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 POVMy legs moved on their own. I didn’t remember starting the walk, but there I was—heading home.Thoughts crashed in my mind like thunder, loud and relentless. Everything felt tight in my chest as I recalled what I’d seen: the marching, the glowing eyes, the unnatural stillness.I tried to shake the image away, but it clung to me like glue.What were they? Why did one of them look at me like that? And who was the man that saved me? Where had he come from? How did he know I was Agnar's mate?My breathing turned uneven. My chest rose and fell too quickly, as though I couldn’t get enough air. The night was cool, but my skin burned like I had a fever.I tried to quiet the noise in my mind, but the memories clawed their way back, sharper than ever.“You’re fine,” I whispered to myself.But I wasn’t.Every tree I passed, every flickering shadow, made me flinch. It felt like the night had grown teeth—watching me, waiting.I shivered and pulled my shawl tighter. The path home stret

Serene's Pov I couldn't stay still that evening, and while the others laughed and joked around, I decided to go for a walk around the fields near the mansion.I grabbed a shawl, wrapped it around my neck, and slipped out of the house without anyone noticing.I walked without paying attention to where I was headed. I wasn't scared. This was Agnar's land, and there was nothing to fear.What I wanted to know was how to get at Ianthe.Her face kept flashing in my mind — smug, untouchable. Pregnant and protected. How do you destroy someone who was poison herself? How do you make someone like that bleed?There had to be a way. There was something that could be done. I just needed to know what it was.Then something struck me: my conversation with Ivar earlier at dinner. As I thought more about it, I got more excited. It could work. It had to work.Oh, I would make it work if it was the last thing I did.I turned to go, but I suddenly tripped over a stone and fell. As I pushed myself up, b

Serene's PovI was quiet the entire ride home, and when I got home, I went straight to my room.Ianthe was pregnant — I hadn't been expecting that. Never even thought she could get pregnant, but here we were, facing a new nightmare growing in her womb.My chest tightened as my thoughts drifted to Daphne. Sweet, innocent Daphne, who had suffered so much in silence. The horrors she had endured in Ianthe’s hands were almost too monstrous to think of. I remembered the brokenness in her eyes, the way her body trembled.Her sister had been crippled and she herself had been broken emotionally and mentally. Ianthe had torn her apart, piece by piece. She’d been violated, her innocence stolen in the most brutal way imaginable. And now the woman responsible for it all was carrying a child, a new horror to birth into this world.Anger boiled in my blood, mixing with helplessness and sorrow until it all became a sickening numbness.Something had to be done. Daphne needed my help, but how?Mind s

Serene's Pov. The glass hit her with a sickening sound on the head.Horror, disgust, and anger all fought for a place on her face. When she moved, I followed suit — but faster. This time, I reached for the entirety of the wine bottle and sent it hurling towards her, but before it could make contact, the Alpha King pulled it towards him and onto his palm.With a sigh, he plopped the wine down on the table.“Are you not going to say anything about this, your highness?” Roman asked, voice shaking in anger.The King turned to me. “Fighting at the dining is a prohibited thing. Do not do that again.”Mad beyond words, Ianthe stood up, but before she could make any other move, she froze in place. And began to choke.Everyone at the table watched, stunned. It wasn't the Alpha King. Then....It was the man by my left. Agnar He wasn't doing anything — just kept staring at her, but she kept on choking, blood leaving her face.How was he doing that? I wondered, stunned. Only the Alpha King pos

SERENE'S POV “You okay?” Agnar asked as we stood in front of the Alpha King's mansion, staring.I nodded. “Yes.”There must have been something in my face because he said, “You sure? You can stay with the guys in one of the cars.”I shook my head negatively even though my stomach was tied together in a tight knot. “I'm fine. I would like to come with you.”I wouldn't hide. I wanted to see Roman, wanted him to see me — to see that I was fine and thriving.Agnar smiled and clasped my hand in his without warning. “Come on then.”“This way, please,” motioned one of the maids ushering the guests in by the gate.As we followed her, I was taken aback by the grandness of the entire house. I had heard of it's splendour and beauty from people, but I had thought they had been exaggerating.They had been right.And it wasn't just the splendour that caught my eye. It was the fact that it looked like something caught between day and night.“Strange, isn't it?” Agnar murmured beside me. “Yes. Yes,

Serene's Pov I watched eagerly as Erik entered the room fully, his large frame casting a shadow across the doorway before he took a seat at the table .“Welcome, Erik,” said Agnar. “Lunch?”“Please,” grunted the huge man. “It's been a brutal afternoon.”“Anything you'd like to share with us?” Etienne asked as Ollie served a plate of food for Erik.“Yes,” Erik replied Etienne's question, and I held my breath, my body going rigid, my fingers curling around the edge of the table.What news had he brought? What did he want to share?Silently, Erik brought out what looked like an invitation card and slid it forward. The men passed it down, hand to hand, until it got to Agnar at the end of the table. “We got this at the gates,” Erik said. “A messenger delivered it. From the Alpha King, he said.”All conversations stopped, and all eyes fell on Agnar and the card he held.Silently, he flipped the card open and read. Whatever it said, he gave no hint. His face remained unreadable — as always