Novels by Eliza David

Jane's POVThe farther we moved away from the house, the lighter I felt. I wasn't happy or excited about anything. I just felt lighter from within. Liam was still away and our relationship was still hanging by a thread I wasn't sure either of us knew how to repair.And somewhere out there, Aria, Theo, Mira, and Ronan were still alive, doing only God knows what. The world was far from peaceful, but for the first time in days, I felt like I was moving toward something purposeful instead of grieving and reacting to tragedy.The mysterious letter had given me purpose, direction, mission, and that was exactly what I needed to keep my mind busy. Lauren walked beside me, carrying a small satchel over her shoulder while I held the folded map safely like my life depended on it. Actually, this mission depended on the map. Losing it meant losing our way. Lauren kicked a small stone along the path. "You know," she said suddenly, "I never imagined I would leave the house like this.""Like wha

Alpha Liam's POVFor a moment, I genuinely thought I had misheard her.I would have to marry her?Was she out of her mind? How could she have asked that after everything I told her the other day? At this point, I wasn't sure if she was mentally well because how would she have asked that when I told her I would never consider anyone that wasn't Jane. The president stared at his daughter in disbelief. I stared at her as if she had gone insane. Yet she stood there as if she had just proposed the most reasonable solution in the world."If Liam wants the book," she repeated calmly, "he'll have to marry me."I waited for someone to laugh at how ridiculous she sounded. I really waited for a few seconds but nobody did. The next thing I did was look at the president because surely, he wasn't going to entertain the nonsense his daughter just spat. To his credit, he looked just as horrified as I felt. The expression on his face reminded me of a man who was regretting every decision that had

Alpha Liam's POVThe moment I stepped into the president's estate, I already knew I wasn't in the mood for any long conversation. I knew I had no time for diplomacy. The journey had been long and my frustration had built up to an unbearable extent. The more I thought about him having the book of life, the more irritated I became.By the time I reached his place, I wasn't interested in greetings. I wasn't interested in formalities, and I definitely wasn't interested in politics.I wanted answers.Sincere answers. Not the make up truth he had been cooking up. Not the half lie and half truth he had been telling me. I wanted the truth The guards opened the doors without hesitation and I strode into his office with Dysebel behind me. The president sat behind his enormous desk exactly as he had the last time I saw him. He looked calm and collected like the book of life wasn't weighing him down like it was on me. The moment he lifted up his face and saw us, a smile appeared on his face

Jane's POVIt had been one day. Just a single day, yet it felt much longer.Why?Maybe because too much had happened in such a short time. Or maybe because every time Liam left, even for a good reason, my mind immediately started imagining all the terrible things that could happen.I hated that I must prepare for the worst while hoping for the best. I hated how worried I became because he wasn't here with me. I hated how his absence made me anxious and scared as each minute passed. Most importantly, I hated how much Liam occupied my mind despite everything that had happened between us.So I did what I always did whenever my thoughts became unbearable.I worked.If my hands were busy, my mind had less room to wander.I was currently standing on a ladder in one of the hallways, removing an expensive wall hanging that Aria had insisted on placing there during her short-lived reign over the house.The moment I pulled it down, dust flew into my face.I sneezed before cursing under my brea

Jane's POV As I finished with Josephine's room, I went to her garden to start work. I didn't want the flowers to feel her absence at all. I didn't want them to die like her. I wanted to live because they were the work of her hands. It wasn't even up to two hours that Liam left before I heard footsteps approaching again. I groaned internally as the familiar scent reached my nostrils. Of course, who else would ruin my peace if it wasn't Dysebel?I didn't even bother looking up. I continued trimming one of the flower bushes. The poor plant had done nothing wrong unlike the person approaching me.When her shadow finally fell across the flowers, I sighed dramatically."What do you want?"The silence that followed told me she hadn't expected that greeting.I looked up and forced a smile. That smile alone made her frown."You know," I said, returning my attention to the flowers, "normal people usually have a rethink before disturbing others.""I'm not normal people.""No,” I said with a

Jane's POVJosephine's room still smelled like her. That was the first thing I noticed every time I stepped inside.No matter how many days had passed. No matter how many people walked through the room. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that she was gone.The room still felt like Josephine was there. Her scent lingered in the curtains… in the blankets…in the pillows… in the wooden furniture she had polished countless times.It was comforting and painful at the same time. I sat on the floor beside her wardrobe with several dresses folded beside me. Some were old… some were worn… Some were beautiful enough that I could imagine her wearing them while tending her garden.Every piece reminded me of her.For nearly an hour, I've been trying to organize her belongings. Differentiating clothes to keep and clothes to give out. It wasn't about sorting the clothes, it was more like finding purpose in grief. I was trying to do things to keep myself busy because the moment I stopped