Novels by Ogheneovo

“We don't have to do this, Jules.”“Just drive, Seufale.”Leo did as instructed, but he grinned at her bossy tone. “Look,” he threw over his shoulders. “The Valentis guys are gaping at us.”“Let them gape,” she said, smiled and raised a hand to wave at the Valentis garage. Then she shot a glance back. “Oh my gosh, Leo, go faster! The microphones are coming for us!”Soon, they were in his team garage. He grabbed her hand as they entered inside.“Shit!” Jules cursed, her stomach twisting. She hadn't thought about it before jumping in head first. The mechanics, the media crew, the team principal—everyone was here. Watching.But this was what she wanted, wasn't it?“Wanna chicken out now?”“No!”“Good. Let's say hi to everyone.”"Oh!" said the mechanic who was the first person to see them. His eyes danced at their conjoined hands. “Hello, Will,” said Leo. “Hello, Sergio and Miss Jules. So you guys are together now.” “We decided to make it official,” replied Leo. Then he raised his voi

“Oh, yeah? How about you kiss my ass, why don't you?”“Sergio!” Jules shrieked at him. “That was rude!” She swatted him on the shoulder and turned around to throw an apologetic wave to the journalist that had requested for an interview from Sergio.“Look who we have here again!” said Jamie as Sergio swept her into the paddock.“Hi, Jamie!” she said cheerfully.Jamie lifted her off her feet in a hug, peppering kisses on her face. “Hi, baby.”“Hey,”“You know, if I was any younger, I would pitch in my hat to win your heart.”“You shameless old flirt.”“Can't help it. You're a sight for sore eyes.”After another kiss, he released her, and she ran after Sergio.“Wait for me!”****Jules looked up from her phone as the sound of heels made its way towards her outside of Sergio's garage. The approaching woman was tall and slim — definitely model material. Actually, Jules was pretty sure she was a model. She’d seen her on at least a couple of magazine covers.She was shocked when the woman

Still holding her breath, she jumped up from the bed as a knock sounded on the door.“W-who is it?” she stammered.“Your next door neighbour.” came the reply, and Yasmine almost lost her mind.What? What did they want?“May I help you with something?” she asked, trying to stop the quivering in her voice.“Yes, please. Can you please open the door for a second?”Quickly, she shoved herself into her dress, trying to gain a sense of normalcy, and dashed to the door.She pulled it open. Staring her in the eye was a man — dark-haired, dimples, bearded and with eyes that danced at her. And he had only a short towel round his waist.“Hey, I'm Mark,” he said.Yasmine nodded, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.“I know this might sound awkward, but we heard you having a little play time with yourself, and we would like to invite you to join us.”She blinked in surprise, stunned to the roots of her hair. “I'm sorry. What?”“We would like for you to join us— my wife and I,” the man repeated,

The couple next door was going to be the death of her, thought Yasmine as she laid spread-eagled on the huge motel bed.They had been at it all night — fucking and slurpy-kissing each other as if the world was about to end soon.“Ohhhh,” the woman's loud moan filtered into her room once more. “Oh, Daddy, yes! Yes!”Yasmine swallowed hard at the moan, already feeling that familiar ache between her thighs.Could they just shut the fuck up?“Who's pussy is this?!” ask the man. “Tell me. Who's pussy is this?”“Yours, Daddy,” moan the woman again. “Yours.”For the next few seconds, all Yasmine could here was the sound of balls slapping against skin.She herself moaned, the sound turning her on.“Fuck!” she murmured quietly as her fingers trailed down her stomach and to her panties.With her fingers she pushed the panties aside and slowly massaged her clitoris.She sighed blissfully at the relief it brought.“Fuck me harder, Daddy! Harder!”“Oh, yes,” Yasmine couldn't help but crooned, “Fuc

Jules popped a popsicle into her mouth and said morosely, “I should have gone home for my vacation.”Sergio, sitted cross-legged beside her, looked at her slowly and lazily. “You mean Sierra-Leone?”Jules nodded. “Yeah.”“You couldn't,” said Sergio, “You scared shitless of your Mama.”“Only because she won't let me rest about a freaking husband.”Sergio continued staring at the Monegasque landscape spread out below him. “Well, why don't you get a freaking husband?”She shot him an acid look but said nothing.Sergio went on. “Wanna share what went on yesterday with Leo? Got your apology?”“Umm, yeah.”“And?” prodded Sergio.“Nothing else,” came her quick reply.Sergio's cocky smile said he knew better. “Dark skinned witch,”“Devil,” she retorted and stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth.“You live to eat,” Sergio said, but his smile was a fond one.“What about you, Sergio. Don't you need a wife?”“Yeah? How about you marry me, you rascal?” Then he became serious. “I don't want a

"It's fine," she said, voice barely steady as she turned to leave. "Surely you're not running again, are you, Jules?" Her hand froze on the doorknob. She inhaled shakily. "No." "Then sit. And listen to my apology." Reluctantly, she dropped onto the little couch, her fingers knotting in her lap. "I said I wanted to start with an apology, and I will," he said quietly. She swallowed hard, her throat aching. "Why did you mention my name at the interview?" she asked, even though she was almost afraid of the answer. "Because," he replied. "I truly have plans for you and me this weekend, and I was thinking about that all through." Her heart skipped. Her gut screamed for her not to ask, but the words slipped out anyway. "What plans?" He stepped closer, his gaze never wavering from hers. "First off, I want to take you out to dinner tonight." Jules looked away quickly, blinking against the sudden burn behind her eyes. Leo unzipped his suit. "And I apologize for the chaos the intervie

