meetings for today,” he told her. “I have something urgent I need to take care of.” he didn't wait for her re

The fluorescent lights at the police station hummed faintly, the sound mingling with the low murmur of conversations and the shuffle of papers. Van sat rigid in the chair opposite the officer’s desk, his hands clasped tightly together as if trying to anchor himself. Brandt sat beside him, leaning back, but his jaw was set and his eyes never left the officer’s face.The officer, a broad shouldered man with close cropped hair and a calm but piercing gaze, flipped open a thin case file. “The suspect finally broke,” he said, his voice even. “He admitted he was hired. He said a woman gave him money and the instructions to go to the school, say he was the twins’ uncle, and pick them up. No violence unless absolutely necessary. He said they only spoke on the phone though, so he doesn't know what she looks like.”Van’s stomach lurched violently. A thousand faces flashed through his mind, but only one name tumbled out, unbidden, burning his throat as it left him.“Bianca.”The officer paused,

The late afternoon sunlight stretched long shadows across Brandt and Isadora’s front lawn when Van’s car pulled into the driveway. Ivy sat quietly in the passenger seat, a suitcase on her lap, her knuckles white from holding it too tightly. The twins were asleep in the back, their cheeks flushed from exhaustion, their little arms tangled together.Isadora was watering the potted plants near the porch when she spotted the car. At first, her heart lifted, thinking it was just a casual visit, but when she saw Ivy step out with a suitcase and Van’s drawn expression, her stomach tightened.“Van? Ivy?” she called, already setting the watering can aside. “What’s going on?”Van tried to smile, but it was tight, strained. “Isadora… we need your help. Just for a little while.”By the time Ivy reached the porch, Isadora had already taken the suitcase from her hands and wrapped her in a hug. Ivy clung to her a little longer than usual, and Isadora immediately sensed the heaviness pressing down on

Van’s pulse hadn’t slowed down since the phone call. Even with the flashing red and blue lights reflecting against his car windows, his grip on the steering wheel stayed tight, his jaw clenched. When he arrived at the school, his eyes immediately locked onto the sight of a man pinned down by two security guards, thrashing wildly in their hold.Van jumped out of the car before it had even fully stopped. “Where are my kids?” he barked, scanning the area with frantic eyes.“They’re safe inside, Mr Everest,” the officer reassured quickly, nodding toward the classroom doors. “This man tried to take them, but the teacher acted fast.”Van stalked closer, his fury radiating like heat. But when he got a good look at the would be kidnapper, he froze. His chest tightened with confusion. The man wasn’t Daniel. He wasn’t even familiar.Van’s brows furrowed. Who the hell is this?The police restrained the man as he spat out panicked excuses. “I was told —he said the kids were in danger! Their fathe

SOMEWHERE IN SWITZERLAND.MABEL'S NEW HOME."They think they've won, just like that. They think they can just toss me to the side and expect me to stay still. Me, Mabel Kings, a woman of high status, forced to live as measly as a beggar. I am not going to take it.""If you are not going to take it, then what will you do about it?" After the tables turned on them, Mabel and her husband relocated to a remote island far from New York where she was sure that she was a wanted person because of what she did to Jason as a child. What she didn't know was that Jason decided to bury the story, telling the media that he was sure the culprits would get what was coming to them. What made Mabel even more enraged was the fact that her son joined sides with her mortal enemy. She was expecting that much from Lauren who was blinded with love, but Marcus… she still couldn't believe it."That bastard son of mine is definitely on my list of enemies. How dare he double cross me? I have to make him pay fo

FRANCE.Meredith regained consciousness with a huge gasp for air like she had been drowning. She quickly surveyed her surroundings and saw that she was at a hospital. She tried to remember what happened but everything was fuzzy. "Ugh, my head." She tried to sit up but a all man eased her to lay back down. "Easy now, you shouldn't sit up just yet. Just lay there for at least thirty more minutes." He said, holding her down. "How.. how did I get here?""Your brother brought you here, he said he found you unconscious at the park.""The park? Wait my brother?""Yes. He'll be here soon, he just stepped out to use the bathroom. How are you feeling?" He placed a hand on her forehead to feel her temperature. "Like my head is about to explode. What happened to me?""You mean you don't remember?""Not really, everything is just so fuzzy.""Don't worry, it'll come back to you in a while. I'm doctor Brady by the way." He said with a warm smile. "Meredith.""Okay Meredith. Just take it easy ok

