Novels by Minnah

George’s fingers traced the inside of Thalia’s thigh slowly. “George, let's eat and have a dance, please…“Sssssh..”“George…” she called, her voice trembling, her nails digging into the polished wood of the table.He smirked, leaning closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about since you walked out in that dress tonight?”She swallowed, her body arching instinctively toward his touch. “W-what?”His hand slid higher, dangerously close, yet refusing to touch her where she needed him the most. His mouth curved into that dangerous grin that made her legs shake.“How sweet you’d taste spread open for me. Right here. On this table.”“George, I have shoots tomorrow and a party to attend, I won't be able to walk…”Her breath hitched, her thighs clamping together in anticipation betraying her words. But George wasn’t asking—he was already tugging her hips closer, pulling her toward the edge of the table easily. His chair screeched back as he went to

Thalia adjusted the strap of her dress one last time in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a softness she almost didn’t recognize. The short pink gown hugged her figure delicately, the silk fabric catching the glow of the bedside lamp and the color made her skin look brighter, she slipped her feet into nude heels, slim and sleek, and reached for her clutch.The house was quiet. The twins were asleep, their small breaths a faint symphony in the background of her thoughts. For once, she didn’t have to worry about little feet following her down the stairs or tiny voices calling her name. Tonight, it was just her and George.She inhaled slowly, reminding herself she had the right to smile, the right to be happy with the man she loves and who loves her back.George was waiting by the front door, dressed in a crisp navy suit. The shirt beneath was unbuttoned at the throat, leaving him casual yet effortlessly elegant. His hair, usually unruly from chasing the kids a

Rosy entered the car, closing the door softly behind her. The familiar leather scent mixed with Orion’s cologne wrapped around her, tugging at something deep inside her chest. She hadn’t been this close to him for hours, and even though she tried to keep her composure, her heartbeat betrayed her, racing in a way she couldn’t control.Orion didn’t start the car immediately. He just sat there, his eyes on her, his expression unreadable but his gaze intense enough to make her shift slightly in her seat.“You look pretty,”he said and she chuckled.Then, without warning, he reached for her hand, his larger fingers curling around hers before bringing it to his lips to kiss.“I missed you,” he murmured against her skin, the warmth of his breath making her shiver.Her lips curved into a small smile, soft and hesitant. “Me too,” she whispered, and those two words seemed to carry everything they hadn’t said all these years.They leaned toward each other almost instinctively, as though their bo

Delilah had been standing outside his room for so long that her legs ached. Franklin had locked himself in the room for almost five hours and she was worried about him.“Frank,” she called softly, her voice low, sounding tired. “Open up, son.”She had lost count of how many times she had said those words. Franklin hadn’t come out, not even for water. She knew he was inside, she could hear faint movements sometimes, the shuffle of footsteps, the restless pacing, but he didn’t answer.Delilah sighed, pressing her forehead against the door. Her hair brushed the glass as she closed her eyes. She wanted to knock harder, to demand, to order him to open, but she couldn’t. He wasn’t just her son anymore, he was a grown man with wounds she couldn’t force her way into.“Frank, please,” her voice cracked, but she bit down on her lower lip before tears could follow.For a moment there was nothing. Then, just as she turned to leave, the door clicked open slowly.Delilah stepped back quickly, sur

The ride home from the mall was unusually quiet. Outside the tinted glass of the black SUV, Paris shimmered under a soft glow—late afternoon, golden sunlight spilling onto wide boulevards, reflecting off polished shopfronts. But inside the car, the air felt heavy, thickened with unspoken things. Thalia sat with Tracey tucked against her side, the little girl busy swinging her legs as she stared at her twin brother across from her. George was beside Jay, his hand resting protectively on his son’s small shoulder. The bodyguards’ car followed behind, stacked with the shopping bags and boxes that had been bought that afternoon. Tracey leaned forward suddenly, poking her tongue at Jay like she always did when she wanted to annoy him. Her big eyes glinted mischievously, but there was a shadow of satisfaction in them too. “I'm happy, Jewel's mother did that, at least that would separate Jay from Jewel.” she said inwardly. Jay’s brows pinched together. He didn’t respond, not this time.

For a good thirty minutes George didn’t move. He just held her there, his body still pressed into hers, cock still buried inside her, both of them trembling in the aftermath of their release. The mirror was fogged, streaked slightly where her back had slid against it, a silent witness to everything they had done.“You always look so sexy anytime you come for me,” he whispered.Thalia let her head rest on his shoulder, her lips brushing against his collarbone as she whispered back, “You ruined my lingerie.”George chuckled, still breathless, pressing a kiss into her hair.“I’ll buy you a thousand more.”“You're not serious,”Her laugh was soft, almost weak, but filled with warmth. She drew back slightly, her hand cupping his cheek, thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “I love you,”His eyes softened at the tenderness in her gaze, and for a second the world outside disappeared.“I love you more and more,”she replied, her eyes watery.He kissed her again, slowly this time, savoring the ta

