Novels by Sora

Third Person POVFifteen days had flown by in a blur of newborn routines, wedding preparations, and quiet moments of healing. The mansion, once a sanctuary for Annie in her darkest time, now echoed with the soft coos of Elias and Aurora, who were growing more alert and interactive with each passing day.It was during a sunny morning breakfast on the terrace that Annie made her announcement. She stood with Elias cradled against her shoulder, his tiny hand fisting her shirt, while Aurora slept soundly in the bassinet.“I’ve been thinking a lot these past weeks,” Annie began, her voice steady but laced with emotion. “Mark has shown real change. He’s patient, attentive, and genuinely remorseful. He’s been spending time with the twins every day, and I can see the difference. I’ve decided… we’re going back to Italy. Together.”Mark sat quietly beside her, his posture humble. When Elias stirred, Mark gently took him, holding the baby with surprising confidence and rocking him softly. “I

Adrian’s POV I watched Elena closely as we sat in the private doctor’s office. Her hand gripped mine tightly, nerves and excitement radiating off her in waves. The doctor reviewed her test results with a kind smile. “Everything looks excellent, Elena. You’re perfectly healthy and in a great position to conceive. I’d recommend tracking ovulation, prenatal vitamins, and a balanced lifestyle. When you’re ready, we can discuss further options.” Elena’s face lit up with pure joy. “Thank you, doctor,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She turned to me, eyes shining. “Adrian… we’re really doing this.” I squeezed her hand, my chest tight with love and determination. “We are. I can’t wait to see you carrying our child.” Seeing her this happy made every protective instinct in me stronger. I would give her the family she dreamed of. On the drive back to the mansion, Elena chattered excitedly about baby names and nursery ideas. I smiled, but my mind was also on another matter

Elena’s POVI woke up slowly, wrapped in warmth and the unmistakable scent of Adrian. My body ached in the most delicious way—thighs sore, a pleasant tenderness between my legs, and a deep satisfaction humming under my skin. Last night’s memories flooded back: Adrian’s powerful thrusts, his filthy promises, the way he had filled me again and again. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt his hard body shift behind me.Before I could fully open my eyes, Adrian rolled over me, caging me beneath him. His dark eyes burned with fresh hunger as he looked down at my naked body, still marked from his mouth and hands.“Morning, baby,” he growled, voice rough with sleep and desire. His thick cock was already hard, pressing insistently against my thigh. “Still full of my cum from last night?”Heat rushed to my face. I nodded shyly, biting my lip. “I think so…”“Good,” he murmured, spreading my legs with his knee. “Gonna keep you like this till you’re pregnant. Gonna pump you full every single day

Third Person POVOne month. It had only been thirty days since Elias and Aurora entered the world, yet the mansion felt transformed by their presence. The nursery, once a quiet space of anticipation, now hummed with the soft rhythms of newborn life—gentle cries that melted into contented sighs, the sweet scent of baby powder and milk, and the endless cycle of feedings, changings, and stolen naps. Annie stood at the center of it all, stronger than she had been in months, though the shadows of exhaustion under her eyes told the real story of motherhood.The group decided to mark the occasion with a small, intimate celebration. Balloons in soft pastels dotted the sunroom, a modest vanilla cake with tiny handprint decorations sat on the table, and a camera waited to capture every precious moment. Elena had organized everything with her usual care, while Lila and Enzo contributed playful touches—tiny party hats that would never stay on the babies’ heads and a mountain of wrapped gifts.A

Third Person POVThe soft morning light filtered through the lace curtains of the nursery, bathing the room in a gentle golden hue. Annie sat in the wide rocking chair, her body still adjusting to the rhythms of new motherhood. Elias nestled contentedly against her chest after a feeding, his tiny fist curled around her finger with surprising strength. Aurora slept peacefully in the bassinet beside them, her rosebud lips parted in a dream. The twins were only ten days old, but they had already woven themselves into the fabric of the mansion, turning tense silences into coos and laughter.A quiet knock broke the tranquility. One of the staff members entered, holding a plain white envelope sealed with care.“This arrived for you this morning, Miss Annie,” he said softly, handing it over. “Delivered by hand. No return address, but the handwriting looked… personal.”Annie’s heart stuttered as she recognized the familiar script—shaky, uneven, but unmistakably Mark’s. Her hands trembled as

Third Person POVThe mansion settled into a gentle rhythm in the days following the twins’ arrival. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting warm patterns across polished floors. Soft coos and occasional cries replaced the earlier tension of hospital monitors. Annie moved through her days with a quiet grace she was still getting used to—rocking one baby while Elena or Lila helped with the other, stealing moments of sleep when the twins napped in sync.The nursery had become the heart of the home. Elias, sturdy and alert, often waved his little fists as if already ready to take on the world. Aurora, delicate and observant, would stare up with wide, dark eyes that seemed to drink in every face. Peace had finally taken root. Mornings brought shared breakfasts where Adrian quietly ensured everything ran smoothly, Lila fussed over tiny outfits, and Elena offered steady, motherly wisdom. Even the staff moved with lighter steps, their smiles genuine.Enzo had returned the previous e

