Novels by MIFF BOOKS

RAPHEAL I never believed in fantasies nor ghosts nor unnatural suspensions. But as I stared back at Serafina, it dawned on me that some things were beyond human recognition. The world had stopped moving. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to make sense of her. Yet nothing came to mind. She didn't even blink. God! I could shit my pants right now. “Baby…” my voice came out weaker than intended. She didn't respond. Her gaze just remained fixated like she was glaring at something I couldn't place my hands on. Another shiver crawled up my spine and I nearly lost my balance. Her rose tattoo blinked again. “Ohh fucking..” “Boss?” Ruben's voice increased my panic. I can't allow anyone see this. It should end with me. “Rapheal?” He only calls me by my name when he's pissed. His footsteps were fast approaching and I was yet to decipher my next actions. The door to the room pushed op

SERAFINA. Your instincts can sense when something is about to happen to you. I had already sensed mine on my way home after fighting with him. While the sudden blurry vision from tears, aching heart and muffled scream was expected, the dark presence that chilled my spine wasn’t. By the time I had gotten home, it had etched so deep I didn't notice the lights that didn't come on, when I yelled Alexia. I was so deep in guilt until I laid down on my bed after a warm bath, only to see the shadow lurking above me. My eyes flashed bright red but I wasn't swift enough. He already had my throat. Thrashing was useless. I felt his power all over me. For a while, I wished the spirit would just take me. At least that way, the guilt I felt would disappear. But I knew better.. Missioniers never died unless they were killed by the guardian. This was simply torture. For my unruly actions. And I gladly accpeted my punishment which drifted me into a

RAPHEAL.Background song: My tears ricochet by Taylor Swift. She had done more harm than good. But knowing Serafina, that smug look on her face was proof enough that she wasn't one bit regretful of the fact that she had put herself in harm's way. For all I care, Delanxy might have stabbed her or did something more outrageous. This woman would really be the end of me. If it was other times, I might have downplayed it but not today. My eyes were already blazing with anger on how morally grey she could be sometimes. So she had better had an explanation instead of an attitude. Her cream bag was slung over my shoulders, as I gripped her wrist and practically dragged her back to our private room, ignoring the curious stares from the people around. God I hated to confront her. “So?” I arched a brow at her after shutting the door behind me, finally able to face her since that rukus. “So what Rapheal?” She rolled her eyes. Riled the more, I tightened my sq

SERAFINA. Kill or get killed.. My spine froze from the coldness of the air that hit us as we stepped into the conference room, which was a massive auditorium situated at the heart of the hotel. It was designed into a descending semi-circular structure with rows of cushioned seats where the reporters were seated. Office chairs and a mahogany table were also arranged on the stage where the board members sat like defendants in a court case, scrutinizing Rapheal and I. But every other image blurred as my eyes fell on Delanxy who wore a vicious grin on her face. Her navy blue blazer gown clung to her like a second skin, highlighting her curves, well toned legs and black knee high boots. Though she let her hair down, they couldn't cover the wickedness laid on her face. And if it couldn't get better, our seats were opposite each other. As if sensing it, Rapheal pulled my hand a bit while we strode to our seat. Thankfully, his own was next to mine. “Here comes the cou

SERAFINA I took one last glance at the mirror where my reflection appeared in two states, a woman dressed in a sleek chocolate brown long-sleeved high-neck top with an asymmetrical button down design, paired with wide-leg trousers, a cream handbag and cream pair of slingbacks. The second state was a dark shadow stretching across the room with long wings and a sword dripping with blood. My days were counting down and I had just three days to leave Rapheal. But I wasn't going to dwell in that. I had to make sure everything went well so that I could leave him with a small sense of appreciation. Styling my hair which was increasing with each passing second into a high ponytail, I retouched my lipgloss, picked the car keys and headed downstairs. Just by the winery, our eyes met and locked with each other. He was dressed in the white pinstripe suit I had selected for him. With its wide peak lapels, gold button, flap pockets and matching trousers which he wore ove

SERAFINA There were two kinds of dangerous men in this world. The ones who knew they were monsters. And the ones who loved so deeply they would willingly walk into hell with a smile in their faces. The city lights blurred beneath the tinted windows as I leaned against Rapheal's shoulders, lazily tracing invisible shapes on his palm. And when my eyes wandered, I caught his eyes dragging slowly over my body, filled with enough hunger to burn cities down. “You're staring again,” I murmured. He smirked. “Can you blame me? That silver dress on you should be illegal.” I glanced at the choice I made just at the last minute when Ruben informed me of Don Columbus' whereabouts. I had to play my cards again just before tomorrow. My eyes rolled before I could stop them. “You're being dramatic.” He planted a kiss on my bare shoulder. “Let me.” So I did. My mind was more focused on the pending matters. “You look too stressed for this, Rapheal.” I

