Novels by Elite

The phone rang, and Mia quickly answered it. "Mia Sauner speaking." "Miss Sauner, please come over to the police station," the voice said from the line."Is there a problem? Have you found my sister?" Mia asked anxiously."We found a lead," the voice answered. Mia's hand tightened around the phone. "I'll be there soon." With that, the call ended. "Who was that?" Her father asked. "Police station," she responded, still glued at the spot she was. "What did they say?" He asked, his voice frail. "They found a lead," she answered without soul."That's good," her father said in relief. "But why are you like that... like you've just seen a ghost?" He asked.She finally turned to face him, her eyes blank. "I don't know," her voice was barely above a whisper.Her father looked at her for a while then sighed. "Go and hear what they have to say," he instructed, and she nodded slowly, leaving the room.Mia didn’t remember picking up her bag, or locking the door, or how her feet carried her

Dua hummed a song as Belle helped with dressing her hair.Belle smiled, "you seem to be in a really good mood, my lady.""Of course, victory would be mine tonight." Dua replied, and resumed her humming again. She had spent the last two days touring the whole castle, and mastering the whole place.Belle stiffened at Dua's reply, a shiver running down her spine. "Don't do anything you'll end up regretting, my lady." "Okay," Dua replied.With Dua fully dressed, they made their way to the dinning room for breakfast with Dua skipping, and humming, her steps filled with dance that it got the servants and guards whispering.As the guards opened the doors to the dinning room, they heard a voice from behind. "You look too happy for someone who'll die soon."Dua turned to find Reya some feet away from her, accompanied by some maids. Dua sighed tiredly, her body coming to a still. "Hey, Reya," she began. "If you're mad at me because you think I took donkey brain from you the other night then

Dua opened her eyes. Steadying her sight within seconds, she went out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom.Coming back out in minutes after relieving herself, her eyes caught sight of a figure in the dark extreme of the room. Jolting in fear, Dua quickly grabbed a candle, and pointed it in the direction to find Alexander there, sitting in the dark, looking so intense.Dua sighed in relief, yelling at him right after. "Hey!" He simply raised his eyes to look at her."And why do you look like you're about to fight a war?" She hissed. "If you cannot fall asleep then why did you come here? You should have stayed with your lady Reya as planned." "This is my chamber, and this is my kingdom, I can do whatever I want," Alexander replied."This is my chamber, and this is my kingdom, I can do whatever I want," Dua mimicked him while making faces at him. "Royalties and the way they always feel like God," she hissed, rolling her eyes.Turning away from him, she set the candle back down i

The police station building loomed heavily over Mia. With slow heavy steps, she walked in. "I... I'm here to file a report of a missing person," she said to an officer at the counter. "Is it an adult or a child?" The officer asked. "My kid sister," Mia answered, her voice shaky, her eyes turning wet with tears. "Oh, a child," the officer said, writing something down."25 years," Mia corrected, and the officer raised his head to look at her. "She's 25 years old." "Oh," the police officer nodded. "I see.""How long has she been missing?" He asked."Since last night," Mia answered, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what happened before she went missing? Any strange attitude from her? Was there a fight? Did something happen? Where did she say she was going?" The police officer asked. Mia heaved a long sigh. "We... I asked her to go get our father's meds. She needed to buy fresh ones... and we had a little argument before she left.""I see," the officer nodded again. "Given th

Dua sank into the bath tub filled with warm, soapy water with scented oils. "Ah!" She moaned, sinking deeper into the tub. "That hit the spot." She sat up again as the memory of the whole day flashed before her— routes, paths, places in the castle. "Just one more tour tomorrow, and my escape plan is set," she smiled. "I'll finally get to leave this place forever." She stood up, and climbed out the bath tub, entering the main shower area to rinse off. She turned on the shower, letting the cool water pour on her, soothing her pent up muscles. "They'll be looking for me by now," she heaved a sigh, suddenly remembering her family. The water streamed down her skin in steady rivulets, washing away the lingering tension of the day, but not the thoughts crowding her mind."Dad…" her voice softened, almost lost beneath the sound of the shower. "I'm sorry…"Her eyes closed briefly, her shoulders dropping as the weight of everything pressed down on her chest.Then the door opened. Dua didn

"Dad! I'm home!" Mia announced as she stepped into the house. "Dua!" Her father's frail voice rang out from the other room.Mia rolled her eyes as she made her way into her father's bedroom. "Dad, it's me. Do you not know the difference between Dua's voice and mine? I'm so disappointed," she sulked."I'm sorry, dear, I thought you were Dua," her father apologized. "It's fine," Mia waved it off, as she walked closer to him."Where is Dua?" He asked."Isn't Dua home?" Mia asked in return. Silence reigned between the two, both of them staring at each other. "Did you fight with her again this morning before she left work?" Her father asked. "Dad!!" Mia exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration. "Why does everything always circle back to me whenever Dua is involved?"Her father didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at her, long and quiet, like he was searching her face for something she wasn’t saying.Mia shifted under his gaze."I’m asking a simple question," he said finally, h

