Novels by Nassy’s pen

Mark drove straight to Emily's house, barely able to contain his excitement. The moment she stepped outside, he unlocked the passenger door, and she hurried toward the car with a curious smile.“What happened?” Emily asked as she climbed inside. “Why are you smiling like that?”Mark waited until she had closed the door before pulling away from the curb.“There’s no need for us to hide anymore.”Emily turned toward him, her brows lifting. “What are you talking about?”Mark glanced at her and smiled. “Clara agreed to the divorce.”Emily's eyes widened. “Really?”“Yes. She even agreed to give me the house.”“The house?” Emily asked, her voice rising with excitement.“The whole house.”A delighted laugh escaped her as she reached for his hand. “So we're finally going to be together openly?”“That’s the plan.”Emily leaned closer, already imagining herself living in the spacious house she had admired from a distance for years. “Then what are we waiting for?”Mark's smile faded slightly.“T

Clara leaned back in her chair and looked him directly in the eyes.“You'll have to pay me Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars first.”The blue screen appeared at the edge of her vision.[Warning.][Mark Thomas does not currently possess $250,000.]Clara kept her expression calm. She had already suspected as much.Mark stared at her as though he had misheard.“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?” His voice rose sharply. “Where the hell am I supposed to get that kind of money?”Clara remained seated, watching the frustration spread across his face. “I don't know,” she said calmly. “That's your problem.”“You can't be serious.” Mark pushed himself away from the table and ran a hand through his hair. “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars? Do you even know how much money that is?”Their clothing business had been struggling for months, and Mark knew it. He had never hesitated to take money from the business whenever he wanted something for himself, yet he still acted as though th

Mark stepped closer, his face twisting with disbelief. “What the hell has gotten into you, fat ass?”His anger deepened when Clara simply stared at him, showing no reaction or remorse.“I should just divorce you,” he snapped. “Maybe then you'll finally understand what you're losing. You're nothing without me, Clara.”Clara stared at him for a moment before giving a small nod. “Fine. Divorce me.”Mark froze, and the anger on his face disappeared, replaced by pure disbelief.“What?”“You heard me.” Clara folded her arms across her chest, keeping her eyes on him despite the ache that still burned across her cheek. “If you want a divorce, then divorce me.”Mark stared at her as though she had suddenly started speaking another language. He had expected her to panic, cry, apologize, and promise that she would change.Whenever he had threatened to leave her in the past, Clara had always become frightened and tried to make peace, but she wasn't doing that now.“I was only angry,” Mark said, h

“You fat ass, wake up.”Clara heard the familiar voice calling her, followed by a rough shake against her shoulder.Her eyes snapped open, and for several seconds, she could only stare at the ceiling above her, unable to understand what she was seeing.The room was familiar.The pale curtains, the bedside table, even the old crack running across the wall were exactly where she remembered them.Her bedroom.Clara's hands began to tremble as she touched her shoulder, almost expecting to feel the infected's teeth marks. There was nothing there.Confusion overwhelmed her as she struggled to understand how she could be alive after everything that had happened.For a terrifying moment, she wondered if she had somehow died and this was what came after death.“I'm talking to you.” The voice made Clara freeze for a moment.She slowly turned her head and saw Mark standing beside the bed.Irritation rose inside her, but Clara didn't look away.For years, she had lowered her head whenever Mark ra

“You are a waste of resources.”Clara barely heard her husband’s words. She stared at him through the bars of the gate, struggling to believe he was actually going to leave her outside.She gripped the gate tightly and glanced over her shoulder. The infected were getting closer, their growls echoing down the street as they stumbled toward her, bloodied faces twisted with hunger.The world around them had changed beyond recognition. Abandoned cars littered the streets, while burned-out buildings stood like empty shells.There was no electricity or running water anymore. Only the distant screams of the infected and the occasional crack of gunfire reminded Clara that the world she once knew was gone.“Mark, please,” she begged again. “Just open the gate.”He stared at her through the bars before shaking his head. “You're not coming in.”Clara's eyes filled with tears as she tightened her grip on the gate. “This is my house.”The words left her mouth before she could stop them, and Mark's