NEW YORK."Hey Steve,""Mr Decker! Is it weird to say I missed you?""Not at all. Because I missed you too." Steve was one of the reasons Jason was actually looking forward to resuming work. "Man, working without you has been really boring." He confessed, walking with Jason through the busy halls of the company. "Well, I'm back now.""Completely?""One hundred percent. My grandfather told me you helped greatly in planning for this ceremony, I'm really grateful.""When he said you needed my help, I was more than eager to assist. I'm just glad I could help.""You know, I am really happy I decided to make you my personal assistant." Jordan was very competent when it came to working, even more than Steve was, but there was one place she was lacking greatly… and that was her social aspect.Steve knew how to cheer a person up and being around him always made the room more lively. But Jordan believed in going straight to business. She believed that once she was at work, the only thing sh

Meredith had trouble sleeping all night because of two reasons. The first one, Jason still hadn't replied to her offer and it was making her feel anxious. The second reason was because Josh had called her the night before and he said he wanted to see her. He said he realized how harsh he sounded and he wanted to apologize. He also said she didn't have to go to his place and if she was feeling unsafe in letting him visit her that they could just go to a cafe to talk. Joshua was her best friend and she didn't like fighting with him, but another part of her was feeling scared to see him. "Well since it's going to be a public place, I guess it's fine." She texted him and asked him to meet her at a cafe that wasn't too far from the mansion.When he arrived, he was smiling brightly, looking like the Josh she used to know. "Thank you for agreeing to see me." He said as he sat across her."It's okay.""I must admit, I lost my temper there for a while, and it made me go out of line. I'm sorr

"You're free to go.""What? Did someone settle my bail? Was it my daughter?" "Just get out already, or maybe you're already used to the lifestyle here? It's totally fine by me if you want to stay a while longer."Mabel's response was an irritated look, followed by a nod of disapproval. "Where do I get my things?" She asked. "At least get out of your cell first, then you get your things." The warder led her out of her cell and back to the reception, where she was asked to write her name down and some other information. Then another officer brought her purse, jewelry and her phone that were taken from her the day she was detained.She went outside, hoping to see Lauren or Marcus waiting with a car but neither of them were there. She took out her phone and was about to dial Lauren when she noticed her car pull up at the front of the station. "Mother?" She seemed surprised to see her mother out of prison already. "How did you get out? Did Marcus come here?""You mean, it wasn't you?"

Jason was feeling skeptical on whether it was okay to invite Marcus or not. Without his family involved, Marcus was a good person and Jason wanted to keep working with him and he didn't know why but he was getting the feeling that he had changed. But what if he hadn't? What if Marcus was still the same person? There were lots of what if questions that could hinder their friendship and even their work relationship. But Jason decided to trust him. He texted him and personally invited him to the ceremony, and to his surprise, Marcus replied almost immediately, saying he wouldn't miss it for the world.Jason texted him the venue and time and even told him the dress code as well. then just as he was done texting him, he received a call from his not so favorite cousin in France."What do you want Meredith?""What do you mean by that question? Didn't you see the video I posted?""So?""You know what it's about, right?""And if I do?""Then I'm also guessing that it would be bad if I were t

