Novel-novel oleh Chommy

ELENA'S POV“Elena Hart? Is there an Elena Hart here?" I quickly took in a deep breath and smiled. “I'm here," I immediately answered, standing from my seat. “I'm here. I'm Elena Hart." The lady standing at the door looked me over, clearly unimpressed with my look. Sighing, she turned to the side, gesturing for me to follow her. I gave her a half smile, my worn shoes clapping embarrassingly against the polished tiles. I rubbed my sweaty palms against my blouse, my lips quivering as I followed closely behind the lady. I couldn't tell if it was the cold air seeping from the air-conditioning or my nerves but I found my teeth chattering uncontrollably. “Right this way," the lady said as she led me down a small hallway.We walked past people working behind desks. They all had their gazes fixed on the monitor before then as they typed away on their keyboard, not even sparing me a glance. At least they were better than the girls in the waiting room. We finally stopped in front of a wid

Chapter 4ELENA'S POV I closed the door behind me before turning to the open window. Elijah sat in the back seat, playing with the toy truck he had insisted on bringing. Then, he turned to me, his eyes lighting up as he grinned. My heart melted at the sight of the little creature in front of me. “Hey, baby," I whispered as I reached in through the window, ruffling his hair. “I'll see you later, alright." Just as I turned to leave, his tiny voice stopped me. "Mommy… when will I start school again?" His question hit me with a quiet ache. I bit my lip, glancing at Clara who sat behind the wheel, watching the both of us. Sighing, I opened the door and crouched beside him, clasping my hands around his.“I… I don't know yet, baby,” I replied gently, a sad smile tugging at my lips. "But if everything works out well with my interview, you'll be back at school, playing with Sam and Leo before the week ends.”He nodded slowly, his attention returning to the little red truck in his laps. “Ok

Chapter 3ELENA'S POV “Elena." I turned, groaning as I placed a hand over my ear, trying to drown out the voice calling my name. “Not now," I mumbled, my face squeezed as I tried pulling myself back to sleep. “Elana, wake up." I shot my eyes open, blinking at the figure standing in front of me. As my blurry vision cleared, I found Clara staring down at me with a worried look across her face. She wasn't wearing her scrubs anymore, and had her bag slung over her shoulder. “Clara?" I mumbled, a small frown forming on my face. “You're not in your uniform." “Yeah," Clara answered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears. “I'm actually heading home now. I'm done with my shift." My frown deepened as her words hit me. “You’re done with your shift?" I asked and she nodded. "Fuck.”I grunted as I shot up from the hospital seat I had crashed on last night. My neck ached and my head banged from the noise that had filled the floor. The hospital was livelier now and the golden light st

Chapter 2ELENA'S POV My fingers grazed the pendant on my neck, my lips quivering as I stared at my motionless grandma. The pendant had been a gift from her when I had given birth to Elijah. Back then, she seemed so full of life. And now…I sighed, wiping my tear-streaked face with the back of my hand. Where did I go wrong? That question had haunted me for a long time now, and what hurt the most was that I had the answers. Damien Cross.The name alone dragged me back to that night – when Clara invited me out, wanting to celebrate her promotion at the hospital. I still remembered the name of the bar as if it was yesterday. “Bar Seraphine," I said with a small chuckle as I dropped my bag on the table. "You really have a good taste, Clara.”Clara shrugged, chuckling as she sipped her martini. “A Nursing Coordinator needs to have class," she said and I snapped my finger while I laughed. “So, you're having your own office now," I said, stirring my margarita mix with the tiny cocktail

Chapter 1 I groaned, stirring on my bed as the soft ring of my alarm echoed across the room. Grumbling, I lazily stretched my hands and turned it off before rolling onto the other side of the bed. As I laid there, taking in the fresh morning breeze seeping through the cracks of my windowsill, it suddenly dawned on me…It was a school day. My eyes shot open and I sprang up from my bed. Swinging my door open, I raced out and hurried down the hallway to Elijah's room. “Eli, wake up," I called gently as I turned the doorknob and walked into the room.Sprawled across the bed was Elijah, my three year old son, snoring softly with his blanket half on his floor. His toy truck, the one I had saved for months to buy for his third birthday, lay tipped over his tiny hand. I crouched beside his bed and picked the toy as I brushed his messy hair to the side. “Wake up, baby," I cooed. "It's time to get up.” Elijah stirred on his bed before looking up. His tired eyes met mine and he smiled, show