Novels by Onete Benard

I didn't drink last night nor did I smoke anything so why the heck am I seeing things?There was no way in hell the Legendary Killian Greenberg was standing in this room.I'd recognize him even in my dreams. Tan skinned, long black hair he keeps plaited, ears pierced with small earrings, and the tattoos snaking up his arms and neck. This was the real deal. This is the real Killian Greenburg, my hockey hero and nerd 2.0 just called him dad?“He's your father?” I turned to Jericho.“Well, duh.” She shrugged.My shoulders slumped. Now, I can see the resemblance. They had the same black hair, tanned skin and even the same colour of eyes. Jesus. This freak is my hero's kid?Killian turned to me and sighed. “I'm sorry about what my daughter did. I'm sure she didn't mean to escalate her overzealousness so quickly.”Jericho looked away and pouted.“Yeah.” I think I stopped breathing when he shook my arm. Then he turned to Jericho, “As for you, young lady, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

People won't stop following me.I mean that's a good thing, right? I've always imagined being a celebrity and the paparazzi following me. Hell, I'd always wanted to say “no pictures, please,” but not like this. Not when I'm running from the so-called paparazzi.“Miss Turnpike, I need you to answer my question.” A middle-aged man said as he ran behind me.“Stop following me!” I screamed at him.“I can't do that. This story's too good to pass up.” He called out again“Too good? Who the hell follows a college student with a camera?!”“A reporter and that's my job! The question, honey. I'm gonna need answers!”“Go away!” I ran past a small cake store when an arm suddenly grabbed me and I vanished into the alley.I tried to scream but his gloved hand closed my mouth.“One peep out of you and that's it.” He threatened.I'd recognize that voice anywhere. I threw my eyes open. “Ajax!”“Can you keep your voice down for once?! You're like a human jukebox!” He whisper-hissed as the reporter and

“A promising hockey player flashes fans with nudity? Who the fuck wrote this?!” I hurled the newspaper across the room and it landed with a thud at Thomas's feet.He picked it up and smirked. “Well, the cameraman did get a good view of your dick.”“One more word and I'll kill you.” I glared at him.“Says the man flashing his genitals at his fans.”“That was a mistake! Some bitch snuck into my bathroom and pulled down my towel!” I hissed.“How could you let down your guard like that? You know how crazy fans can get.” Alfred, the voice of reason in our group, said.I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I was too busy handling Missy.”“Did she cheat again?” Thomas slumped against my couch and sighed.“Yup and I'm done with her.” I hissed. My phone buzzed with another notification and I winced. It was probably a coach. He'll kill me for sure.“Was that coach?” Kobe asked.“What do you think?” I sighed.“The man is so pissed. I heard he broke a hockey stick.” Kobe said.I rolled my eyes. “He's

God was a man. I knew that much because the man in front of me looked like one.Honey-brown eyes, a jawline sharper than my future, and a body sculpted by the divine. I believe my jaws dropped to the floor when his familiar body bangs against the glass. Ajax winked at me, his grin toothy and wide; and I nearly died.I screamed, my fingers squeezing Marie's as I jumped like a kid. “Did you see that, Marie? He told me he loved me.”“No. Ouch.” She pulled away and massaged her fingers. “He only winked at you. He does that all the time to his fans.”“No but this one was a very unique one.” I return my gaze to the hockey match, my eyes following every move Ajax makes.“He's so dreamy.” I smiled.“Eww! Stop drooling at my boyfriend.” The water bottle hit my head in a loud chunk and I whipped around to find Missy Cooper laughing with her friends.She was not wearing a jersey like most of the women in the box were. She was wearing a jacket with Ajax's number on it. Your guess is right. She's