*NEXT DAY*9AM*The sun stranded through the window, his hands still on her hips, his head on her chest while her hands around his neck holding him firmly.He raised his head gently, carefully he removed her hand from his neck and focused on her face.He must really admit, this is the first time he slept so peacefully after his mother's death. Even sleeping pills don't work for him, he's always having countless nightmares.He smiled, his hand wiping the stranded hair on her face, admiring her cute face while she's asleep.His eyes moved to her lips,then to her chest,he could easily see her boobs from the transparent nightie she's wearing, the urge to do crazy things came and he almost welcomed it."Adrian, you are going crazy"He said inwardly.He really can't tell how he's feeling at the moment nor can he describe it. Whatever it is, I hope it ends well for him.Irma smiled before opening her, she yawned and her eyes widened to see Adrian staring at her.Yeah, she slept on the same bed

Mom"He screamed out and sprang up immediately. His face looking so pale and sweaty, shivering with fear,he hugged his knees sitting on the bed.Meanwhile Irma had gone to get water for herself in the kitchen when she heard the loud screams.She barged inside the room without thinking twice, since he's the only one around so obviously it must be from his room."Are you okay?"She asked worriedly and moved closer. He didn't think twice before hugging her tightly.Irma swallowed nothing, she hugged him back, his body was shaking so hard and he hugged her more closely and tightly.What happened to him?"Don't go please"He whispered and she slowly patted his back.She was shocked and didn't know how to react. Then she started caressing his hair softly, which worked.She made to break the hug but he held her back, his head resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat."Don't go, please"He whimpered.She closed her eyes,his scent invaded her nostril, getting a mixed feeling the way his he

"Husband!!"She retorted angrily. She stepped down on her feet to face him."Yes, I'm your husband! what if something had happened to you, you could've easily forced me to take you home!"Adrian shouted back."Are you even listening to yourself Adrian?Are you?!"Irma snapped.He darkened his gaze,her eyes staring at him with anger giving him a sting in his heart.Why does it hurt to see her angry? He should be happy and laugh."Forget about it,"He smirked and glanced at her shortly before leaving the room.Irma breathed out sadly and tiredly, she's just tired of everything. When will she ever be happy in her marriage? Will that day ever come?*WILSON'S MANSION*Tamara emerged downstairs dressed in her yellow mini gown, not too short, just covering her thighs,her hair in a ponytail,her sneakers matching her gown, looking beautiful. She's not gonna dress to satisfy anyone but to make herself happy.Rosy approached her with a file and she raised her brows at her."Mom, what's this?"Tamara a

(ZION'S MANSION)Zion stood at the balcony of his room, impatience crawling all over him. He was starving-no, worse. He felt like if he didn't eat something in the next five minutes, he might actually collapse.He ran back inside, rummaging through the kitchen. He didn't even bother with a glass,he grabbed a jug and drank straight from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.He sighed and walked to the door, his hand already in his pocket to pay.The doorbell rang.He didn't wait even a second before pulling it open.A soft breeze drifted in, carrying the faint smell of her perfume,her hair fluttered around her face, brushing against her cheeks.And just like that,time stopped and their eyes locked.For a moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them looked away.It was stupid how fast his hunger evaporated."Your package," Tamara said, her voice low.He took the food from her hand, fingers brushing hers, and signed the delivery book she was holding out.But he didn't give it

Anabel wouldn't stop thinking about Zion's proposal, she sighed, she did the right thing. Zion is just a poor guy with no status to her.She settled down in her room with a bowl of ice cream. She's with her friends as usual, Ava and Alice. "Alice, did you text Ryan?"Ava asked. "Yes I did, but he's not replying"Alice replied and sighed. "You girls are lucky, especially you Anabel, first you don't know who you want, Zion or Wynton but according to me Zion is better, forget about his status," Ava said. "Girlie, I think Wynton is good besides I'm not confused, Zion isn't my type, he's not as rich as Wynton, I need someone from my category." Anabel said bluntly,her expression seasoned with arrogance. "You don't know who Zion is, you know nothing about him and you're saying all this, because he came to the college through scholarship"Alice muttered. "He's a nobody, I know that"Anabel scoffed in denial. "I wish the guy could just look at me for once,he wouldn't have gotten himsel

Minutes later, Adrian drove back to the spot,he came back for her to force her to go with him. Surprisingly, she's nowhere to be found,he felt strange and suspicious. So quickly, she left like that. "At least I tried my best,"he said. He rolled his eyes, started the ignition and drove off speedily. *ADRIAN'S ISLAND* Adrian reached home,his driver took the car key from him. It's evident from his face that he's tired and exhausted. He met Noir prancing up and down in the living room waiting impatiently for him and Irma. Noir's face lit up,he stood rooted in his spot eager to see Irma behind Adrian. But he got disappointed when he didn't see anyone behind him. "Adrian, where's your wife?"Noir asked. "What's that supposed to mean? Irma isn't home yet?"Adrian raised his brows. "What do you mean? you were supposed to get her from the empire since you insisted I rest.... wait you didn't bring her home?"Noir said, his eyes filled with worries. "She refused to come with

