Novels by ojiakorita

Elena The morning air was crisp as I blinked awake, groggily stretching my arms above my head. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but I must have been too exhausted to make it to my bed last night. A soft blanket had been draped over me—Dad. I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before glancing at the clock. 7:35 AM. My heart skipped. The kids! Jumping up, I rushed to Sophia’s room and found her still curled under her blanket, her small form rising and falling with each breath. “Sophia,” I nudged her gently. “Wake up, sweetheart. You’re going to be late.” She groaned and buried her face deeper into her pillow. I turned to the next room, knocking once before pushing the door open. “Jordan, up. Now.” He stirred, eyes cracking open slightly before shutting again. “Sophia, Jordan, if you both don’t get up in the next five minutes, I swear I’ll start pouring water over your heads.” That did the trick. Seconds later, they grudgingly got up from their beds.

Mr. Paul Parker I walked towards the towering steel-and-glass structure. When I got closer, I noticed the sleek, reflective surface gleaming under the moonlight. Everything about it exuded power—intimidating, unyielding power. I swallowed hard, clutching my worn-out briefcase, and forced myself forward. The revolving doors ushered me into a pristine lobby where marble floors stretched endlessly beneath my feet. Employees in crisp suits moved with purpose, barely sparing me a glance as I approached the front desk. “Hello. I have a meeting on the eighteenth floor.” I said, my voice steady although I was consumed by anxiety.The receptionist, a young woman with sharp eyes, gave me a once-over before nodding. “Take the elevator to the left. He’s expecting you.” I stepped into the elevator, watching the numbers ascend painfully slow. I could hear the faint hum of classical music playing through hidden speakers whilst in the elevator. When the doors slid open, I found him in a long hallw

Elena The blaring sound of my alarm startled me awake, but I was already exhausted before the day even began. I threw off the covers and dragged myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Across the room, my little sister, Sophia, was curled up in a ball under her blanket, her steady breathing filling the small space. In the other room, Jordan was likely still snoring, blissfully unaware of the storm raging in our lives. I took a deep breath and put on my best attempt at a cheerful voice. “Rise and shine, sleepyheads! Time for school.” A groan came from Jordan’s room. “Five more minutes.” “Nope. You’re going to be late,” I called out, walking over to Sophia’s bed. I gently shook her shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart. Get up.” She grumbled something incoherent but stretched her tiny arms before slowly opening her eyes. “I don’t wanna go to school,” she mumbled, burying her face into her pillow. I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “If you get up now, I’ll make your

Elena The city lights flickered against the bus window as I leaned my head back, exhaustion weighing me down. My shift had been long—endless meetings, a boss who loved to micromanage, and a lunch break that barely lasted ten minutes. My feet ached in my worn-out flats, and my only wish was to crawl into bed. But I had one last stop to make. Dad had called earlier, asking me to drop off some documents at his office. He hadn’t said much, just that they were important. I didn’t question it. He was always busy, always working late. That was normal. The bus pulled up near Parker Industries, and I stepped off, tightening my coat against the chilly breeze. The glass building loomed ahead, its polished exterior reflecting the streetlights. I had grown up in these hallways, watching my father build his business from the ground up. I pushed through the front door, expecting the quiet hum of a late-night office. Instead, the moment I stepped inside, the air shifted. Something was wrong. Men

Elena The city lights were dim outside the car window as I clenched my hands in my lap, sweating despite the air conditioning in the car. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the choice I was about to make—a choice that felt more like a death sentence. I have been here before. The towering glass building. The suffocating scent of wealth and power. But tonight was different. Tonight, I was selling my soul. I tried my best to dismiss any second thoughts but I couldn’t help but think that I was making a mistake. Maybe I was. But did I really have a choice? The elevator ride to the top floor crawled at a slow pace. My worn-out dress felt like a second skin of shame among the sleek business attire of those around me. They barely spared me a glance. To them, I was invisible. But to him, I was a pawn. The doors slid open with a silent ding. A pristine office stretched before me, all cold steel and ruthless efficiency. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city like a king surveying h