Novels by Myra Bella

Lisandra stepped into the house with a lingering smile on her lips. The scent of Daniel’s jacket seemed to cling to her fingertips, providing a warmth that even the biting night air couldn’t explain.For the first time in a long time, the fair-skinned girl felt truly alive. Her heart continued to race as she recalled her efforts earlier."You look remarkably happy, Lis."As it turned out, Alex was already sitting on the leather sofa with his arms crossed. He was still wearing his university varsity jacket, clearly having waited for his sister since early evening."You’re not asleep yet, Alex?""I was waiting for you. It’s 2:00 AM, Lisandra. Where have you been?""Meeting a friend.""Hmph! A friend or a guy, huh? Don't tell me a bookworm like you has started dating. So, which nobody is hitting on you?"Lisandra took a deep breath, trying her best not to be provoked. "I was just getting some fresh air, Alex. Stop being so nosy.""I’m your brother," the thick-browed man asserted, grabbin

Three days passed like a morning mist for Daniel. The apartment, usually silent and cluttered, now felt more alive and pristine. Lisandra had truly kept her word. She appeared every morning with a warm breakfast, ensuring Daniel took his medication right on schedule.However, the stifling boredom made it impossible for him to focus. While reaching for a water bottle on the nightstand, he accidentally knocked over the desk lamp.Crash!"Daniel, are you okay?!""Yeah, just stop startling me."Lisandra stood frozen at the doorway. Instead of responding with anger, she let out a long sigh and grabbed the first-aid kit from the table."It’s time to change the bandage. Sit down," she commanded softly, gesturing toward the bed."I’m fine, Lisandra."They were so close that Daniel could catch the faint scent of bluebells from her hair. When Lisandra’s cool fingertips touched the skin of his forehead, Daniel reflexively closed his eyes.His heart raced faster than it ever did during a sprint o

A searing pain greeted Daniel the moment he opened his eyes. It felt as if a concrete slab were crushing his chest; every breath was heavy and shallow. Clad in a hospital gown, he groaned, feeling a relentless throbbing in his head."Don’t move yet. The doctor said your ribs are severely bruised."The voice was soft but unfamiliar. Daniel turned his head slowly. There sat a girl in an oversized jacket, holding a paper cup of coffee that had long since gone cold."You … why are you here?""You blacked out," Lisandra replied quietly. "I followed you when you left the stadium. You snapped at the medics and insisted on walking out on your own, didn’t you? But you collapsed before you even reached the parking garage.""So you brought me to the hospital?""No, there was an ambulance. I just came along.""Why?""You were unconscious for nearly three hours. The doctor said you collapsed from sheer exhaustion.""Yeah, I only slept for three hours last night.""And … some of your muscles are st

The sharp scent of ice pierced his nose, mingling with the roar of the crowd beginning to fill the stands. The rhythmic scraping of metal skates carving the surface of the arena sounded like a melody, punctuated by the occasional thud of wooden sticks hitting the boards.On the university team’s bench, Alex was adjusting his shoulder pads. He looked remarkably calm, even though he knew his team was incomplete."Captain."A broad-shouldered man approached. Mattheo Brutley—the type of player who didn't say much but held significant influence as the team's most stable defenseman. Unlike Alex, who craved the spotlight, Mattheo cared more about on-ice tactics."What?""Where's Daniel? He’s usually the first one here for warm-ups.""Probably cooling off somewhere. You know Stewart, he’s too soft, especially for a game this big."Mattheo narrowed his eyes. He knew Alex’s dirty tricks all too well—often intentionally giving wrong practice schedules or assigning nonsensical extra tasks just to

The ice rink, freshly polished by the Zamboni, reflected the stadium lights like a giant mirror. Carrying his hockey stick and helmet, Daniel Stewart walked down the hallway toward the locker room. His breath was still ragged, creating thin plumes of mist in the frigid air.He relished the nightly scent of that arena, a mix of puck rubber and the metallic tang of the rink. However, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed the university team’s locker room door slightly ajar. It was supposed to be empty by now.Curiosity drew him closer, peeking through the narrow gap. The lights inside were only partially dimmed, but a pair of entwined silhouettes was clearly visible in front of the wooden locker. His breath hitched as he overheard their conversation."So… do you like it?""Of course. Your lips are always captivating.""Which lips?""Both. But your horizontal lips taste so much sweeter when kissed. Come to my place after this."CRASH!Daniel slammed the door against the wall and hurle