Emma's POV.The days blurred into a haze of guilt, stolen pleasure, and mounting dread. Every smile from Claire felt like a dagger. Every innocent “love you, sis” chipped away at whatever was left of my soul. I had become a ghost in their honeymoon aftermath, present but hollow, laughing at the right moments while my mind replayed Mark’s cock buried inside me on their marital bed. The emotional conflict consumed me. I loved my sister with every fiber of my being. She was kind, generous, the one who had always lifted me up. Yet here I was, repeatedly choosing the forbidden high of her husband over her trust. I hated myself more with every orgasm. And still, I couldn’t stop.Claire’s suspicion was growing. She watched us a little too closely now, her questions casual but pointed. “You two have been spending a lot of time together,” she remarked over lunch on the patio, her eyes flicking between us. “It’s nice… but everything okay? You both seem tense.”Mark played it off smoothly, squee

Emma's POV.Sleep evaded me completely after the master bedroom incident. I lay there until dawn, replaying every second—the creak of the floorboard, Claire’s voice calling for Mark, the terrifying thrill of almost being caught with her husband’s cum leaking out of me onto their marital sheets. The guilt had evolved into something sharper, more visceral. It wasn’t just abstract shame anymore; it was a physical ache, a constant nausea that mixed with the lingering throb between my legs. I’m a monster. A homewrecker. How can I look her in the eye again? Yet every time I tried to swear it off, my body remembered Mark’s deep thrusts, his whispered confessions, the way he filled me so completely it felt like he belonged there. The addiction was winning, and it terrified me.Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds like judgment. I forced myself downstairs, makeup carefully applied to hide the evidence. Claire was in the kitchen again, radiant as ever, flipping eggs. “There you are! I

Emma's POV. The sobs finally stopped sometime after midnight, leaving me hollow and exhausted. I stared at the ceiling in the guest room, the sheets tangled around my legs, Mark’s cum from the bathroom encounter still faintly sticky between my thighs. How did I let it go this far?Claire had been my rock my entire life. She’d sacrificed her own plans to help pay for my college when our parents couldn’t. She’d celebrated every small win with me like it was her own. And here I was, spreading my legs for her husband in her own home, letting him use me as his dirty escape while she slept soundly down the hall, trusting us both. The self-loathing was suffocating, a heavy weight on my chest that made every breath painful. Yet my body still hummed with leftover pleasure, traitorous and insatiable.Morning brought no relief. I dragged myself downstairs to find Claire already up, making coffee with that bright, effortless smile. “Morning, sleepyhead! You look like you didn’t sleep well. Ever

Emma's POV. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror the next morning. My reflection showed a woman I barely recognized—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, fresh love bites hidden under concealer, and eyes that carried the weight of betrayal.What have I done? Claire had always been there for me. When our parents divorced, she was the one who held our family together. She let me crash on her couch during my messy college breakup. She cheered louder than anyone at my first promotion. And now I was letting her husband fuck me raw in every corner of her new home, letting him fill me with cum while she slept upstairs.The guilt was a living thing, clawing at my chest, making it hard to breathe. Yet the second I thought of Mark’s thick cock stretching me, my pussy throbbed with fresh need. I hated myself for it.Downstairs, Claire was making her famous blueberry pancakes, humming the same song she’d played at the wedding. She looked so happy, so trusting. When she pulled me into a hug, I almost

Emma's POV. My phone beeped with Mark's text. “Downstairs now.”That was all I needed. I made my way downstairs immediately. Mark waited exactly two minutes, devouring me with his eyes from where he sat on the couch before he moved. He stood, tall and broad, the outline of his hardening cock already visible in his sweatpants. He crossed to me in three strides, pulling me up by the wrist and crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss was raw, and demanding, his tongue plunging deep, claiming me right there in the living room where Claire had just been cuddling him.“Upstairs was too close last time,” he growled against my lips, his hands already shoving under my tank top to grope my bare breasts. “But I need you again. Now. My office.”We moved like thieves through the dark house, his hand gripping my ass under my shorts the entire way. The office door clicked shut and locked behind us. He didn’t turn on the main lights, just the dim desk lamp that cast long shadows across the bookshelves

Emma's POV. The guilt should have eaten me alive by morning. Instead, it twisted into something darker, more addictive. I lay in the guest bed, my fingers lazily circling my swollen clit, replaying every filthy moment from the office—the way Mark had pinned me down, flooded me with his cum while my sister soaked in the tub just upstairs. His seed had dried on my thighs again overnight, a sticky reminder I couldn’t bring myself to fully wash away. “This is wrong. This is destroying everything.”But my body didn’t care. It craved him. Craved the danger.Claire was in full newlywed mode when I finally went downstairs. She’d made fresh fruit smoothies and was scrolling through honeymoon photos on her laptop at the kitchen island. “Morning! Mark’s in the shower. I swear, that man has endless energy.” She winked at me, oblivious.My cheeks burned. If only she knew how endless.I forced a smile, sipping the smoothie. “You two seem so happy. It’s… really sweet.”She pulled me into a hug. “Th

