Novels by Fullness Elochukwu

LAURAXavier's penthouse was absolutely beautiful. There was no words to describe it. The view was breathtaking even at night. Floor to ceiling windows with a breathtaking view of the city which spanned out like stars, expensive furniture that blended with the color of the marble walls. Everything was perfect and cold, just like him.I stood in the entrance with my duffle bag, suddenly aware of how out of place I was. Xavier walked past me into the living room and two people looked up from the couch."Xavier, you're back," the man greeted. He looked younger than Xavier, and I recognized him from the funeral. Xavier's brother. He smiled when he saw me. "And you brought company.""Lucas,Juniper, this is Laura Grey," Xavier said. He didn't look at me when he said it. "She'll be staying here."The woman, Juniper, stood up slowly. Her beauty was intimidating and when her eyes swept over me from head to toe, I could tell she f

LAURAI stormed into my adoptive father's office the next morning without knocking. Alex looked up from his desk, startled. Esther sat across from him with Jennifer beside her. This was good, I wanted all of them here so they could hear what I had to say."Is it true?" I demanded. "Did you offer Jennifer to the Blackwells as payment for your debt?"Alex and Esther didn't look shocked much to my surprise, they only shared annoyed glances. Jennifer just rolled her eyes at me."You were never supposed to know that. How did you find out about that?" Alex stood up slowly."Well, answer the question."He walked around his desk and leaned it. "Yes. It's true. I borrowed three million dollars from Daniel Blackwell five years ago. The business was failing and I was desperate. I went to Daniel and he offered me a deal. I could pay him back in installments or I could offer Jennifer's hand in marriage to his son when she turned twenty two."My st

LAURAGrace's funeral was today. As promised, Xavier sent a car for me; a Mercedes car with tinted windows. The drive down to the venue was quiet and I sat in the back seat wearing the only black dress I owned. Compared to the shiny black leather seats in the car, it felt like I was wearing rags.The funeral was holding at a church cathedral on the north side. I haven't been to this part of Chicago before. This was the wealthy, expensive division and my mouth fell open as I regarded the skyscrapers and the beautiful horticulture lining the streets. This was where people like Xavier lives.We pulled up to the cathedral and I was surprised to see the crowd milling about the entrance. I thought it crazy that this amount of people showed up for her funeral but not one of them visited while she was in the clinic. Hundreds of people in designer black clothes stood around talking in small groups. I recognized some of them from television. There was a senator, and

Laura's POVThe black roses arrived at nine in the night. The doorman brought it up to me with a smile on his face. I set them on the kitchen counter, as I tore the card open. I already knew who it was. Donovan Ritcher. A male patient who had fallen in obsession with me and was stalking me now. He was very frightening.The message on the card read; "you can't hide from me, sweet, sweet Laura. Soon you'll be mine."The card clattered on the floor as it fell from my trembling hands.***My second shift usually ended by 11pm and so when I reached the packing lot of Chicago's Memorial hospital, it was almost empty. Most of the day staff had left hours ago. I didn't like the emptiness at all. For all I know, Donovan could be in the shadows stalking me. Even worse, most of the florescent lights were burnt out.I heard footsteps behind me and started speed walking, the footsteps started speed walking too."Laura wait!"Shet, I k

LAURAI took her hand in mine as I checked the her vitals and her pulse. I noticed that her heart monitor beeped slower than it had this morning. I couldn't help but feel the sadness growing in my heart as i watched my favourite patient slip little by little everyday.Grace Blackwell.A successful business woman who walked through the doors ready to conquer six months ago, with an optimistic look set on her face. Now, cancer has turned her into the shadow of a woman who walked through the clinic. Her shiny skin was now looking rippled like crumpled paper, her beautiful silky hair taken away by the aggressive chemo.Having checked her pulse, I let go off her hand but she squeezed mine tightly."Laura dear," Grace's voice was strained. "Don't go. Please.""I'm here, Mrs Blackwell" I whispered back."Grace," she corrected, "how many times will I tell you this?""Grace," I muttered with a small chuckle."Sit down pleas