(CHAPTER SIX)Khalid’s POVI never planned to terrify her. I never even planned to touch her that way. But curiosity is a dangerous thing, and I needed to know why she was so damn miserable that night my car almost hit her.That night wasn’t funny. Not at all, for a moment, I thought I’d lose a stranger because of my reckless driving. The doctor told me she had fallen into a coma from the shock. I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault.Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married.My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately.“Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”“Yes. Make sure nobody fi

CHAPTER FIVE(Jemima's POV)“Khalid...what are you doing?” I asked, my voice was too weak for the glare I forced onto my face.His hand moved with a swiftness I didn’t expect. He tugged at the belt of my robe, loosening it with one effortless pull.I gasped out loudly, clutching the fabric against me, panicking already. “Have you lost your mind? What do you think you’re doing? Listen, I’m not ready for sex yet and I do not—”But I didn’t even finish the sentence before he seized my wrists, dragging both my hands above my head and pinning them against the wall. His grip was strong enough to hold me, pinning me on the wall.“Have you lost your mind?” I struggled, anger igniting through my fear. “Let me go, you idiot!”His eyes were nothing like I’d seen before. I had seen him cold. I had seen him angry, but this...this was something darker. Something almost feral, and it sent shivers down my spine.“Will you answer my question or,” His head dipped closer, his breath hot against my ch

(CHAPTER FOUR) Jemima’s POV The window was my only friend tonight, since I had no one to talk to, I stood before it, my arms folded, staring into the starless sky as if it could give me peace.The night breeze slipped into the room, soft and cool, teasing strands of my hair and brushing them across my lips. But the weight inside me reminded me where I stood. Never for once in my twenty-five years of life did I imagine this, a night where I would stand in a stranger’s room, where I'd be a wife to a man I never loved, and let my life get signed away like a business contract. I had always wanted a family, a husband I would love, children who would love us both, a home filled with warmth. But not like this, not under the shadow of an arrangement I never asked for, not chained to a man who had no place in my heart. And yet, it was too late. Because I was already trapped in this loveless marriage. The thought made my chest ache in a way that no breeze could soothe. My heart betrayed

Chapter Three {Khalid's POV}From the airport, the driver drove us back to the new mansion I bought. I wasn't going back to the old mansion I used to live, a new mansion for a fresh start. Jemima was escorted to her room, since we agreed not to sleep in the same room. She set all the rules and he had no objection. She shouldn't meddle in her life and I wouldn't do the same. We're just destined to be stuck in this loveless marriage. I entered the room, my head hurts due to stress. Taking a shower and closing my eyes will do it. After having a nice shower, I sat on the couch. My eyes were red and I couldn't close my eyes to sleep. Not when the different flashbacks I didn't want to forget. A lot of things have happened in my life yet I numbed all the pain alone. But no matter how hard I had tried to forget the bad days of my life, I couldn't forget one day. *** Six years ago. I had negotiated contracts worth millions, flown across oceans for deals that could topple emp

CHAPTER TWO Jemima and Khalid stood before each other, to read out their vows to each other, framed by the arch of flowers, and the watchful eyes of hundreds of guests. Their faces were gloomy, distant yet strangely perfect together.To the crowd, they looked real, but anyone who looked closely will see it was all just a beautiful lie.Jemima glared at him, she flipped open the first page, the vows stated as follows;"I, Jemima Wilson, accept you Khalid Greyson as my lawfully wedded husband.""I, Khalid Greyson, accept you Jemima Wilson as my lawfully wedded wife."Jemima smirked, staring at him with so much hatred. It's really happening, she's taking vows with the same man that humiliated her in Chicago.The same man who yelled at her. When she was still working as his secretary, he was always harsh to her and never treated her nicely.If he could treat an outsider like that, how would he treat his own wife?She hates him and she despises herself for being his bride today.Khalid sa

CHAPTER ONE (Author's POV)Khalid was back to Paris, to fulfill his mother's wishes.He wasn't back for business, he came back to get married to the woman his mother chose for him. He had refused many ladies, just because he didn't believe in love anymore. He lost his spark and he doesn't think he'll get it back.But he finally agreed to marry this mysterious woman his mother chose for him.He could remember their last conversation."Khalid, you need a partner,a woman not just someone who'll warm your bed, you need someone who'll understand you, care for you, love you like you've ever loved yourself.""And is it so easy to find that one woman?" He'd asked her."I wasn't going to do this before but I think it's necessary,I spoke with my friend and we came to a conclusion"She said firmly."What conclusion?" He had asked wearily and she smiled."You'll get married to her daughter, Jemima."She said with finality.Khalid stared at her, though as if he hadn't heard right.Jemima?The name