Novels by JUNIOR

Helena's POV “Promise me you'll do it,” he whispered.I would have done anything he asked of me. That thought dripped hot through me before he even spoke.Sitting there beside his bed, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, listening to the quiet rhythm of machines that had no business being louder than his voice. There was nothing he could ask that I wouldn’t give, certainly not now. Not after everything I had seen, everything I had allowed to slip through my fingers.“Just tell me what it is,” I said softly, leaning forward a little, my hands already reaching for his. “You can ask me anything.”He didn’t answer immediately.His gaze drifted away from me for a moment, like he was searching for something beyond the walls of the room, beyond the present.Reaching for somewhere buried in years I hadn’t paid enough attention to. And for a second, I thought maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he wouldn’t ask.Then—“It’s about the house,” he finally said and I blinked.“The house?

Helena's POV I let the door slide open slowly, almost carefully, like the room on the other side might shatter if it moved too fast.The smell hit me first, carried by the wind straight into my nose, sterile and pretty overwhelming. It smelled clean in a way that felt too good to hold a body, a kind of silence rested in the air, heavy and quiet, like the room had been emptied of everything color.And then, my eyes fell on him, and with it, my fingers tightened around the hem of my skirt without me meaning to, my breath blocking the air halfway into my chest and refusing to let it out again. For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t even think straight.Cause the man lying on that bed, the man laying with his eyes closed couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be my grandfather.My eyes moved over him slowly, like if I took it all in too fast, it would become real in a way I wouldn’t be able to take back. His face looked smaller, like something had ripped him out from the inside

Helena’s POVThe question didn’t just land, it cut through everything.My hand went still mid-motion, the spoon hovering just slightly above the plate as my mind… blanked for a second.“My grandfather?”The words came out slower than I expected, like I needed to hear them out loud to even begin processing them.When last did I check up on him?I blinked once, then twice, my brows pulling together as I tried to answer that in my head.Last week…?No. Wait. My fingers tightened slightly around the spoon as I tried again.Maybe two weeks? No… that doesn’t feel right either.My chest shifted uncomfortably as I searched harder, pushing back through the days, through everything that had been happening lately, trying to find the last clear moment I had called, or visited, or even just—Three weeks.The thought dawned on me all at once, crashing into me. Three weeks.My breath caught slightly as I stared down at my plate, my appetite melting away in the same second.Three weeks? No. No, that

Helena’s POVThe words didn’t settle right.They didn’t land the way everything else had just landed between us, not clear, just heavy and pressing in.They lingered over me, hovering somewhere in the space between what I already thought I knew and something I couldn’t quite name yet.An idea? Something that could help us?My fingers tightened slightly against the armrest as I watched him, my mind already moving ahead of me, trying to piece together what that could possibly be without letting it dive too far.There were only so many directions something like that could go. And none of them felt… safe.I exhaled slowly, my brows pulling together just a little when I asked, “What kind of idea?”He didn’t answer immediately. Just looked at me for a second, like he was measuring how to say it. Then—“A dinner night.”I blinked. “A Dinner night?”“With them,” he added calmly, like that did any good in making it sound better. “You and your fiancé. Me and Tessy. One night.”For a second, I j

Helena’s POVI felt it before I clearly understood it.That small shift somewhere inside me, like something I had been holding in place for too long had finally started to loosen, started cracking, started giving way.Started opening up just enough to move out of the way.My fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the chair as I kept my eyes on him, trying to hold onto something steady, something familiar, something that still made sense.But nothing did. Not in the way I wanted, not with the way he was looking at me. Not with how close he was at the moment.Then why are you still thinking about it?His question from earlier still played in my mind, questioning me on a repeat. I didn't have an answer then, don't still have one now, cause the truth is, I couldn't stop thinking of it.I was still yet to shake it off, still yet to free my mind from the spell his lips put on me.His eyes stayed on me, looking into me not in the way he would just to hear me answer, but like he alrea

Tessy’s POVI stared at the message longer than I should have.The number wasn’t saved. No name, no hint, nothing familiar. Just a string of digits sitting there like it expected me to understand it.My fingers hovered over the screen, not moving as my eyes went over the screen.Avoiding?My brows pulled together slightly as I leaned back in my chair, the office noise from others fading into something distant behind me.Avoiding who?I hadn’t avoided anyone, anyone except for him this morning. But why would he text me right after saying what he said last night?I'd just done what he asked for, kept to myself, focused on work, and stayed out of things that obviously don’t concern me.My throat tightened slightly.Or maybe that wasn’t true. Maybe I had been avoiding something, or someone.I swallowed, my gaze dropping back to the message as my mind started running through possibilities, none of them settling long enough to make sense.Barron wouldn’t text like this. He didn’t need to.L