Novels by Silva Anderson

Maria's POV “Hurry up sweetie, we are going to be late!” I called from the doorway, glancing at my watch.“Oh Nikky, not today,” I muttered under my breath. “Mommy's running late.” “I'm coming mommy,” Nicole replied from inside the room. “I'm trying to get my shoe lace tied.” Today is my first day at ‘The Royale’s Hotel’ and the last thing I need is to show up late.“I'm done!” Nicole shouted.“That's good baby. Now, hurry, grab your coat, and let's go.” I picked up her bags and hurried out of my apartment, locking the door behind me.“Mommy slow down,” Nicole complained from behind, “you are going to drop me.”“I’m not baby, mommy is just… well nervous,” I assured her.“Because of your new job,” she asked curiously.“Yes baby, it's because of my new job, and I'm already running late on my first day” “You are going to do great, Mommy,” Nicole squealed.We arrived at the bus stop just as the bus was about to depart.“Good morning Mr John,” I greeted the bus driver.“Now be a good g

Maria's POV Beep. beep.I could hear the sound of the machine beeping, I opened my eyes and shut them back immediately. The room was too bright.Opening my eyes again slowly this time, I saw myself in a hospital bed.“What am I doing here?” I said, struggling to sit up.“Doctor! She is awake,” the nurse who walked in yelled.Soon enough, the doctor came in holding a chart and a stethoscope. He placed it on my chest, checking my heartbeat I think. He checked my eyes with a small touch and also my pulse.“Maria, you need to rest, your body collapsed due to the shock and stress.” He instructed after the examination.“Doctor, where is my mom?” I asked, not believing what he had last told me.He sighed, “ Maria, we did our best.”“She is really gone” I sniffed, “she left me all alone.”And as if all my organs were finally working, streams of tears flowed from my eyes. Not being able to control it, I wailed helplessly.The doctor and nurse left, giving me space to mourn.After what felt l

Maria's POV “How much is your offer.” “Double of what you ask for,” he replied calmly “I will do it,” I whispered. A nod was all I got. I'm here selling myself off and all he could do was nod? He stood up slowly, adjusting his cufflinks, “Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes and he left.” “That's it?” I mumbled. He sure do know how to exit. The ride was quiet; a pin could be heard if it dropped. I took a glance at the person next to me, and he was scrolling through his phone. His face tightened, as if he had received bad news. “He didn't even ask what I needed the money for, not that I wanted him to anyway. What more can I expect from a business man, it's always business” I sighed loudly. The sound of the car stopping jogged me out of my thoughts. “Follow me,” he said and stepped out of the car. I got out and ran behind him. The glass door slid open without a sound, and the cool air invaded my privacy, caressing my skin. The chandelier hung beautifully from the

Maria's POV Hospitals were my biggest nightmare because they decided life and death but now it's the only hope I have.The machines around her beep slowly, oxygen tubes rested beneath her nose.“Hi mama,” I said, sitting close to her and adjusting the blankets over her.She looks thinner today; her skin has paled, and her lips are dry, but she's still beautiful.She opened her eyes.“My Maria,” she called out faintly.“Save your strength mama, I'm right here” The doctor walked in holding her chart. He drew blood for some tests, I could tell it hurts from the way her eyes tightened.“Everything will be fine, Mama, the doctors are going to make sure of that,” I assured her.“Maria, how are you,” she managed to speak“Look at me mama, I'm doing fine,” I lied.She looked at me with sad eyes like she knew I wasn't telling the truth.“Mama you have to get better for me okay.” She just nodded“I brought you some of your favorite fruits”“I don't want any.”“You need to eat mama, don't you

Maria's POV I sat there in silence, watching as my whole life slowly crashed in front of me. Taking away everything and everyone I loved. First, it was my father, and now this, when will all this end? The room felt smaller and smaller with every passing minute. I felt suffocated, not by the smell of alcohol or cigarettes but from how life chose to treat me. With a heavy heart and no more tears left to cry, I stood up, changed into my uniform quickly, and stepped out of the restroom. Music buzzing, bottles clicking, cigarettes, perverted men, how I hate this place, but the pay is good and right now money is the only thing that matters. “Get me two bottles of whiskey!” Someone shouted. I turned only to see Mr. Luke, one of our regulars, wasted as usual and was still asking for more. “Go Maria, serve him,” the bartender handed me two bottles with pleading eyes. Nobody likes attending to him, because he is loud, rude, and also a womaniser. “Fine, I will go,” I took th