Novels by dark elegance

Anna's POVHis fingers wove into the back of my hair, holding me in place as he took the kiss deeper, sucking on my lips harder,“Mmmnnn….” he let out a breathy, silent moan, demanding I open up, but I refused. Even as my breath betrayed me, and my heart pounded fast against my chest, I held my groundHe stopped and drew back, our faces inches apart, just far enough that our breaths tangled together. It hung heavy in the air, heated, and laced with his breath of peppermint.His hand slipped out from my hair, moving slowly—deliberately—until he cupped my jaw with tenderness.Tilting my eyes to meet his, my pupils moved, searching, seeking out an invisible thread binding us together. “You don’t have to worry anymore,” he murmured in a raspy voice, without breaking eye contact, as he brushed his thumb lightly against my bottom lip, a lingering, gentle touch. “It’s all settled.” Then his gaze dropped on my lips for a moment, torn between his own needs and the fear of me pushing away. I c

Anna POVBenedict walked back in, but wasn’t alone. “Nathan…” The name didn’t leave my lips, but the shock seized my chest like a sudden, icy grip. He stepped inside, filling the room with a commanding energy as always, even in a loose, off-white button-up shirt, top buttons open, with his sleeves casually rolled to his elbows and his black eye patch“Everyone,” Benedict said, glancing between us, “this is Nathan Kings—owner of Kings Tower… and Anna’s boss.”What is Nathan doing here? The question echoed in my mind, that I couldn’t answer it, not even Jessie could, and judging by the tight, polite smile on Mrs. Grace’s face, she was wondering the same thing. Benedict settled back into the seat beside me as the introductions settled into the room before Mrs. Grace rose to welcome him. "Forgive the intrusion," Nathan offered a slight nod, his voice smooth as silk. “However, I would be honored to partake in this joyous occasion... if permitted."Mrs. Grace beamed, "Oh, there's alwa

Anna’s POVThe neatly wrapped gift box rested on one hand while the other finger traced the edge of the ribbon over and over again, standing in front of the door with Jessie. Jessie rang the doorbell, and a few minutes later, a man opened the door. He had a quiet intensity about him. His light brown hair is slightly tousled, framing a face marked by soft stubble and thoughtful eyes that seem to be studying everything at once, dressed simply in a dark shirt and blue jeans, with thin-framed glasses resting on his nose and a watch glinting on his wrist“Jessie,” he said, stepping forward and pulling her into a hug.“Benedict,” Jessie replied, hugging him back.“It’s a good thing you came after the breakup,” she added lightly. “At least it’ll keep your mind off things.”“Don’t rub it in. You never liked her anyway.” He said drylyI stood quietly at the door, a small smile on my face, waiting to be acknowledged.Until he became aware of my presencesOh—come in. He squared his shoulders. I'

Nathans POVAt first, there was only static, then a faint shuffle in the background before a voice came through, soft and shaking. “I… I need you to record this…”Another voice followed, clearer this time, calling out“Lisa?”My brows drew together. Who is Lisa? I wondered as I continued to listen. Her voice was full of fear, which made it impossible to ignore.“I’m pregnant…” A small frown formed as confusion flickered across my face.“He abused me… Mr. Fourth abused me…”Everything in me stirred up, even the grip on my phone, my knuckles paling as the words sank in. Lisa’s voice broke into sobs,, the kind that left no room for doubt; it was real. This didn’t sound like fabricated stories, Exaggerations or Manipulations. It sounded like the truth…spilling out faster than she could contain it. I didn’t wait for the recording to finish. I ended it because the pieces had already fallen into place.I called Anna.She hadn’t sent this for sympathy or attention, she sent it because she exp

Nathan's POV“Nexsus dragging us down with them—mon Dieu, these allegations will stain us all. Mr. Kings, you must intervene… and quickly.”One of the shareholders who came from Paris with a full beard and stocky body voice cut across the boardroom, desperate to be heard. But to me… it barely registered; the words reached my ears, but they didn’t hold any effect. It sounded distantI sat at the head of the table wearing a loose, off-white button-up shirt with the top buttons open, my sleeves rolled up to the elbows, relaxed. One arm resting against the chair, the other loosely on the polished surface. On the outside, I looked composed. But inside, my thoughts were nowhere near the boardroom but on Anna.No matter how busy I tried to keep myself, I always find a second to think about her; the thought of her not answering my calls pressed against my mind, persistent and irritating. It felt like invisible walls were rising, slowly shutting me out“And now, voilà… we stand on the brink of

Anna’s POVI rushed out to the hospital, my mind already racing ahead of me to hear what Doctor vJuliet knew about Mr. Fourth. I know this isn’t simple; justice doesn’t just happen because I want it to, but doing nothing makes me just as guilty. If I am making a dangerous decision, maybe, at least it’s the right oneI spotted Doctor Juliet across an open space just across St. Clair Hospital; she was already seated, waiting.The morning air was cold, and I could feel it in my nose with every breath. Dew clung to the lawn, the grass glistening as I walked straight toward her and sat across from her, the brick bench cold, making the chill seep through my hands instantly. So I rested my hands lightly against my thighs for more warmth, spotting the hospital name ahead of her“Anna,” she called out, “I got your number from the file you filled out when you brought in your friend.” “She’s a brave person.” A small, sad smile formed.I nodded, but all my focus stayed on what she was about to