Jane's POV. I woke up the following morning with his words in my ears, "I'm sorry."I heaved a heavy sigh as I sat up. Those words weren't enough to atone for all the wrong things he did to me. I glanced at my alarm clock and gasped. I was gonna be late for work if I don't get out of bed now. Quickly, I scrambled out of bed, dashing into the bathroom immediately. After a quick bath, I put on something classic, corporate yet comfy. There was no time for breakfast but I wouldn't dare to miss breakfast. Not when I have a child in my belly. I rushed out of my bedroom and froze at the door, my whole body going still instantly. Slowly, I crouched to the floor in front of him. God, I can't believe he slept here at the door, sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, his body all coiled up and his head badly placed. I hissed under my breath and reached out to placed his head properly and I flinched as soon as I touched him. He was so cold. Without thinking, I rushed back into m

Adrian's POV. I don't know what happened with me but I went crazy seeing him... him and her... I couldn't bear it. I claimed her lips softly, shutting my eyes. I expected her to push me away but she didn't. I pressed closer to her, feeling her soft body against my hard one. Her lips trembled softly against mine, and that tiny reaction alone nearly destroyed whatever sanity I had left.God.For three years I had lived beside this woman without truly touching her heart, and now one kiss felt like drowning.I deepened the kiss carefully, afraid that if I moved too fast she would disappear again.Jane's fingers curled weakly against my shirt, and my chest tightened painfully.She kissed me back, not fully, not completely but enough to make my mind go blank. Enough to make hope bloom dangerously inside me.My hand slid carefully to her waist, pulling her slightly closer, and a soft sound escaped her lips before she suddenly stiffened as reality hit her.I felt the exact moment it retu

Jane's POV.I focused solely on my already soggy bowl of noodles. Ethan sat with me on the couch but there was a meaningful distance between us. A very meaningful one. We hadn't said a word to each other since he confessed his feelings to me a while ago.The doorbell rang and I sprang up quickly to get it, thankful the distraction. I opened the door and froze. "You?" "Hi darling," he flashed me a bright smile, pushing past me into my apartment. What?!I closed the door and followed right behind him instantly. "Adrian, are you —""Mmmm," he nodded in understanding. "I see that you're busy," he said, taking in the papers on the table. "Exactly as I predicted," he added as his gaze fell on the bowl of noodles. What the hell did he predict?"And I'm here to help you get that fixed," he finished with a smile. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he gave me an even wider smile that formed a knot in my stomach. "Adrian, get out!" I spat, more exhausted than angry. "Yeah, I will," he agree

Adrian's POV. I slid my phone back into my pocket. If being creepy is gonna get me Jane, then I don't mind. "Adrian?" I heard that familiar, unmistakable voice. One of the voices I really don't want to hear right now. I turned to find her approaching me with hurried steps, as if I might disappear if she wasn't fast enough. "Thank goodness I met you here," she said as she stopped in front of me. "I went to the Blackwood estate many times, they told me you moved out. I don't see you at the company, and you no longer answer my calls. What is going on, Adrian?" I gazed at her for a few seconds before I finally spoke. "I'm no longer the CEO of Blackwood Holdings, and I'm a soon to be father who is busy taking care of his family.""You divorced her!" Her voice raised slightly as if trying to assert a fact on me."Which is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life," I retorted. She seemed shock. "Adrian..." her voice dropped as she stepped closer to me. "Adrian, this isn't what yo

Jane's POV."Okay!" Ethan exclaimed as he placed the steaming bowl of noodles on the table. I stared up at him through my eyelashes. "Really? A bowl of noodles after the 'I'm gonna cook you something spectacular' rant?" He'd filled up ears all the way back from work about how he was gonna cook me something spectacular for dinner that I didn't really expect the something spectacular would turn out to be a bowl of noodles.He scratched the back of his head nervously. "I guess so."I burst into laughter immediately. He was so damn cute at the moment. I stood up, and walked to him with laughter still painting my lips. Raising my hand to his cheek, I wiped of the flour he had there. "How come you have flour smeared on your face, did you bake the noodles?" I laughed. As I pulled my hand from his face, he held it still. His fingers tightened around mine gently, like he was scared I’d pull away if he held too hard.The laughter slowly faded from my lips."Ethan..." I called softly, confus

Adrian's POV.For a moment, I thought I had struck a cord in her until she turned and walked away but at least with everything I gave to her. I smiled to myself. At least, she didn't give me an outburst like she always did.The pest looked at me with eyes shooting daggers. With a calm yet provoking smirk, I walked away. As soon as I got away from the crowd, I pulled out my phone from my jacket, and put a call on Lena. She picked up on the first ring."God! Lena, it worked!" I was so excited. "Told ya," she chuckled from the other end of the line. I had called her earlier today after retrieving my phone from Jane's apartment, and told her I wanted to do something for Jane but didn't know what to do.She told me what to do, helped me with some of it, and boosted my confidence. "Thank you so much, Lena," I was really grateful to her, you could hear it from my voice."It's nothing, sir," she responded. "You can always call on me whenever you need help.""Of course," I nodded, even t