The first rays of morning light crept through the heavy velvet curtains of the master bedroom, painting the room in soft gold. Evelyn stirred slowly, her body deliciously sore from the raw, possessive passion of their wedding night. Every muscle reminded her of how Marcus had claimed her — deep, relentless, and utterly dominating. She reached out across the vast bed, seeking the warmth of her husband, but her fingers met only cool silk sheets.Marcus was already gone.A single note lay on the nightstand in his bold, commanding handwriting:*Important meetings at the office all day. Do not wait up. Staff will handle all your requirements. – M*No greeting. No tenderness. No acknowledgment of the way he had worshipped and ruined her body just hours earlier. Evelyn sat up, clutching the sheet to her bare chest, and felt a sharp pang in her heart. The man who had been so intensely possessive and passionate last night had vanished, replaced once again by the cold, calculating billionaire

The private wedding ceremony unfolded on the vast, manicured lawns of Sterling Estate as the sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over everything. Evelyn Rose felt like she was walking through a dream — or a nightmare. The ivory lace gown clung to her slim, feminine curves with delicate off-shoulder sleeves and a flowing train that whispered against the grass. Her auburn hair fell in soft waves, and the diamond necklace Marcus had sent her that morning rested heavily against her collarbone like a collar.Marcus Sterling waited at the end of the short aisle, tall and commanding in a tailored black tuxedo that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful build. His steel-gray eyes locked onto her with unyielding intensity as she approached, escorted by one of his aides. There was no love in his gaze — only dark possession.The ceremony was short and impersonal, officiated by a judge who was on Marcus’s payroll. When it came time for the vows, Marcus spoke his with cold precision, promi

The black Rolls Royce purred through the massive wrought-iron gates of Sterling Estate the following morning. Evelyn Rose pressed her forehead against the cool tinted window, her heart thudding heavily in her chest. The mansion stretched before her like a fortress of modern luxury — sweeping glass walls, dark stone, manicured gardens that seemed to go on forever, and a sense of absolute isolation from the outside world. This wasn’t a home. It was a gilded prison.Two uniformed staff members opened the car door with practiced politeness. Evelyn stepped out, clutching her small, worn suitcase like a shield. She wore a simple white blouse and jeans, feeling painfully plain against the opulence surrounding her. Marcus Sterling waited at the top of the wide marble staircase, dressed in a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing powerful forearms. His steel-gray eyes tracked her every movement with predatory focus.“Welcome to your new home, Evelyn,” he said, his deep

Marcus Sterling stood like a shadowed king at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private office on the 52nd floor of Sterling Tower. The city sprawled beneath him — a glittering empire of steel, glass, and lights that he controlled with ruthless precision. At thirty-six, he was a force of nature: tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, angular features, jet-black hair, and cold steel-gray eyes that could freeze blood in veins. His tailored black suit hugged his powerful frame, exuding an aura of dominance that made even seasoned businessmen falter.Behind him, on the massive oak desk, lay the marriage contract — thick, impersonal, and meticulously drafted by his legal team.His grandfather, the only man Marcus had ever respected, was lying on his deathbed in a private wing of the city’s finest hospital. The old man’s final demand had been as infuriating as it was binding:“Marry a decent girl, Marcus. Not one of those hollow socialites you parade around. Someone who can thaw that ice ar

The drive back to the city from the serene lakeside cabin was wrapped in quiet contentment. Lily dozed peacefully in the backseat, her small hand clutching a shiny pebble she had found on the shore. Ethan kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting possessively on Ava’s thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles over her skin. The weekend had changed everything between them. What began as forbidden desire had transformed into deep love and a promise of family.They had barely finished unpacking when a sharp knock echoed through the penthouse. Ethan checked the security feed and sighed. “It’s Margaret Harrington… my mother-in-law.”Margaret Harrington swept into the home with her usual elegance, carrying a small gift bag for Lily. “I wanted to surprise my granddaughter after her weekend away.” Her smile vanished the moment she registered the scene: Ava’s cardigan draped casually over the couch, two wine glasses on the kitchen island, and Lily running straight to Ava, hugging

The morning sun poured through the large windows of the lakeside cabin, painting the room in soft golden hues. Ava stirred first, her naked body still tangled with Ethan’s under the thick blanket. His arm was draped possessively around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. For a brief, perfect moment, everything felt right — until a small, curious voice shattered the peace.“Daddy? Ava? Why are you sleeping together… without any clothes on?”Lily stood at the bottom of the staircase, rubbing her sleepy eyes with one tiny fist while clutching her teddy bear in the other. Her head tilted innocently, confusion mixed with genuine curiosity on her face.Ethan and Ava froze. Ava’s heart leaped into her throat as she quickly pulled the blanket higher to cover herself. Ethan sat up slowly, keeping his voice calm and gentle. “Lily, sweetheart… can you go wait outside on the balcony for a minute? Close the door behind you. Ava and I will get dressed and come right out, okay? We’ll exp

