Novels by Uche Praise

Chapter 12Her voice cracked a little.“He’s my best friend. My… Silas. And now I’ve gone and caught feelings I shouldn’t even have.”She rolled onto her side, hugging a pillow like it might keep the ache away.“He doesn’t care,” she whispered again, trying to convince herself.“He doesn’t. He’ll never care.”She pressed her face into her pillow, voice muffled and shaky.“It’s stupid. I’m stupid. He’s my best friend. I was supposed to protect him, not—not fall for him. And he doesn’t care. He never—not when he has another girl—” She continued to say bitterly.“Who said I don’t care?” A voice cut her off.Her whole body jerked.That voice, it better not be who she thought it was, maybe she was just hallucinating.“Who said I don’t care, Mel?” Silas said again.She turned slowly, dread and shock rising together.There he was, sitting on her window frame.Right there.Listening.Tears filled her eyes instantly.“I— what are you doing here?” She asked the first question that came

Chapter 11Naomi's Mansion"What's that look NAMI, are you scared of me?" Lewiston's voice came out cold and restrained.Naomi scoffed and gazed at him."Scared—of you? That's not the right word to use lewis, I'm not scared of you, I want to kill you, I want to see your corpse, I want so many bad things to happen to you." She lied through clenched teeth."Too bad none of them would happen anytime soon—," Lewiston paused as his cigarette dropped on the floor, his shoes pressing it down.He suddenly started moving towards her, steps slow and dangerously calculating. She moved back with each step he took, she had even forgotten she didn't close the door, so she was unknowingly going outsideBefore she her legs could move out, lewiston held her with an hand and closed the door with the other.Naomi tried to move away from him, but Lewiston was faster.He grabbed her waist and pulled her back, his breath warm against her neck.“Don’t run,” he said quietly, deadly calm.“You know

CHAPTER 10~~~[•ONE•WEEK•LATER~GERARD’S MANSION•]One week after the chaos at the NMC Library, things seemed calmer on the surface… but underneath, tension ran like electric current.Lewiston hadn’t shown up or contacted anyone.Not a call.Not a message.Not a shadow.And that silence was what kept Naomi pacing her living room like a restless ghost.She wasn’t scared—no, Naomi was never scared of Lewiston.But his silence? That was unnatural.And unnatural things never ended well.Gerard walked in fresh from a shower, the scent of his cologne filling the room,he stared at Naomi who was sitting on the couch. He dropped beside her, his arm naturally sliding behind her shoulders.“Still thinking about him?” he asked quietly.Naomi stiffened. “Gerard, don’t start.”He exhaled. “You haven’t been yourself all week.”“I’m fine,” she muttered.“No, you’re not.” He shifted closer. “You flinch when your phone vibrates. You stare off when you think no one is watching. And

_____ CHAPTER 9[•ROYALTY•PRIDE HOSPITAL•An hour ago•]The ward was empty with only Naomi laying on the bed with the sound of the machine.she was fast asleep,her breath was steady until the door opened and he stepped in.Lewiston.His face blank showing no emotions, steps commanding and aura dangerously cold. Each steps he took his face turned deadlier,his jaws tightening and his lips twitching.The more closer he got to Naomi,the more the air in the room got heavier. He finally got to her side, staring at her with contempt and a flicker of worry flashed across his dark cold eyes. His hands shot out,as if he wanted to strangle her.Naomi's eyes opened slowly,turning on her back slightly to face Lewiston. The unmistakeable hatred flashing across her pale face. She sighed,and muttered sickly.“Lewiston Carl,I didn't die” She stared at his outstretched handLewiston's expression still remained the same even when she said those words.“Remember what I told you last,I

~CHAPTER 8~~~[•ROYALTY•PRIDE•HOSPITAL]“Daddy—?”,She called,going to lewiston who stood like a statue.Speechless was an understatement of what he was right now. This little girl looked too much like Naomi. There's this sudden pull he felt when she looked at him with those innocent eyes, especially when she said the word ‘Daddy’.The chance of this girl being is daughter is a 70 over 100 percent—Heck! That's not possible,He was sure she wasn't pregnant before he left,so how come there's a girl who looks so much like her and why is this little girl calling him daddy? What exactly is going on?Before he could think of what to say, alessandro beat him to it.“He's not your dad lily,get away from him,,,,” he said,then pointed at Gerard who stood with a ‘What's Going On Look?’.“That's your mum's fiancee,therefore he's your dad” He finished.Lily looked from Lewiston to Gerard,confusion swirling in her bright eye. The man on the left didn't look anything like the pictu

CHAPTER 7~~~~He didn't stop,he couldn't stop. As the kiss spiraled,so did Lewiston's rage. The knife went deeper,slowly,wanting to make Naomi taste the pain.He was sure his lips would be bruised and swollen with the rate of her bites. But he didn't care,he just wanted to hear her cry,to make those beautiful tears fall. Disappointingly,they didn't fall. Naomi didn't make a sound,her eyes were teary and her forehead was a sweating river. Sweats rolled from her forehead down to her half opened cleavage. She kept thrashing,biting and struggling against Lewiston's hold,but he didn't let her go.Blood spread down to her short white skirt,droplets of blood from their kiss also dropped on it.He wants her tears,he would never have it. She would rather die than make his wish come true. “Hmm…” Came her involuntary groan when he twisted the knife a bit,her face was masked with pain,but there was a hint of stubbornness too. Deep hatred played like fireworks in her eyeballs.“More! I nee