Early the next morning, Miyano, along with three of his party members headed out for the restaurant. "Is she here yet?" He asked as they got there."No."After waiting for about twenty minutes, a lady in a hood walked in. "Nana San, good morning." She said as she sat by the counter. "Mitsuri San, morning."Upon hearing her name, Miyano approached the hooded lady at the counter. "Good morning." He said as he sat next to her. She looked up at him and for a moment, it felt like she couldn't stop staring. He had black silky hair that fell freely on his shoulders and his eyes….it felt like she had never seen eyes so beautiful in her life. "G-good morning." She swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous. Mitsuri was never one to talk to people, but she found herself thinking of what to say to the handsome stranger. "Uh I–""My name is Miyano, I'm one of the seven heroes." He noticed a slight frown on her face after his introduction. "I need to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"How is he now? Better?" "If you are asking about the poison, well I am not sure what to tell you." "And what does that mean? Is he okay gran?" Minato smiled at Ijichi, he was always so concerned about him. It had been a whole week since he woke up and he still didn't remember anything. "The poison is still within him but it doesn't seem to be causing him any harm. It exists within his system, not mixing with the rest of him, but just existing on its own. We just have to keep watching him closely to see if anything happens." "And what about my memory?" "In all honesty, I'm not entirely sure what is causing your memory blockage. But I do have a few guesses. It could be the poison from the demon's dagger. According to Ijichi, you were supposed to be dead. You being alive is a miracle that even I don't understand yet. Then also, this could be self inflicted." "What?" "Yes. Sometimes when the body finds out something truly shocking, it becomes too much for it to hand

Minato jolted awake covered in sweat. He was panting hard and his heart wouldn't stop pounding in his chest. Quickly scanning his surrounding, Minato was somewhat relieved to see that he wasn't in that dark empty room anymore, though he still had no idea where he was. "What happened? How did I get here?" He asked no one in particular, running his hands through his hair as he sat up. The last thing he could member was pain, excruciating pain. The door opened gently and a guy walked in. He had long brown hair that was let down to rest on his shoulders. The droplets of water on his bare chest and shoulder indicted that he had just showered. His chiseled jaw and stubble beard gave him a mature, manly look. When he saw Minato, his expression softened and he smiled at him. "Minato kun, you're finally awake!" His voice sounded relieved and also happy as he said that. He grabbed a stool that was by the door and sat next to him. "Tell me, how do you feel? We did everything we cou

Miyano had been pacing around for the past ten minutes and the anxiety in his body kept growing and growing. They had wrapped up their training half an hour ago and to his horror, Minato was nowhere to be found. He had tried asking Bato dono about it but the old man waved off his concerns saying they were other important matters that needed his attention. After a while he gathered the heroes at the training grounds for a supposed important announcement. Ten minutes had passed and they were still waiting. The fact that Minato wasn't anywhere in sight made him even more worried. "I apologize to have kept you all waiting for so long. I had to discuss briefly with the council to decide on what to do. Miyano Sama, you asked me earlier about that Unwanted an why he wasn't at the training with you. Well the truth is, the previous Unwanted have been said to sabotage the heroes during training, doing everything to make them fail. So for you safety, I made the decision to keep him here. No

The figure was clothed in a dark hooded cloak that looked like it was worn out. Its facial features were hardly noticable, except for its mouth that was filled with long sharp teeth and white empty eyes that seemed to bring out fear in its prey. Minato didn't know what to do, he thought about running away but two things stopped him from doing so;One, when he was in danger, ijichi San had swooped in to save his life, even though he had no idea who he was. Leaving him alone when he was hurt gravely was a cowardly and traitorous move. Two, even if he made up his mind to abandon him, it would be impossible to out run their attacker. Minato didn't know much about the new world but judging by the way he was dressed, he guessed that it might have been a demon. And be it in a game or a movie, demons were always difficult to beat. His lack of skill and combat abilities was also a huge problem, even in his world, the weak was always bullied by the strong, and after spending just a few days

"Minato Chan! Minato chan!!""Would you stop yelling already?! Can't you see he's not here?""Then where the hell is he?!!"Miyano hadn't been able to concentrate on their training at all since they were teleported. He was sure Minato was standing next to him back at the training grounds, so where the hell was he?"Minato Chan!!'"Would you stop that already?!! You're really getting on my nerves." "Well I apologize if my voice is bothering you but I am trying to find my friend.""Your friend? What the hell do you know about Minato? He and I have known each other for years! And yet after just a couple of days you're acting like he means the world to you.""Maybe that's because he does! Now if you're not going to help me look for him, mind your fucking business and just go back to killing your stupid monsters."In secret, Kaito was worried for Minato as well, but that was an emotion he would never show to him or anyone else. It wasn't like him to just wander off, and even if he did, he