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

SERENEEverything and everyone froze.Azriel turned, slowly, back at Roman. “Is this a mistake?” he asked, voice chilling.Even I gaped in astonishment. Had Roman gone mad? Had he stayed too long in the dungeon?Agnar glanced at me, an inquiry in the subtle arch of his eyebrow. I shook my head — imperceptibly.Elizabeth was frozen, too. “I haven't ever been in that man's house in my life.”But Roman was still pointing, still throwing his accusations, and it seemed Azriel had had enough.His hand drifted toward his waistband, where a weapon no doubt waited, but before he could pull it free, the king's voice rang out, loud and clear“I believe that the accused is suffering from a little blindness. Most likely as a result of being isolated in a place where there is little to no light. Mister Roman, what is the name of this person you are pointing at?”“Serene,” Roman spat out vehemently. “Serene Willows! Agnar's mate. She killed that maid! She killed my child!”The crowd gave a collectiv

SERENEHe stumbled repeatedly as he walked across the platform to stand at the booth of the accused.I waited and watched. Alpha Azriel stood up, scroll in hand, and headed towards the centre of the platform, his golden hair catching the rays of the morning sun.He was the right hand of the king, and also the Judicator.“Let all bear witness!” His words rolled across the platform like thunder. “Today, judgment is called upon Roman St. Cloud, accused of spilling innocent blood within his own house. By decree of the King, truth shall be tested, and justice carried out!”From his place in his booth, Roman mumbled, “I didn’t do it.”Azriel ignored him as if he hadn't spoken and went on smoothly, “Today, a verdict will be carried out, and we will all see where the fate of Roman St Cloud lies. Bring on the witnesses!”I held my breath unconsciously as Daphne and a few of the guards were brought on. She had on a long skirt and a long-sleeved blouse, and her hair was packed together in a bun

Serene“Shit!” I cursed under my breath as I realized that the zip on my dress had gotten stuck. I tried taking off the dress but it was impossible. It had become too tight.“Ugh,” I groaned again, straining as hard as I could to try and get to the zip. But it didn't budge.As I continued my struggles in front of the mirror, the door opened and Agnar stepped in.He paused when he saw me in the dress. “I apologize. I had no idea you were getting dressed already.”“It's no problem. Please come in.”He stepped in and closed the door gently behind him.“Can you please help me with the zip?” I asked, “It's stuck and I don't know what to do.”“Sure.”He dropped something on the bed and made his way towards me. I drew in a sharp breath, trying to stay still as his fingers brushed against my back. His scent invaded my space completely —aftershave, cologne, rain, and something darker that was entirely him. My pulse thudded in my throat, louder than the sound of his breath behind me, and for

SereneI opened my eyes slowly and blinked at the intensity of the light above me. I looked around. I was in bed, and my clothes had been changed. I was now putting on nightwear. "I took the liberty of changing you into something more conducive." The voice came. “I hope you don't mind.”"Oh." It was Agnar and he stood a few feet away from the bed. “No, I don't. Thank you.”He was holding a mug of what I knew was tea, and dressed in sleepwear, too. He moved further towards the bed."You fell asleep before we were done greeting the Alpha King."I blinked again. "Oh."I remembered being in and out of sleep during the rest of our journey here. I had managed to hold on until the arrival of the Alpha King whom we needed to pay homage to. His entrance was the last thing I remembered. "Here," he said, helping me sit up. "Some tea to get you warmed up." I accepted it gratefully as I sat up in bed. "Thank you." The nightwear did something to him. He looked gentle, less of the cocky, witty

Serene's PovI kept my eyes on the world outside the window as we drove, watching people go about their daily activities.Everything was alive. Children darted between shops, chasing each other around. Sellers called out cheerfully to passing customers, their voices strong and confident. Shops lined the streets with their doors propped open. The people moved with ease that was hard to miss—well-fed, decently dressed, their eyes unafraid to meet mine when the car passed. Some even smiled.“Hey, look! It's the Alpha. Hi, Agnar!”Agnar waved back at the girl, slowing the car to a cruise. “Hey, Summer!” He spotted a giggling boy running away from his mother and yelled, “Theo, stop running from your mother!” His mother stopped just as the boy did, grabbing him by the collar. “Thanks, Alpha.”“You’re welcome, Mel. A few minutes, Serene, I need to get something.”“Okay.” The moment Agnar stepped out, a wave of scents rushed in—fresh flowers, warm sugar, and cinnamon. The pastry shop was c

Serene's PovDressed, I made my way to his room, ignoring the nervous tightening of my stomach.“Well, there's an angel,” Sebastian said as he saw me approach. “Agnar, you dog. I'll take your ungratefulness and present you with your surprise anyway. Ready?”Agnar's voice filtered out from the open room. “I can only assume every last one of you in this house has gone stark, raving mad. And since madness deserves no courtesy, you’ll forgive me if I don’t waste my breath on replies you’ve not earned—”He trailed off when he saw me. “Serene?”“See?” asked Sebastian before taking his leave.Agnar kept staring at me, his expression unreadable, as though he were trying to place me in a memory. My palms itched at my sides, but I forced them still.“Are you the surprise they’ve been talking about?” he asked finally, his tone caught between disbelief and curiosity.I still stood at the threshold when I replied, my throat dry. “Yes... I believe so.”His eyes roamed my face from where he sat, as