Novels by shukurahsanusi

Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the dim lights—she wasn’t in the hospital anymore. Where was she now?She sat up on the bed, eyeing the luxurious room. The doctor had said it wasn’t unusual to fall unconscious now and then after the surgery, but who had brought her here "Kai?She stood up from the bed and walked towards the glass window. It was raining. The rain violently splashed against the glass, and she could see her faint reflection, reminding her that she wasn’t who she used to be anymore; she was someone entirely different now, living to accomplish a certain goal. Her brows pulled together, and then she left the room. She was greeted with a grand hallway; although the lighting was dim, the luxury couldn’t be hidden. Taking more steps, she saw a door at the other end left ajar, leading to a terrace. Kai stood there, his broad back to her as he made a phone call.“I can accomplish my goals without the need for an heir, which is why the thought of getting married sickens me.”

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. She winced as her eyes took in the white lights. Her vision adjusted to the lighting, and she took in her environment.Her gaze swept through the luxurious hospital ward. How did she get here? Her head ached as she tried to remember what had happened, but it only throbbed more.Despite being a hospital, the sweet scent of lavender danced in the air. Clara tried to sit up on the bed, but it was a task she found impossible.“You’re awake.” The deep baritone voice jolted her. She turned her head to see a handsome man standing a few feet away from her bed.Jet-black hair, cold blue eyes, pale pink lips, and a sharp jawline. He had a rather broad chest, and he was incredibly tall not to mention the clothes he wore made it clear he was from a wealthy background. Who was this man? More importantly, why was he here?“Do you remember what happened to you?” he asked, his voice calm and soothing.Clara shut her eyes, trying to remember how she had gotten here. All

The cold, gloomy weather, the thick clouds, and the low chants of the priest—all synced with the loneliness that now consumed her.Clara watched as the priest said prayers for little Claire, her heart hollow, her eyes sunken in, making her look dead herself.A few of Claire’s teachers from school were the only ones who bothered to attend the funeral. Everyone was dressed in black. Little Claire’s casket was placed on a silver table.The priest finished the prayers, and Clara was the only one allowed to see little Claire one last time. She stared down at Claire’s lifeless corpse, her skin akin to that of a ghost.She was dressed in her favorite blue gown, one she vividly recalled her wearing when she played the role of Cinderella at school.Her wide grin and cheerful laughter were now replaced by a hollow look—the gore. She had promised to take her to Disneyland during their school break. She never knew her little bundle of joy wouldn’t live to see that day.A drop of tears fell from h

Clara really didn’t know what happened next. All she could feel were the doctors dragging her out of the ward while she thrashed, struggled, and screamed.No! Not her daughter! Clara struggled to get back into the ward, to be held by her daughter one more time, to bask in her happiness and cheerful smiles, to be called ‘Mama’ one more time.Her daughter couldn’t die, not when she had her whole life ahead of her; her life couldn’t be cut short this way.“Claire!!!!!” she screamed, hoping her daughter would wake up, hoping her daughter would prove to them all that she was alive and well.None of that happened, though. She continued lying motionless on the bed, unmoving, never to rise again.……….Her eyes were swollen with tears; she couldn’t cry anymore. All she could do was stare blankly.Her daughter had been snatched away from her in the cruelest manner ever. She had been murdered in cold blood. The most bitter part was that she had died on her birthday too.Well, nothing could beat

Who would’ve thought a bright, sunny day filled with laughter could turn so dark in just a moment?Clara stood under the shade of the beach umbrella, watching the kids run around in the sand, their squeals rising over the crashing waves. Her little daughter, Claire, had been all smiles earlier, wearing her pink birthday dress and twirling like the little princess she believed she was. It was her 5th birthday party, everything seemed perfect.Even though her husband, Ken, hadn’t shown up—not that she expected him to anymore—Clara kept her smile on. She didn’t want to ruin Claire’s day. She’d gotten used to doing it all alone.Her eyes moved slowly across the beach. That’s when she noticed—Claire wasn’t there.She scanned the party again. The laughter, the music, the crashing waves—they all seemed to blur into one low hum. Her chest tightened.Then came the scream.A sharp, bone-deep scream that made her heart stop.The glass of wine slipped from her hand, hitting the sand with a dull t