Novels by Sisiholiday

Serena’s POVAs I shut the door, my back stayed glued to the door. There was a tension in the air that I couldn’t ignore. The scent of him was everywhere—a dangerous mix of musk and citrus, and a dash of spirit. My eyes locked on his and my heart did a million backflips. He was leaning over his desk, and his body resembled a work of art. My eyes drew immediately to the tattoo from his neck covering his left arm…and that just made him even more sexy. And then my eyes travelled to his rock hard abs, and his v-line was carved to perfection and his—"You should be sleeping." he said, drawing my eyes away from his body. I cleared my throat, "I couldn't sleep," I whispered, hoping that my drooling wasn’t so obvious. "Come here." As he said those words, a current surges through me. He didn’t bark, he didn’t shout. His voice was so calm, yet it caused a storm to rage inside my belly.Against the loud voice screaming in my head that listening to him was a grave mistake, I walked toward

Serena’s POV "Everybody get down!" someone screamed.My feet were frozen in place, immobilized in fear. The screams were deafening, but I could not move. Another bang sliced through the atmosphere. My body began to tremble. Was it a gun shot? Or a bomb?? I didn't have the time to wonder. Adrian immediately slammed his body against mine to shield me, his hand pressing my head down into his chest."Don't move," he hissed, his voice a low. A louder sound tore through the air—now that sounded like a gunshot. The screams from the ballroom increased and I could hear the frantic shuffling of people running for their lives."Boss! This way! The east exit is compromised!"I looked over Adrian’s shoulder to see his head of security, a huge man named Marcus around the corner with a gun in his hands.Adrian didn't let go of me for a single moment. He kept one arm locked around my waist, practically lifting me off my feet as he began to move. I stumbled as we rushed, but he hauled me up b

Serena’s POVI stomped away from Adrian, cursing him with every step. That bloody, deranged pervert! The nerve of him. Giving me rules like I was a bloody child and threatening me with jail time!!I had to endure this for eight and a half more months. Eight and a half months of being his "property,", of being controlled and treated like a prisoner. I wasn't sure if my sanity would remain intact by the time I gave birth to his child and the contract expired.As I moved through the crowd, I noticed many eyes straying towards me. Most men paused their conversations and their eyes lingered on my body, filled with lust. Most women whispered as I passed, their eyes lacking any warmth or adoration. But I was not moved by it. I was already used to this kind of attention. Growing up as the daughter of a millionaire, I was used to being the center of attention in any room. My father made sure of it.He always said, "A queen doesn't look for attention. She simply exists and the world adjus

Adrian’s POV"The perimeter was breached at the northern docks," the voice on the other end was distorted, a digital mask hiding the identity of one of my most trusted informants.“How much of the shipment stolen?” "They didn't steal anything. They just... looked. It’s a message, boss. Someone is scouting the territory."I tightened my grip on my phone. "And the source?""Unknown. They’re ghosts. And their trace is clean. Too clean.""Find the perpetrator," I commanded, my voice dropping dangerously low . "I don’t care what it costs or how many bodies you have to drop to find a lead. Bring them to me alive. I want to show them exactly what happens to those who think they can cross me."I ended the call, the silence of the room returning like a heavy cloud settling over me. Who could it be? The options were endless. And as I sifted through the list of possible intruders, a sound invaded the silence. I turned, expecting to see a maid or a guard. Instead, I saw her.She was coming d

“What are you doing here??” I stared at the door in horror.Adrian stood in the doorway, his tall frame blocking out the light from the hallway. My breath hitched in my throat as he stared at me. I was still halfway through changing, the dress clutched desperately against my chest, leaving too much to his dark gaze. "I want to dress up." I managed to whisper, my voice cracking. "Leave, Adrian."He said nothing. He didn't even make any moves to leave. His dark eyes slowly began to roam over my body. It wasn't just a glance, he looked at me the same way a predator eyes a helpless prey—his eyes were filled with a hunger, entirely unimpressed by my pathetic attempts to hide.I began to feel overly conscious. I was here, standing in the middle of the room, half naked, being watched by this pervert! I turned to bolt towards the bathroom. "Stop."The command was quiet, but it hit me like a brick wall. I froze in my tracks. My brain screamed at me to keep moving, to lock the door, to c

I was painfully aware of everything.The firmness of his thighs beneath me. The intoxicating scent of citrus and musk mixed together. The way his chest rose slowly behind my back as if he wasn’t affected at all, while my entire body was spiraling.My cheeks burned as I sat rigidly on Adrian’s lap. My nails dug into my dress like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. Keeping me composed. I shifted, only slightly—but it didn’t go unnoticed by him. I felt him grow against my core, and I couldn’t help the wetness that began to pool between my legs.My god, he was huge! His arm tightened around my waist immediately.“Don’t,” he groaned, leaning in until his hot breath brushed my ear. I froze, a chill crawling up my spine. “If you move again,” he continued quietly, his voice calm and deadly, “you’ll add more hours to your punishment.”The heat crawled up my neck, and I could already tell that my pale face had reddened, and I hated myself for it. I hated that my body reacted to

