Novels by Morgan-Jebbah Justina

CHAPTER FIVEELENA’S POVThe thoughts of the message slipped my mind immediately I got another response from my client. I was given an approval which came with a generous bonus and tight final deadline. So I spent an immense amount of my time locked in the studio, fine-tuning every single shot from the session with Marcus. By the time I stepped out, it was past 11 PM and my body couldn't appreciate a good night’s rest any better. Still, a gentle sense of pride filled my chest. The campaign was finally complete.So I decided to treat myself to a baguette. They were my favourite and I hadn’t had one in forever. I walked down the street toward the shop.They were just about to close. I squirmed inwardly and rushed to buy one before they could pull up the sign and even got a bottle of white wine while at it.I thanked the lady and left. I wasn’t in any rush so I decided to walk home. The night air was cold but refreshing after being stuck indoors all day. London’s streets were mostly em

CHAPTER FOURELENA’S POVThe deadline for the House of Mugler Halloween poster was sitting on my head like a countdown to my life.I sat on the floor of my new apartment surrounded by prints and my laptop, rubbing my tired eyes. The campaign needed one more strong male lead shot. One that would serve as the centerpiece. Everything or everyone else I had seen was good, but it wasn’t ‘great’. None of them felt powerful enough to carry the powerful and dangerous ambiance I was in dire need of. And the campaign was just a day away. I sighed and lay back flat on the cold floor, in that instance my mind drifted back to Marcus.He had a well carved jawline and the way his shoulders filled out a shirt, had the masculinity I needed. The subtle intensity that his eyes carried was also perfect. Plus he had offered to model for me and right now, I was desperate.Before I could talk myself out of it, I got up, walked across the hall and knocked on his door.He opened it wearing a black t-shirt

CHAPTER THREEELENA’S POVAfter getting off the phone with Jade, we met up and eventually drove four miles out of town to the given address. The apartment building was nicer than I expected.Jade and I stepped out of the elevator onto the tenth floor, and I immediately felt the difference. It was wide with well-lit hallways and pretty beige walls. It had this calm and expensive kind of serenity that could instantly convince you it was secure. The unit itself was even better, an open-plan living room with huge windows letting in natural light, a decent kitchen, and a bedroom that actually felt peaceful.“Elena, this place is perfect,” Jade whispered, spinning slowly in the middle of the living room. “Look at the view! And the rent? It’s ridiculously low for this area.”I nodded, running my fingers along the smooth kitchen counter. It was indeed beautiful. Modern, safe, and far enough from Mike’s usual circles. But that was exactly what made me hesitate.“It’s too good,” I said quiet

CHAPTER TWOELENA’S POVMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I stared at the message on my phone until the screen went dark, then lit up again. “Happy breakup, Elena. You deserve better.”How did they know? I had posted it barely ten minutes ago. I didn’t even add a tag or location, it was nothing more than a black square. Yet someone already knew and not just anyone, it was this ShadowWatch92 person who had been circling me for weeks.I sank onto Jade’s couch, clutching my phone to my chest tightly as everything came rushing back to my memory at once.Mike had hidden his real life so well in the beginning. He had the most charming smile that would make you forgot what you wanted to ask him, always taking me on expensive dinners and buying even more expensive gifts, always whispering sweet nothings. I thought he was just another city guy with a mysterious job. Until the night I came home early and walked straight into hell.Three men had Mike on his knees, with a gun to his head. There wa

CHAPTER ONEELENA’S POV“Alright everybody, that will be the final shot for today. Let's wrap it up, you know tomorrow's another day.” I said as I adjusted my camera and walked back to my duffel bag lying on the ground.My shoulders ached terribly as I packed up the last of my lighting equipment. Another overtime shoot wrapped at 9 PM, this was my seventh day in a row. The studio lights turned dim as my assistant turned it off, it left behind a familiar ringing in my ears while the faint smell of metal lingered in the air.I loved this job. The camera in my hands always felt like an extension of me. It had been that way since I was twelve, when my foster mother handed me a disposable camera on a school trip and something just clicked. It wasn't just the shutter, but something in me. Photography was the first thing that ever felt like mine. Fully, completely mine. Nobody gave it to me and nobody could take it away. In every apartment, every temporary home, every uncomfortable situat