Novels by Victor Obi

LEFTOVERSThe class buzzed with almost instantly. The moment Dr. Keller said they should pick their partners, the sound of chairs scraping across the floor echoed across the room as students began turning toward “Calm down," Dr. Keller shouted over the noise, slamming his palm against the desk. “Group yourselves in two and make sure you choose wisely. This assignment is worth thirty percent of your grade." Done speaking, he walked out of the class and turned toward the print shop. The door clicked shut behind him and the room grew louder. Everyone moved out of their seats to discuss with their pick their new partners. But Ethan remained seated. He played with his pen, spinning and passing it between his fingers skillfully as he kept his eyes fixed on his notebook. He didn't move immediately, didn't look around and said nothing. Still, even seated, he felt it–that strange awareness. It was like someone had their weighted gaze on him.Ignoring his instincts, Ethan slowly lifted his

THE TASTE OF REGRETThe house carried the strong smell of beer–one that Ethan knew too well. It mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the couch cushions and curtains, welcoming him as he opened the door. Coughing, he pushed through the ash cloud as he prayed his brother was already passed out. “Yo, genius." Another prayer unanswered. "Hey… come here.”Ethan muttered a curse under his breath, halting halfway down the hallway. Sucking air through clenched teeth, he turned to his brother. Jack Sanders laid sprawled across the couch, one hand holding a half-empty beer bottle, the other clutching loosely the TV remote. Cold pizza littered the coffee table before him and the TV buzzed with the sports channel, flickering blue light across the room. “Why you sneaking into the house?" Jake slurred slightly, squinting at Ethan. “You steal something? Are you past your curfew? Shit, is it past nine already?" “I'm not sneaking,” Ethan mumbled, adjusting the strap of his

KISS ME LIKE YOU HATE MECoach Daniels' sharp whistle rang out, echoing across the empty court. The sound of squeaking shoes and quickened breath filled the space as everyone huddled at a corner. “Alright, y’all pair up,” Coach Daniels shouted in a thick southern accent, as he grabbed a basketball from the ball rack and wrapped it with his arms. “We’re runnin’ passin’ drills.” Everyone scuttled around, scrambling to find a partner but Ethan remained by the bleachers, hoping Coach Daniels would ignore him. He knew exactly how this was going to end - he was either going to be paired up with Marcus who never passed the ball right, or with Gerald who would just wet the ball with snot. So, he refused to bother himself. But luck, as always, had other plans for him. “Sanders, Thompson," Coach Daniels shouted, causing Ethan to look up, a puzzled look on his face. “You two are a pair. Passing drills now." Ethan stood up, his hands raised up and brows arched as he tried pleading with him t

DREAMS, DESKS AND DIRTY THOUGHTSHis hands were everywhere and his kisses were like fire, burning with passion. Blake ran his hands over Ethan's body before pushing him hard, pinning him against the locker. The cold, metal surface bit at Ethan's skin through his shirt but he didn't mind it. He wanted to push Blake away, but the quarterback's arms were strong, holding him in place. Before he could react, Blake's tongue was already entwined with his, his right hand moving from his neck to his hair. “You like this?" Blake muttered under his quickened breath as he shoved his other hand under Ethan's shirt, pinching his nipples. Ethan gasped as he pulled Blake's head back, soft moans escaping his lips. “Shut up,” he whispered, voice trembling. His body betrayed him - hips shifting forward, hands finding Blake’s waist.Ethan could feel the jock's toned body under his hoodie and he wanted so much to run his hands over the chiseled muscles, feeling every curve. Blake chuckled softly, pulli