Novels by Asmira

I had one drink too many, and the next morning I woke up with a pounding headache. My parents were waiting for me at breakfast, so I dragged myself to the table, still half asleep.As the chatty housekeeper Seray arranged the trays, my mother stood by the window and said, “There’s been a lot of noise from the duplex next door lately. Seray, is something going on?”“Yes, Mrs. Aysel. I’ve been seeing new faces. I think they have overnight guests.”“Oh, could it be Mr. Sedat’s sons? Poor man’s been unwell,” she said with concern.“What’s wrong with him?”“His mind’s not right. He doesn’t even remember who I am anymore. At least Mrs. Rüveyda is with him, taking care of things. Alzheimer is a cruel illness. I know. My father had it too.”This time my father frowned. “Your father’s issues weren’t from illness. All his troubles came from his attitude. He didn’t forget anyone. I’m sure he was faking it just to keep you close.”“The man’s dead and gone, and you still hold a grudge.”“I don’t l

EthanI was surprised when Uğur, my sister’s husband from Istanbul, called me. Technically, we weren’t full siblings. We shared the same father but had different mothers. He was much older than my brother and me.After the usual greetings, he got straight to the point.“So listen, our Berat has a friend from university. Apparently her dad is going through a rough time. Berat begged me to help her find a job. Turns out her family recently moved to Elazığ. I thought of you. You’ll help out your nephew’s future lawyer friend, right?”“Of course, I’ll help.”“You’re the best, Ethan. Your sister sends her love. She says you all have to come visit during the holidays.”“Maybe this time you come to us. Things have been busy lately. I’ll send the jet for you.”“Oh, so now we’re talking jets? Alright, we’ll come then. Bahar is excited too. We’ll definitely make the trip.”“Alright, talk soon.”After I hung up, I called Arslan and asked him to come to the office. I didn’t want him thinking I wa

TWO DAYS LATER“Dad, can we talk for a minute?”He was smoking on the balcony. “Come,” he said.“I have an interview tomorrow for an internship as a trainee lawyer. But internships don’t really pay much. I was thinking… maybe I should look for a different job instead. If I make enough money, I could help with the expenses here.”“There’s no need for that, sweetheart. I’ll fix things somehow. Once this court case is resolved… Until then, we’ll manage at your grandfather’s place.”But we both knew it would take a miracle for things to truly get better. If he’d had real hope, we wouldn’t have packed up everything and come here in the first place.“How can Grandpa’s pension be enough for all of us? I want to work and support the family.”I knew if I didn’t insist, he wouldn’t allow me to take just any job.This was the second time I had stood up to him. The first was when he wanted to remarry just a few months after my mother passed away. It broke me. I had objected to his marriage to Özg

Melis When Berat held my hand and asked, “When should I come ask your father for your hand?” I was caught completely off guard. I hadn’t expected something like that. Normally, I should’ve been excited, but instead I froze. Maybe I’d lost my trust in men after my mother passed away and my father married his assistant almost immediately. “We don’t know each other well enough yet. And university isn’t even over. I want to stand on my own feet first. I’ve already started researching good internships for after graduation.” Berat frowned. “Your dad owns a huge company. Do you really need to work?” I shrugged. “Maybe. But like you said, that’s my dad’s company. I have no intention of being his in-house attorney. I’ve spent years studying law to become a divorce lawyer. Hopefully, my first case will be my father’s.” Berat looked at me with disappointment. It was the same look my dad gave me. He gave me that exact expression when I said I didn’t want to defend chickens in a corporate o

Ethan The creak of the door echoed softly through the storage room as I grabbed the breathless man by the hair and shouted, “Why did you beat your wife!” The man, in his thirties, trembled in front of me. I signaled to the two men beside me to bring the bucket of water. “Keep his head underwater until he comes to his senses. And if he doesn’t, then he’ll take his last breath as his lungs fill with water.” He begged, “Please, sir, I’m begging you, have mercy! I didn’t mean to hurt my wife…” That’s when I pulled the gun from my belt. “The lawyer is at the courthouse. There’s no lawyer here. Only my authority. For example, how about I put a hole right in the middle of your forehead, Fikri?” I asked. “It won’t happen again. I swear. I’ll sleep at her doorstep until she forgives me.” “There’s no such fairy tale! Tomorrow, at the courthouse, you’ll give your wife whatever she asks for and get divorced. If she forgives you afterward, that’s her own stupidity. And if she doesn’t and