Novels by chisomonyemah

Pearl POVThe room went deadly silent. Reaper swore under his breath.Brick looked like he wanted to disappear.The man’s expression shifted from suspicious to something almost resembling... respect?"Flinn's daughter," he said slowly. "Heard you'd run off to California. What brings you back to this shithole?""My father's funeral," I said coldly. "And finding out who killed him.""And you thought we did it?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Sweetheart, if we'd wanted Flinn dead, he would've died years ago. We had an understanding, him and me.""Then who?" I demanded, frustration bleeding through. "Who wanted him dead?"Venom studied me for a long moment. "You really don't know, do you? Flinn kept you in the dark about a lot of things.""Then enlighten me."He shook his head. "That’s not my place. But I'll tell you this for free, you're playing a dangerous game, little girl. Walking into enemy territory, asking questions you're not ready to hear the answers to. You're going

Pearl POVThe bass from the music vibrated through my chest as I stepped into the Viper's Den.It's a rival club's bar. I had no business being here. Vienna would lose her mind if she knew I came here to do the thing she warned me against.And Zander? He would probably lock me in my room like some damsel in distress.But I wasn’t going to sit around and wait for answers to fall into my lap.My father was dead, gunned down like some criminal and I needed to know why.The police had written it off as "gang violence". They always did if one of the bikers got hit. I wasn't going to settle for that. Someone in this world knew what happened to my dad. And if Zander and the rest of the Iron Wolves weren't talking, maybe the Vipers would slip up.I had dressed for the part: tight black jeans that hugged my curves, a leather crop top that showed just enough skin to be distracting and leather boots,the last gift from my dad on my birthday.My long hair fell in loose waves down my back and a l

The words felt like a punch, knocking all the air out of my system. I stared at Zander, really stared at him, waiting for him to grin and say that he was pulling my legs. Then I'd curse him, call him an asshole for making such a dry joke, only that it didn't happen. He didn't grin, his expressions remained hard, his jaws clenched. Then it hit me, the realization that this was not some fucking dry joke or Zander pulling another one of his annoying pranks. I stepped back and shook my head. “ That's impossible! You are fucking lying.” I screamed, unwilling to believe it. Zander's gaze never left me and I could see it, the pain, the grief he had concealed earlier. “ Pearl…” Zander called, taking a step closer. “ Stop!” I screamed. “ Don't come any closer! Don't fucking do it until you tell me you are lying.” The desperation in my voice could not be hidden and the tears I had convinced myself didn't look demure fell. “ I wish I could do that but this is the reality

“ Let's break up. You are not the one for me.” The words felt like a hot slap,the weight of them landing on me, crashing my heart into a thousand tiny pieces. I stared at Ryan,my boyfriend of two years with whom we had finally agreed to get engaged,ready to tie the knot. “ What?” I chuckled nervously, hoping and praying that he would burst out laughing and tell me that he was only pranking me. But the serious look on Ryan's face told me that this was not the joke I was hoping it was. “ You heard me Pearl! I don't want this anymore. I don't think I can push through when I don't even love you.” If the first batch of his words was harsh,I don't know what to call this. After dating for two years and getting my hopes up,what did he mean by he didn’t love me? Was this some kind of a joke or something? Was everything a lie? “ Ryan—” I called,my voice breaking. “ Don't give me that expression,Pearl. I agreed to date you because I thought it was fun to have someone who loves me. But no