Novels by LERATOLAKA CHRISTIANGIRL

While Ave and his man drove Bella to her home, the silence sat heavy between them. Mr. White sat in his car; the engine purred, steady, indifferent. The driver steered toward the office. He did not feel like going home. He felt hollow. What he wanted most was to kill the ego that gnawed at him to kill the small, hot failure that burned low in his chest. He brought his hand up and slammed the screen in front of his seat. The glass cracked, then spidered, then surrendered. Tiny shards tinked like distant rain.“WHAT THE HACKKKK…” The sound tore out of him, long and rough. Veins rose on his forehead, slow and swollen. His face flushed, heat spreading across his cheeks. His jaw locked. His fists thickened as if carved from stone. Rage unfurled in him, slow and animal.“I AM MR. DOMIKOV WHITE.” He spat the name carefully, tasting each syllable. “A sly viper. A maker of widows. A man who makes his enemies tremble.” He let the words sit. He drew breath. “Not a weak, pathetic pest.” Another b

"Why in the world are you following me? Didn’t you say you were letting me go?!"Lilly’s voice sliced through the empty road, sharp and defiant. She threw her hand in the air, attitude dripping from every movement. Her eyes cut toward Ave, Victor, and Kane sass practically glowing off her like armor."You’re not afraid of death, are you?" Victor muttered, rolling his eyes with a tired kind of menace."If you wanted to kill me," Lilly said coolly, "I’m sure I’d be long gone by now."Her tone was flat, careless like she’d grown bored of the whole idea of dying.Ave tilted his head, lips twitching. "Okay, Miss Pretty Face," he said dryly, "how exactly are you planning to get home in the middle of nowhere? You gonna hike?"Pretty Face.He thinks I’m pretty.A small spark flared in her chest, but she buried it fast. He’s cute, sure. But not my type. She rolled her eyes again, hiding that flicker of warmth beneath a wall of sarcasm."Wish you’d just kill me already before your annoying fac

"Where am I? Who are you!!!?? Why am I in this place?! Is there anyone there? Do you know who my father is?! He won't spare you!!! You've made a great mistake!!"Lilly’s voice ricocheted off the metal walls, slicing through the stifling silence of the abandoned warehouse . Her wrists ached from the ropes. Cold concrete pressed against her back. The air smelled like rust and dust.Outside, three of rivens men Ave, Kane, and Victor stood guard across the broken doorway."Oh my, this woman is soooo annoying," Kane groaned, dragging out the word as if it pained him physically to say it.Victor rolled his eyes so hard it almost made a sound. "The mute girl was far from this girl. She seems like a cheap rat," he sneered, arms crossed, leaning against the crane."I said, get me out of here, you low-life losers!!!" lilly shouted again from inside ."If she shouts again, that'll be the last thing she'll ever do." Victor muttered through clenched teeth , voice thick with threat Ave, usually t

Bella sat on the warm carpet; its soft furs comforted her as tears fell onto the vintage, see-through glass table. Her entire life so far had been nothing but a lie a cruel game played in the shadows of her world. None of it was real. The happiness was a lie. The warm hugs, the comforting words, the thoughtful gestures all of it, every single moment, had been part of a savage, merciless lie.How could he do this to me? she thought. Was my mother also a mafia queen? Did she die because her enemies caught up to her? Or was it truly sickness that took her away? Which part is the truth, and which part is the lie?But… Mom would never do that to anyone. She taught me how to walk the right path. She was a woman of faith, full of light and joy. But what if even that was a lie?Sometimes, she would have small scratches on her hands and burns on her wrists though she was a great cook. She always said she burned herself while baking or got scratched while tending to the roses in the garden.

"You see, Bella, your father is not whom you think he is, unfortunately. He’s just a wolf a cold-blooded monster, almost like me, but far worse. Because of his cold-hearted greed, he turned me into the man I am today. Yet, I must give him credit for that, or else I would have been a pathetic, weak man. He saw danger coming, yes, but it came with deadly consequences, didn’t it, Mr. White?" Riven asked, his tone sharp, his stare dead as he walked toward Bella and stood close too close, enough to irritate Mr. White.“Step away from my daughter, Riven. She has nothing to do with this,” Mr. White muttered through clenched teeth, his fists tightening.“Oh, oh—” Riven mockingly gasped. “It’s unfair, isn’t it? Unfair because now it’s happening to your daughter, mmm? You’re just lucky I’m only ruining her life. Otherwise, I would have ruined you and your entire bloodline just as you destroyed mine. You eliminated my whole family, and it’s unfair, Mr. White! Every action you take has its cons

A tear dropped from Bella’s eyes. Her heart was shattered in pieces. Fear filled her soul. What had she done to this man for him to hate her so much, she wondered, a second tear falling like a slow confession from his heart.A sharp stab pierced through Riven’s chest. For a moment he was taken aback by her tears in that cold, stone heart, a fire burned. That fire made his pulse strike at an unusual tempo. His anger vanished and, for that split second, he felt remorse an emotion he hadn’t known for a very long time.Bella looked down at her hand the hand Riven had held forcefully. Her wrist throbbed where his grip had been. She looked back up at him again. With no words left, that was the only way she could plead, the only way she could communicate: a silence that spoke louder than any sentence.Without breaking his gaze, he gently let go of her wrist. Tears spilled from her eyes as she clasped her hurting hand. She looked at him one more time before turning away and walking off, le