Novels by Lizzy Aik

Loretta“I don’t see any reason why you should add other people’s job description to yours,” Martha said with that mocking tone of hers, her eyes narrowing at me as I walked behind her desk. I walked past her balancing a small tray with Mr. Owell’s coffee on it. I didn’t bother responding, what was the point, dumb Martha always had something to say, always itching for an opportunity to put me down. She actually thought I enjoyed doing part of her job, like carrying coffee to the boss, as if I didn’t already have a desk full of my own tasks to keep me drowning until late evenings.In truth, I hated walking into Mr Owell’s office, stepping toward his door makes my skin crawl, he makes feel feel uncomfortable, the way his eyes follows me around in the office, the deliberate touches he pretends to be accidents, more than once I have caught him staring at my boobs or ass, and him deliberately assigning Martha’s job to me. And dumb Martha liked to act as if I was trying to get close to th

LorettaI arrived in New York that weekend, dragging my small suitcase behind me as I stepped into the airport’s arrival lounge. The noise was overwhelming, honking horns, hurried footsteps. I was finally here.Tonia insisted on picking me up, even though I told her several times that I could just take a cab. I should have known she wouldn’t take no for an answer, cause there she was, leaning casually against a sleek black Benz, that was gleaming under the sun. “Girl!” she squealed, rushing toward me with open arms, we hugged tightly. I slipped into the passenger seat, sinking into leather so smooth, the scent inside, clean and expensive. This wasn’t the old beat-up Toyota I remembered her driving during our university days.“Wow, Tonia,” I said, running my hand along the dashboard, “this car looks new, and it smells like it too. How on earth are you affording something like this, We only graduated not too long ago.”She grinned, slipping on her shades. “I told you, New York change

Loretta It almost felt like the universe had finally decided to side with me when the documents from my husband arrived that morning. I had been pacing the living room for hours, restless, but the moment I opened that envelope and read the content, it was as if a heavy weight had lifted off me. For the first time in days, I felt a strange sense of relief.I had spent the entire day moving from one corner of the house to another, happy that I was free. It wasn’t because I was happy about being married, not at all i despised this marriage with every fiber of my being. But the discovery that my husband despised it too made the whole arrangement far less suffocating. The documents revealed that our marriage was nothing but a contract. A contract that clearly stated we would only be bound together for three years. After that, we would go our separate ways, with no obligations, no ties, no shared life.Another clause in the agreement was that our marriage was to remain a secret. No one out

Asher PrescottThe stack of paperwork sat in front of me like a mountain, my eyes burned from exhaustion and my patience was nonexistent. I leaned back in my leather chair, exhaling a sharp breath. This was the fifth assistant I had fired this year alone. Five in eight months, I do not enjoy the reputation of being a cold, impossible boss, but if people insisted on making stupid mistakes, what choice did I have?Tonight’s disaster was inexcusable, it was past nine, and instead of reviewing the finalized documents for a billion-dollar deal I was signing at noon tomorrow, I was staring at the wrong file altogether. A merger contract had been swapped for a marketing proposal. I grabbed my phone and dialed my secretary, “You gave me the wrong documents,” I snapped. “If I don’t get the correct file on my desk tonight, in my house, don’t bother showing up tomorrow, consider yourself fired.” I ended the call before she could stammer out an excuse.I raked my hand through my hair. Why do I a

Asher PrescottI held her head down as she worked her mouth on me, lips sliding, tongue moving like she knew every trick in the book. I couldn’t even remember her name, and honestly, I didn’t care. She was one of the strippers from my club, I love my women easy, disposable and forgettable. But damn, she was skilled.My head fell back against the headboard, my grip tightening in her hair as I pumped harder into her mouth. She pressed her nails into my thigh, holding on, eager to please. When I spilled into her throat, she swallowed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before standing.Her hands went straight for my shirt, fumbling with the buttons like she was desperate to get more of me. I slapped her hands away, pushing her back toward the bed. I was just about to unbuckle my belt when a hard knock came at my door.“Dante, I know you’re inside, i need to talk to you.”My grandmother’s voice.I froze instantly, my jaw tightening, with an annoyed exhale, I fixed my belt.“She can

I stood frozen as they lowered Grandma into the ground. This was the last time I’d ever see her face, the last time I could pretend she was my anchor in this world. It still felt unreal like any second, she would rise and scold me for crying too much. But she wasn’t coming back, she is gone, the world felt emptier than I ever thought it could.She had been my everything after I lost my mom as a child and my father… well, he wasn’t dead, but he’d been gone for over ten years. Grandma said his life crumbled because of gambling. He lost everything, properties, money, even his pride. Loan sharks dragged him away when I was about five, I remember clutching Grandma’s hand as strangers dragged my father out of the house, yet he still tried, in his own broken way, to check in. He would show up once in a long while, bruised and tired, holding me tightly before disappearing again. Later, when the visits stopped, letters came instead, promising he was working to repay his debts so he could retur