POV: Audrey.Background song: TV by Billie Eillish. The cruel hours of the night creeped in rapidly and soon I found myself staring at the reflection in the mirror. While the yellow dress was clasped to my body, the black sequin dress that Lexan sent to me lay on the bed seeking my attention. My choice wasn't going to sit well with Lexan. Guilt washed over me as I pondered on what to do. Alexander won't even care if I wore one of his dresses but my mind was leaning to the sunshine dress. Giving myself one final look in the mirror, I grabbed my purse and stormed out. “Ma'am, you look gorgeous.” Charles complimented nicely. “Thank you Charles.” My voice fell flat. “Are you okay ma'am?” He asked knotting his brows. “I don't know Charles. Do you think I should have worn the dress that Lexan sent?” I looked up at him like he had a solution. “Ma'am. I think you should go with what your mind accepts.” The reply was precise. I nodded at him and headed to

POV: Audrey. The bright light seeping from the window nearly blinded me as my pupils struggled to adjust to it. Rubbing my hazy eyes, I sat up lazily. Butler Charles was standing near the curtains, hands clasped behind him like he had been waiting for me all morning. “Good morning Charles. You are reporting already?” I asked fuzzy. “yes ma'am. How was your night?” “Very well dear.” “Is Alexander home yet?” “No ma'am.” My face fell instantly. It's been two weeks since we got married and the last time I set my eyes on him was the party night. In the midst of his sneaky charade, he got a work call and vanished since then. The worst part? I couldn't even decipher if he was really tied up with work, avoiding me or if he had other women outside. Talk about taking me to your galaxy but you disappeared even before the wedding could end. “Ma'am, are you okay?” Charles asked, his voice low with concern. “Yeah sure…. I'm fine.” I said trying

POV: Alexander The sound of my voice made the crowd resonate in fear as I walked towards Jimmie with pride and took her hand in mine. She had been gone for quite a while and the guests were getting suspicious. Prior to searching for her,I noticed the chaos going on, only to find her amidst it. “What do you think you are doing?” she asked, staring at me intensely. “Thank goodness you are here Alexander.” Sophia whimpered. “This b*tch here ruined……” but I cut her short. “Not another word Sophia. I really don't care about what's going on but, no one gets to insult my bride. I'm only letting you off because of mom.” “but Alexander she…” I already knew it was about her dress. Jimmie did a damn fine job ruining it. “Meet Charles for your dress.” I finished coolly. Sophia glared at Jimmie like she had just snatched one of her toys. She and I grew up together and we're usually mistaken for siblings. She wasn't a bad person but spoiled– thanks to my mom

Audrey Alexander and I walked down, the majestically designed aisle, of the party venue. The aisle was lined with a beautiful red carpet which was lavishly designed with lavenders, roses and tulips making them scream not just luxury but also royalty. The party room was an open garden, which was situated at the heart of the hotel. It had a kidney shaped swimming pool in it which looked comforting. They also illuminated stars from the lights beneath them, causing the pool’s surface to embody the sky. I could literally jump in it and forget all that just happened but, I wasn't a good swimmer. The cotton garlands lining the garden could almost be mistaken for a roof. It was beautifully decorated, with white and green roses, which was a matching color with the carpet grasses. The lights which hung from them, shone brightly and were being aided by the stars that embraced the sky. Everything looked perfect and for a moment, it felt as if the heavens were in support of what

POV: Alexander The last thing on my mind was getting married. I wasn’t interested in women and the fact that most of the women I have ever met, were just after my wealth, tops the cherry on the cake. Perks of being the most eligible bachelor in Edinburgh. As a meticulous and calculated person, I really despise getting into unexpected situations like getting married to someone whom I have never met, on a random Friday night. It felt as if I was being obliged on what to do and I really despised that. My mom can be so unreasonable at times. I walked through the lobby, ignoring the polite bows from the staff as I made a beeline for the private elevator. The few shots I had taken were playing tricks with my head and without my glasses, everything was a mess. The elevator dropped me off at the last floor of the building and I found my way out. I was headed to my suité when a slender figure behind a slightly ajar door caught my attention but I couldn't

POV: Audrey The sinister scene before me made reflex tears stream down my tearline, ruining my mascara. I felt like my world was crumbling before me. Wanted to speak but I didn't know which felt heavier—my lips or my heart. Breathing suddenly felt like a crime. My parents stormed in immediately. Turning to my mom, I yelled, “Mom!!” My knuckles turned white from how hard i gripped my ruffle skirt. “This is some kind of prank right?” I inquired but my mom rushed past me into the bathroom. Crouching down slowly, she lifted Jimmie from the bathtub into a sitting position and touched her face lightly. Her face was elegantly dolled up and glistened in fine beads of sweat, her hair was packed into a loose messy bun, her locket sat prettily on her slender neck and, her blue sundress was stained at the waist hem, from the hairpin driven into her lower abdomen. “My poor child!” “Who could have done this to you!” my mom sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. My