Novels by chukwumajessica28

LenaI never thought I’d be fetching coffee for the man who held my future in his hands like it was a cheap paperback. But here I was, three days into this nightmare, balancing a tray with Professor Zeph’s exact order, two sugars, no foam while my tummy twisted into knots.The campus felt quiet this afternoon, most students had gone for the day. I knocked softly on his office door, I could feel my heart beat.“Come In.” He said. His voice was calm. Then I stepped in. He sat behind his desk, grading papers with that same surgical focus he’d used on me the night he caught me. He didn’t look up right away. Just pointed to the side table.“Set it there and come here.” I obeyed. I hated how that word felt to me.He finally glanced at me with his storm-gray eyes sliding over my outfit. I wore jeans and a simple sweater, thinking it was safe. But I guess not. “From now on,” he stood slowly, “these are the rules you must follow without questions.” He picked up a single sheet of paper f

LenaThe clock in the lecture hall strucked 8:17 PM when Professor Zeph closed the door behind me with a soft click that echoed like a judge’s gavel.I stood frozen at the center of his dimly lit office, the whole atmosphere smelled of old books and expensive leather heavy in the air. My heart fucking hit against my ribs. The moment he asked me to stay behind after class, I knew something was wrong. Nothing could have prepared me for the printed pages he now slid across his massive oak desk.“Sit,” he said quietly.I sat.Zeph leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. At thirty-eight, he was younger than most tenured faculty, but carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who had never lost an argument. His sharp jawline and dark hair threaded with the faintest grey hairs. His colored eyes of winter storm clouds were fixed on me now. I got speechless. “Miss Lena,” he began, the sound of his voice was smooth as polished stone. “You’re one of the brightest s

ElaraI made up my mind to steal one of the books. The idea of quitting from work came to my mind.Great idea.I left the libary cause the hour had past. I got home very late. But I assured myself I would steal a book and I don’t mind getting caught.The next day, I got to the library early as usual. I met Sophie. She was helping me out with some works.She winked towards my direction.I quickly remembered our last night and every naughty thing we did with Lucian.I can’t wait for midnight. Here it is. One more time past the final chime and the library would claim me forever. I walked into the hidden section with my heart pounding and a small empty bag hidden under my coat. I had already decided what I was going to do with Lucian.He stood waiting. “Elara,” he breathed, pulling me into his arms. “Tonight let’s write the final chapter together.”We opened a blank glowing tome. The moment I started speaking our desires aloud, every fantasy we had ever shared exploded into one overwh

ElaraI chose the Midnight Library more than my work life. My real life was disappearing fast. I was showing up to work exhausted, dark circles under my eyes, making up weak excuses about family emergencies and insomnia. Few people had texted me asking where I had been all day long. I ignored most of them. All I could think about was Lucian. I need to let go of this addiction, if not, cause I’m cooked! My mindset kept replaying his hands, his voice, the way he made me feel completely alive for each night.It's Saturday , after another week, a hazy day, I slipped into the hidden section even earlier than usual. Lucian was waiting, but before he could pull me close, I heard footsteps behind me in the main library. My stomach flipped.It was Sophie.She’s one of the younger part time librarians.She has been helping me cover my shifts. Well, With her help, I was able to escape troubles.But why is she here at this hour??“What’s going on Elara?…Who’s she?” Lucian asked. But I or

ElaraI was dangerously hooked after the second night I had with Lucian. My real world felt like a faded photograph. I moved through my workday like a ghost, smiling at patrons while my mind replayed every moan Lucian had pulled from me our previous night.I’ve never craved midnights more than I do now. I started arriving at the library earlier each evening, making excuses to be alone. My body was already tingling with need long before midnight arrived.Tonight, I need a novel more intense than last night. I need him to fuck me deeper. It’s midnight. The hidden section called to me as usual. I’m already addicted so I don’t want to back off.When Lucian appeared, he was kind of different today. There was something deeper and more possessive in his touch, his voice carrying a deeper dominance that made my knees weak before he even laid a hand on me.“It’s our third night, Lucian. I want to feel everything.”“You’re mine tonight, Elara,” he growled against my lips. “ Now choose

ElaraI told myself I was only going back for research but that wasn’t true. While I helped patrons find books and arranged shelves, My body still remembered Lucian’s touch last night. By the time evening came, I was restless, aching in a way no normal touch had ever made me feel.At 11:45 PM, I pretended I was occupied with rearranging books in the shelves. I waited for everyone to leave, most especially Grandfather.I locked the main doors waited in the silence. My heart hammered as the grandfather clock finally struck midnight.The golden glow finally appeared again.I stepped into the hidden section, my breath shaky. Lucian was already there, leaning against a shelf with his arms crossed, those midnight-blue eyes watching me like he had been expecting me.“You came back,” he said, his voice sent a fresh shiver down my spine.Uhm… I just wanted to understand everything that happened last night better,” I whispered, even though I knew that was only half true. Lucian smiled. He