ELROY'S POVI watched her face when my father said it."We have a situation with our daughter Chloe."She didn't react. Just sat there with the glass of water in both hands, eyes steady. Most people shifted when my father spoke like that. That tone, measured and certain, the tone that meant a decision had already been made.Evelyn Reed didn't shift, she just looked at him and waited.My father laid it out. Chloe being in final year. Her grades were not where they needed to be. Three sessions a week at the house and double her current rate.He finished and the room went awefully quiet. She looked down at the glass for a second then back up."When would you need me to start?" she said.Not yes. Now I'll think about it. She gave a reply that gave room for her to decline if need be. My father almost smiled "As soon as you're comfortable.""Monday then."I looked back down at my book.Very Interesting.---She came on Monday at ten.I was already downstairs when she arrived. The laptop op

Evelyn's POV There were a lot in the hall. I took a glass of champagne from a passing tray and moved through the crowd slowly. Smiled when I needed to. Nodded at faces I half recognized from the faculty corridor. I didn't belong here. Not because anyone said it. Just because belonging felt a certain way and this wasn't it. I was about to find a quiet corner when I heard my name. "Professor Reed." Elroy stood behind me in a tailored black suit looking like he had walked straight out of something that cost more than my monthly salary. "You actually came," he said. "It was strongly encouraged," I said without looking at him. "You look different." "Different." "Less terrifying." I took a slow sip of champagne. "Give it time." He laughed. Low and genuine. It caught me off guard enough that I almost smiled back. Almost. The band shifted into something slow and low. People were already moving toward the center of the room. "Dance with me," he said. "No." "One dance. Harmless.

Evelyn's POV I blocked the number. My fingers were shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone twice before it went through. Then I put it in my bag and stood there for a second just breathing. The classroom was empty. Chairs still warm from the students that had just left. My notes still spread across the desk. Normal. Everything looked completely normal. I quickly gathered my papers, shoved them into my bag hurriedly and I went home. That night I couldn't sleep, I just laid in the dark staring at the ceiling, listening to every sound the apartment made. And by two in the morning I gave up. I sat up slowly in the dark and pulled my knees to my chest until my phone buzzed on the floor beside me. It was Anya. So I picked it up. "I didn't call you." "I know," she said. "I heard you moving around. Are you okay?" "I'm fine." I replied even though my voice sounded shaky. "Evelyn...." I exhaled. "I got a text today from Melvin" Silence on the other end. Then "What did it say

Evelyn's POV Everyone knew Elroy Vans, everyone in this city. But only a few families were affiliated with his and could have access to him. His face was on billboards across the city, sharp jaw, perfect hair. The Vans family funded half the buildings at Crestwood. Their name was on everything, carved into stone and metal like a reminder that some people owned the world and the rest of us were just passing through it. I expected him to be like the others. He wasn't. And that was somehow worse. He was worse than others in ways that unsettled me. Elroy sat in the third row. Always perfectly dressed, always early, always with a book open on his desk that had nothing to do with my class. Philosophy mostly. Sometimes economics. Once I walked past and caught the title and it was a first edition of something that probably cost more than my rent or even my entire earnings put together. He listened more than the others. Really listened, the kind where you can feel someone actually proc

EVELYN'S POV Anya worked at the small bookstore café I had walked into just to rest my feet. I wasn't even reading the book in my hands. Just holding it and staring at the page like I was doing something useful. "You're not from here are you?" she asked as she set a mug in front of me. Her voice was warm. Really warm. "No," I said. "Just arrived." "Looking for a place? Or work?" "Looking for both right now " She studied me for a second then smiled. "You look like you need more than coffee." I don't know what it was about her. I just felt it. Something loosened in my chest and before I knew what I was doing I was talking. "I'm trying to start over," I said quietly. She didn't ask questions. Just nodded like people said that to her every day. "My roommate moved out last month. Small spare room. Nothing fancy but it's safe." Safe. That one word was enough. "You don't even know me," I said. "Sometimes you just know," she shrugged simply. I don't know why I trusted her. Mayb

EVELYN'S POV "You think you're better than me?"Melvin asked me with his voice slightly raised. But I kept my eyes on my magazine and said nothing. "I'm talking to you Evelyn!"He fired at me whilst shoving me. "I heard you" I replied without looking up. "Then answer me!" He snapped at me then he snatched the magazine from my hands and flung it across the room. "All this reading, all these degrees, all this grammar. Who are you acting up for?" "I never said I was better than you" I said quietly trying to keep my cool. "You don't have to say it. I see it every day. That look you give me like I'm nothing." "What look Melvin, i was just sitting here reading" i finally looked up at him. "Don't talk to me like I'm stupid." "I'm not talking to you like anything, I was just reading, that's all" I said, keeping my voice flat. He laughed and shook his head. "You and this your reading. You know what your problem is? You think because you have a few certificates on a wall that makes you