Third Person POVAria had not expected Paris to feel this alive. The hotel room had been beautiful, yes, but the real magic began once they stepped outside into the city itself. Everything looked softer here somehow. The streets seemed to glow even in ordinary daylight, the cafés looked like they belonged in a painting, and every corner had that effortless old-world charm that made her feel like she had walked into a dream she had no right to be in. She kept looking around like she was afraid the whole thing might vanish if she blinked too long. Damien walked beside her with his usual calm, one hand in his pocket, the other occasionally brushing the back of hers whenever they crossed the street or shifted through the crowd. He did not say much, but he did not need to. His quiet presence was enough. It made her feel safe in a city she barely knew and strangely proud to be seen standing beside him like this. Aria turned to him at one point, smiling brightly. “This place is even

Aria Pov I had been checking and rechecking my suitcase for the last twenty minutes even though I knew everything was packed perfectly. Passport, clothes, toiletries all in place. Still, I kept opening the bag, making sure nothing was missing. This trip felt too good to be true.Paris.Just the word made me smile like an idiot.I never thought I’d get this excited over a surprise trip, but Damien had a way of making even simple things feel special. The man who once treated feelings like an inconvenience had started remembering all my little preferences my favorite color, how I liked my tea, the dresses I felt pretty in. And now this. A whole trip to Paris, planned without me knowing a thing.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the comfortable dress I’d chosen for the airport. It was elegant enough to make me feel good without being too much for travel. I caught my reflection and whispered to myself, “I’m actually going to Paris.”From behind me, Damien’s calm voice cam

Aria Pov I’d been waiting for Damien with that familiar mix of curiosity and annoyance building in my chest the kind only he managed to stir lately. Nothing with him was ever simple. He would walk into a room looking all controlled and detached, like nothing in the world could touch him, and then do something so unexpectedly thoughtful that it left me staring at him like I had no idea what game he was playing.Take today, for example.He had come to take me home himself.That alone was enough to make me suspicious.When I spotted him standing near the car, neat and composed as ever, I had to fight the urge to smile too obviously. He looked exactly like he always did when he was pretending nothing in the world could get under his skin. But I knew better now. I had started noticing the tiny things. The way his eyes found me a little too quickly. The way he watched me a second longer than necessary. The way he kept acting like he was not softening, when clearly he was.My bag was alre

Damien POV The house felt wrong the moment Aria left. Not quiet. Wrong. Quiet was something I had always liked. Quiet meant control, space, no unnecessary noise, no one demanding anything from me when my head was already full of work and numbers and problems that refused to stay solved. But this silence was different. It sat in the halls like a ghost, thick and unmoving, and every room seemed to remind me that she was not in it. I had not realized how much life she brought into this place until she was gone. A house could be expensive, polished, perfect in every corner, and still feel hollow enough to echo. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom after she left, watching the open closet, the half-zipped bag she had carried downstairs, the faint impression of her presence still clinging to the air. It was ridiculous, really, how quickly the room had changed. One small overnight bag missing from the floor, one sweater she had taken with her, and the entire space looked stripped

Aria POVThe house had gone quiet again after everything that happened, but it was not the same kind of quiet as before. Before, the silence had felt empty, like a place no one cared enough to fill. Now it felt heavy, like the walls themselves were still remembering Vaswani’s voice, Damien’s rage, the sound of breaking things and my own sobbing in the middle of it all. I had thought the worst part would be the attack itself, but the truth was that the hours after it were somehow harder. Once the fear settled, it left behind something uglier and far more exhausting shame, guilt, and the sick feeling that I had somehow allowed the whole thing to happen by letting him in at all.Damien had not left my side for long. He had cleaned up the blood on his knuckles, changed his shirt, and then returned to sit beside me on the bed like he was afraid I might vanish if he looked away. He kept checking on me in that quiet way of his, not crowding me, not forcing me to talk, but making sure I k

Aria POV "Don't fucking touch my wife, you filthy bastard!" Damien's voice cut through the air like a thunderclap, raw and seething with a fury I'd never heard from him before, each word driven home by another vicious punch. I stood there frozen in shock, watching Vaswani reel back against the couch, his arms flailing uselessly to shield himself while Damien kept coming relentlessly, face contorted in protective rage. Blood sprayed from Vaswani's nose and mouth, staining the rug beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, groaning weakly through busted lips. "How dare you come into my home and lay hands on her? I'll end you for this, you piece of shit!""Damien, stop!" My voice broke high and desperate, tears already streaming hot down my face as I threw myself forward, grabbing at his arm with both hands mid-swing. Vaswani lay there now, face unrecognizable a swollen mess of blood and bruises, barely conscious and wheezing through the carnage Damien had unleashed. But Damien's f