Novels by Fatma Alex

It's been two days since I fainted and somehow ended up having dinner with a famous CEO in Spain. Life Is strange like that. Since I didn't get the job at Banderas Ètoile, I now work at a small café near the bank where Camille works as a teller. On the bright side, I get to see her often so not a total loss, right?“He was so handsome, oh my God!” she squealed, practically bouncing in her seat. “And those biceps? He's tall, Isabelle. Tall.”“ Okay, slow down.” I smirked. “So what you are telling me is….you're in love with a cop?”“Mhmmm.” she nodded dreamily.“I thought you hated them.” I furrowed my eyebrows.“Not after I saw him.” She grinned, twirling a fork like she was in a rom-com.“How did this happen? Wait…were you arrested?”“ No!” she laughed. “There was a fight at the bank yesterday, so the police came. And that's when I saw him. It was magical.”“So…you talked to him? or was it more like telepathic communication?” I teased.Before she could respond,“ISABELLE MANUEL.” Aaa

“Why do you think you're a good fit for this position?” The hiring manager asked one of the candidates. It was the interview day, and since I wasn't busy I decided to sit in.“ I feel my skills are particularly well-suited to this position because..” a brunette began answering. But, I wasn't really listening. For some reason, I found myself looking forward to seeing the redhead I'd seen in the files. That wasn't normal for me, I never got excited about strangers. Yet something about her caught my attention.Time passed as the interview continued. Then, through the glass door in the adjacent office, I spotted a familiar face.Lucas.A tall guy with silver hair, with deep brown eyes under his glasses. He stood there with the cheesiest grin painted across his face. I stepped out to greet him. Lucas was a sommelier, one of those people who gets paid to taste wine.“You look like someone who tastes wine for a living,” I joked,pulling him into a hug.“You look like a rude workaholic CEO,”

“Are you really not going to talk to me? I am really sorry…I just automatically shut down when things like that happen.” I was trying to apologize for my depression. “ You are so hard to hate, you know that?” Camille said, almost smiling as she folded a shirt. She was cleaning up her wardrobe.Camille was my best friend, but really, she was more like a sister to me. She was a few inches taller, with soft brown skin and long black curly hair that reached her back. Her big eyes were framed by long lashes, and she had heterochromia: one eye a warm brown and the other a vibrant green. She loved food but somehow never gained weight,no matter how much she ate.“If I forgive you,you are going to make me those French shell-shaped sponge cakes,” She said, raising an eyebrow at me.“ Lemon madeleines. Got it.” I nodded, and she pulled me into hug.“ Before anything else,I have to tell you, I have an interview today at 11:00 am at Banderas Étoile.” I said as we pulled apart.“ Nooo way!” Camill

It had been one hell of a week, the funeral,condolences, visits,and company matters piling up like waves in a storm. Five days had already passed since we laid my father to rest, but the heaviness clung to me like an unwelcome shadow. And of course it was Monday. Since when have Mondays ever been kind? By 10:00am, my day had already sunk into chaos.Thankfully, I wasn't entirely alone. Mr.Carlos, my father's best friend and the closest thing I had to an uncle, stood by me. They weren't bound by blood,but their bond had been forged in loyalty and time. He was a bald headed man and now that he was old he had gray beards.“Are you even listening to me?” He calmly asked.“Yes..” I replied,though my gaze never left the city below.“ Son,I know it's hard,” He continued, “But this company needs you now more than ever. You need to be very strong for your father's legacy. For yourself.”“ I understand,uncle.” I muttered. Eyes still on the glass window watching the city below. Something had ca

Smoke filled the house,red flames licked the walls,painting the room in chaos.A woman's cries pierced the air. I lay in the floor, helpless,suffocating. I wanted to move, to scream,to escape..but my body refused. Frozen. Trapped.Then, as if someone heard my silent pleas, I was lifted,carried. The people who had come to help were pulling me from the fire. Our house was burning, I could hear her crying, calling my name as she was thanking the Gods that I was alive. Then the ceiling began to collapse. Muffled screams echoed in the distance. I tried to lift my head,to see,to understand, then…With a quick jolt, I opened my eyes. It was a dream. A nightmare that never left. I sat up, drenched in sweat, my breath ragged.My heartbeat pounded so loud it echoed in the quiet room.“These fucking nightmares” I muttered, glancing at my cat, who stared at me blankly from the edge of the bed. “Not helping, huh? Of Course not,it's a cat Isabelle.”I scratched her neck as I usually do. She respond