Novels by ocornerwrites

As the city skyline appeared visibly clearer in the fading fog, so did Evania’s relentless thirst for Marcus's freedom. Her zeal to meet Thomas’ associate drove her punctuality to its peak. She's already at Wendy's, a small coffee shop by the road, sipping her usual latte as she scrolled through her phone as early as seven a.m.The young man arrived later on, dressed in a sleek white cotton shirt and black fitted trousers. His hair fell back and his broad chest stretched the cotton shirt to its limit. He looked around the balcony where a few green umbrellas harboured the coffee drinkers, his eyes searched the entire place then finally landed on Evania, the radiant and friendly look prompted him to approach without hesitation.“Glad to finally meet, I'm Graham Foster.” He said, sitting on the other end of the black vanished wooden table.“You know who I am, so I'll just be straight…” She responded, throwing her phone back in her handbag and taking her final sip before covering the cup

“Sleeping on your job is punishable by company law,” Becky teased, her voice a contrast to the quiet lonely apartment.Evania having dozed off, awoke to the pile of newspapers and magazines dominating the table, next to a pile of printed articles. It was late__past midnight but she wasn't ready to face Jonathan’s wrath again. Becky her only company had stayed the night to help her compile the report on Yelena’s online newsletter.“You're really going this far to impress a spoiled rich-ass big boy, huh?” Becky wondered, her tone tinged with a layer of sarcasm.“What's wrong with that anyway, you know I have to get Marcus out of Wandsworth,” Evania replied, her voice a low hiss in the silence of night.“Well, then stop dozing and finish up,” Becky advised.Evania gazed at the phone, already midnight, her squinting eyes turned to the laptop screen, she began to type again as the clatter of the keys instantly filled the quiet night air.“Why is he so consumed by the Russian girl? I know t

Evania had just stepped out of a meeting when her phone rang. As she reached for it, she found Elizabeth outside the meeting room. Elizabeth was visibly upset, her face folded, she called out to Evania before she could answer the call.“Evania! The boss wants to see you right now,” Elizabeth exclaimed, her voice sharp with urgency.“I’m in the middle of a meeting. W-what does he want?” Evania stammered, pressing the phone back to her left ear.“I wonder why he’s so inclined toward you,” Elizabeth mused, her tone tinged with curiosity.“Seriously, Elizabeth, you of all people should know I’m not in his good books,” Evania retorted.Meanwhile, Jonathan sat in his office, scrolling through his tablet. On the screen was a photo of a tall, red-haired woman with sharp, inviting eyes. His mind drifted to the past as he gazed at the image.Suddenly, Geoffrey opened the door and signaled to Evania, who entered the room. Jonathan quickly put away the tablet.“Please, have a seat,” he said. Evan

Evania took a deep breath as the morning air swept over her face, manifesting a fresh start.She walked right through the main entrance and headed to the lift. As the doors opened, her eyes met with a group of men dressed in black suits, Jonathan stood in the middle wearing a red tie. “Are you coming in or are you waiting for the next shift?” Jonathan inquired as the two other men stared at her.“I-I’m heading for the s-stairs,” Evania stammered, turning away.“Get in, these two gentlemen have daughters too, they cannot harm you, right Geoffrey?”Jonathan said, his eyes fixed on Geoffrey.Evania walked in and stood beside Jonathan as the lift cruised upstairs. On the seventh floor where she worked, the morning rush had caught up with everyone, phone calls and the chiming sound of machinery filled the entire space. Evania walked to her cubicle, opposite Becky's. “Keep coming late and soon we shall all be back in Camden selling fruits,” Becky whispered, her eyes wide open“Becky p

The employees and their superiors stormed the famous La Casa, a renowned Italian restaurant on Hoe street, all of them dressed in sleek and corporate attire. The restaurant had hosted an exclusive dinner party celebrating a hard-won contract.Unexpectedly, Evania, the project editor was invited too.Elegant wooden chairs encircled the dinner tables, their arrangement a blend of intimacy and sophistication that prompted connections. Evania found herself seated beside the imposing figure of Jonathan, the blue-suited CEO, his presence a quiet storm. Elizabeth, the managing director, rose gracefully, an empty wine glass in hand, tapping it with a teaspoon. She hit the glass with the teaspoon and sent a chiming sound throughout the room.“First, let me welcome you all to this extraordinary staff dinner—and most importantly, our esteemed CEO, Mr. Jonathan Walter,” she said, as a wave of applause erupted from the crowd, swallowing her words.“…as you all know, we are all here to celebrate.

A yellow taxi parked beside the prison walls of Wandsworth on Heathfield Road, Evania came out and walked through the prison gates. She was late but that didn't deter her from seeing her brother.Mr. Thomas sat outside the legal interview room waiting for her, his bald head shone under the dim light.“Time waits for no man, Evania,” he whispered, as she sat beside him.She gasped. “I’m trying, Thomas. God knows I’m trying.”He shook his head, eyes sharp with doubt. “Are you sure, or it's getting worse?”“No, I'm good,” she replied, her voice cracking.Thomas leaned in,“Becky told me about your suspension. Is it true?”“Yeah, it is,” she said, her voice barely heard, almost a plea. “The drugs do help with the pain, but it’s still there.”“I know anxiety isn't easy to deal with,” Thomas conceded, a bitter edge to his smile.“What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, old man.” Evania chuckled, taking in a deep breath.Thomas Moore,a long term family friend and Marcus’s lawyer, was a