Novels by lizzapen

After the maid left the room, I tried closing my eyes again, hoping I was just in a dream. Maybe this was just a trick the afterlife brought. But when I woke up thirty minutes later, I was still there…in the room filled with luxurious furniture and antiques that looked like the room belonged to a queen.This was really happening. I had truly been REBORN.I didn't know what to think about it, so I just stared at the door until a series of knocks was heard and I watched the door open. Three young ladies walked in with a hanger trolley carrying beautiful dresses.“We're here to prepare you, miss,” the Maid from earlier came forward and announced.I stared at her for a few seconds. I had read stories of people who died and then got reborn. Most times, they weren't recognised in the new life. It was as if they had been in that new world living a life they weren't even aware about. If that was my case, that means no one would know I wasn't supposed to be in this particular life. I would hav

I ran down the hall to my room, my breath feeling like a big lump in my throat. My child…my children. My own husband killed all of my three babies because they weren't boys. Oh my God!“I need to get out of here. I need to leave before he finds out about the child I'm carrying,” I whispered while panting as I ran down the hall to my room. But just as I ran past Bianca's room which was close to mine, Bianca’s voice stopped me.I wanted to ignore her, go to my room and just pack up to leave the city for good, but her next words stopped me dead.“Yes, doctor… I need a new batch of hormones. The nausea has faded — I need to keep the symptoms going or Drake will notice something’s off.”My chest tightened.What was she talking about? I couldn't help but think that something was fishy.Why would she need a new batch of hormones?Was she__“My bloated stomach is beginning to reduce, doctor. Can we increase the dosage? We need to make this pregnancy more believable.”Hormones. Fake pregnanc

I didn't remember how we started, but I could still remember how good his hard thrust felt. I thought I had gotten my man back. Sweet nothings rolled in and out of my ear and I could not stop telling him how much I missed him.But the morning after that, Drake was not in my bed. And when I walked into the kitchen, the sight of Drake and Bianca making out was what greeted me the next morning. I wanted to throw up at that instance, but instead I ran.Bianca's mocking laughter followed me, but all I could hear and see was how Drake had held her ass firmly while he f*cked her mouth with his tongue.It hadn't gotten to an hour after the scene when Bianca badges into my room with a sly smile.“Oh…poor baby,” she cooked innocently, but I could see the mischievous amusement dancing behind her eyes.“Go away, Bianca,” I choked out amidst my tears.“No, no, don't do that. I know you're hurt, but that's not enough to push me away. It's all your fault, you know,” she chuckled softly.“What?” I a

In a matter of months, I became the ‘other woman’ in my matrimonial home.Drake and Bianca became glued to the hip. They had stopped hiding their affairs and even felt very comfortable being romantic in front of me.The first time I caught them together, Drake had hurriedly jumped off Bianca's half-naked body like she was a plague. “Avery," he muttered with a wide look, sweat glistening over his smooth tanned skin. The skin I had once enjoyed running my hands through while he kissed the hell out of me. But I couldn't even bear to look at him at that moment. My husband and my sister/best friend were having an affair.I felt my heart squeezed in pain. It was so physically painful I could hardly release a breath. A tear dropped down my face as I looked down at my sister whose face was now flushed with embarrassment.“How long?" I whispered or more like croaked since I was now sobbing lightly They didn't respond. But I could not leave the scene without some sought of explanation.“Why?

Darkness.It surrounded me like a million claws as I fought against the anxiety rising up my throat. I curled on the cold floor, my limbs shivering as I recalled the cold words of my dear husband.“You'll rot in here for your wickedness, Avery. You tried to kill your own sister because of your jealousy!”I screamed out loud when the image of him dragging me across the hard floor to the basement burnt into my head. I begged and begged. I even promised not to meddle in their affairs or stop him from marrying her. But it all went to deaf ears.I pressed my hand against my ear, as I laid on the cold concrete floor, my thighs folded underneath me, shielding my slightly swollen belly, like just that could protect the baby growing inside me. Hours_or maybe even days since I've been locked here and I've only been fed stale bread and watery soup.There was no window, no clock, just the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, unable to provide any amount of light but buzzing like it was mocking