SERENE'S POV Within moments, the heavy oak door burst open and some of the guards stormed in, weapons half-drawn.“What in the hell is going on here?!” the lead guard, a burly man with a scarred face, roared.I didn't stop shaking as I replied, pointing to the almost lifeless girl on the floor. “A-a-alpha R-r-roman stabbed her.”A stunned silence fell, broken only by my ragged breathing. Then, the scarred guard's face darkened, his voice a low growl. “What?! Are you insane, girl?! How dare you utter such an outrageous lie?! Alpha!” he bellowed, turning towards Roman. But the Alpha was a silent, unmoving lump in the corner, his head buried in his hands, rocking back and forth like a man possessed.“Alpha!” the guard called again but got no response still.Another guard rushed to the dying girl. “Who did this to you? Talk! Quick!”She pointed weakly with her blood-stained fingers. “A-alpha Ro-roman,”The guard turned to me. “What happened?”Tears sprang into my eyes. “I don't know!”

SERENE'S POV “I think she's going slowly mad.”“Going slowly mad?” said the second maid to the other. “She's already stark raving mad!”“Ssh,” admonished the first maid. “Don't let anybody hear you.”The maid waved aside the warning with a dismissive hand. “Anybody will agree with me. She ought to be in a madhouse by now. Alpha's mistress or not.”“But what could be the matter?”“Who knows? She's probably suffering from curses bestowed on her by the innocent souls she has tormented.” Then she turned to me. “I know you're happy, Daphne. I wouldn't blame you if you are. I would be.”I kept my face blank as I picked up the tray and headed outside. Behind me, the conversation continued,“But can you imagine still being able to serve that mad woman after all she's done to her and her sister?”As I passed Roman’s room, I heard his voice.“Yes, Noel, the witches. I'll reach out to someone. Enough of useless doctors.”I quickened my steps and pushed in Ianthe’s door with my shoulder.“Your t

“Sorry, Alpha Roman, I can’t seem to find anything wrong with Lady Ianthé.”“I told you all — I’m fine!” Ianthé raged on the bed. I stood beside the bed, hands clasped in front of me, watching silently. This was the fourth doctor Roman had brought in to check on the mother of his unborn child.Something in me smiled at the stark desperate look on his face. It wasn’t just stark and desperate, it bordered on insanity. He was tired.“What about her pregnancy?” he asked, voice hollow and hoarse.The doctor sighed. “The baby is fine, thankfully. I have to take my leave now. Please let me know if any changes occur.”The doctor took his leave, but I watched Roman from the corner of my eye and just a little thrill of satisfaction shot through me. I bit down hard on my lips to stop a laugh.I watched as he ran a hand through his hair, fingers trembling. The strands stood on end, a messy halo to his madness. His eyes darted over Ianthe like she might vanish into ash if he so much as blinked.

Author's PovIanthe stepped off the bed, half-asleep, half-awake. She took a few steps forward—stopped.It was foggy, so foggy that she could barely see her fingers in front of her face. Where... where had the fog come from?She flinched suddenly as she felt a kick to her stomach.The baby. The baby....Another kick had her wincing and grabbing on to her stomach. Then another kick. “Stop, stop, stop,” she chanted against the kicks and the pain.The kicks stopped, as if the baby could hear her.She sighed in relief and wiped her suddenly sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. She peered into the fog again, and something propelled her to take another step forward, deeper into the fog.She thought she saw movement. “Who's there?” She asked. “Come out now.”It would be one of those stupid maids who were constantly flitting about. The thought of them rummaging through her baby things filled her with violent rage. They were getting too bold.“You have one last chance!” she called out

Serene's Pov “You.”I stopped dead on my track, barely breathing. He hadn't changed much. He still had the same cruel eyes, the same angry face.I made my voice meek and quiet. “Hello, Master.” I bowed my head, eyes diverted from his. I hadn't expected close proximity to him and despite the fact that Agnar had allied my fears of being discovered, my heart still pounded heavily.“Your sister has disappeared from the dungeon.”I gasped at the news and forced tears into my eyes as I looked up and fell to my knees.“No. Please, Master, find he—”The slap came without warning and I saw stars.“Get up.” He pulled me roughly by my hair and jerked me back up. “Your family is gone, too. Who do you have working for you?”“No one, Master! I swear!”His hold on my hair tightened and he dragged me down the stairs with him like I was nothing more than a rag doll. My feet stumbled, scraping against stone as we got outside and headed to the guards' quaters, but I didn’t cry out. “You’ll tell me,”

Serene's PovThe uniform pinched at my ribs, but I barely felt it. I stared into the cracked mirror, searching for a girl who no longer existed. Daphne stared back. She had to. My life depended on it.The wooden door creaked open, and my roommate entered.“What are ye still doing here?” she asked as she saw me. She was round, short with an accent that came straight from the human continent.Her mother was human, her father one of ours who had left them shortly after she was born. She had made a journey to try and find out who her father was and had ended up here. She never left again.“Staring at yourself in the mirror that long," she demanded, hands on her hips, "are ye headin’ to a feckin' fashion show, or is your lad comin’ to drag ye off by the liver?”I ignored her the way Daphne would have and turned towards the door. Behind me, I heard her huff.“Never says a word to a soul, that one.”My first duty was doing the laundry, so I headed there with my face down, silent and ignorin