Novels by Temiloluwa Monisola

Club Hollow“Dance for me,” Daniel said, patting his thigh. “On my lap.”Serena’s playful smirk vanished instantly. She stepped off the pole, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she stopped just out of reach.“That’s not what I do,” she said, her voice husky and edged with a defiance that made something twitch inside him.It wasn’t just the words that stirred him, it was the way she said them. Her tone drew a line he was forbidden to cross, and that made it all the more tempting. Suddenly, Daniel stood, drawn to her like a moth to flame, his tall frame closing the distance between them.Serena didn’t retreat, but her body tensed. Her breath hitched as he stopped just inches away. The air between them crackled, thick with tension. He could smell her jasmine, laced with rebellion. It was intoxicating.He lifted a hand, almost instinctively, reaching for hers.“Don’t,” Serena warned, her voice low and firm as she stepped back. Daniel’s pulse raced, not from anger, but from

Marcus jolted upright as the door creaked open and Daniel stepped inside.Without a word, Daniel walked over to the couch opposite Marcus, grabbed the bottle of vodka, and poured himself a glass. He downed it in one go.Marcus blinked in surprise."Wait... I thought you left me for that dancer. How come you're back so soon?"Daniel set the glass down with a dull thud."I wanted to ask for her name, but she vanished within minutes."He poured another shot, his expression unreadable. But his mind was still there, in that dim room. Her hips swaying, that intoxicating confidence in every move.The way she danced... the way she moved her waist, seductive and fluid, like she didn’t even need to try. 'She stirred something in me. She’s different,' Daniel thought.Marcus tilted his head, watching him closely."Oh, I see... You know, I can help you get her," he offered, crossing one leg over the other.Daniel’s gaze met his."And why would you do that? We both know nothing between us comes fre

The person in front of her was none other than Victor Crane, the infamous loan shark.The moment she set her eyes on him, she knew she was in trouble.“Hello, princess,” he murmured, his voice calm yet cold.Serena took a step back. “I’m working on the payment, Victor. I just need a little more time.”Victor’s face turned unreadable as he nodded slightly. He waved his hand to one of his men.Without warning, one of his goons, bulky and bald, stepped forward and struck Serena on the head with the butt of his gun.She staggered, her vision blurring as tears welled up in her eyes. Clutching her head, she dropped to her knees.“Consider that a reminder,” Victor said, crouching to her level. “You’ve had more than enough time, Serena. And I’m not a patient man.”The taste of blood filled her mouth, metallic and bitter.“Please… just give me more time,” she stammered, her tears streaming freely.“Two weeks, Serena,” he hissed, his face inches from hers. “Two weeks. Or next time, it won’t be

New Orleans City"We're sorry, ma'am. It's too late. We lost her."That was the last thing Serena heard before she collapsed in front of the hospital ward.She was rushed into the next room and treated. When she finally woke up, the first thing she saw was the white ceiling."So I'm still alive. But my mom is gone now," she murmured.All her life, it had always been just her, her mother, and her sister Mia. Even though she had a mom, Serena had been the one providing for the family, her sister’s tuition and her mother’s medical bills were always on her shoulders.She had to work multiple jobs. From waiting tables at a restaurant during the day to cleaning at night. All just to make ends meet."Why is life so unfair?" Serena murmured. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't hold them back any longer."WHY ME, GOD?! After everything I’ve done... After giving up my own dreams... after working my ass off... I even went as far as borrowing loan from a loan shark. Just so my mom would