Novels by emaanyebe18

Jamila pushed through the glass doors, closing them behind her, shutting out the blaring music.She let out a breath of relief, grateful to be away from all the prying eyes of Drew's friends. And most importantly, Drew.This wasn't the first time he tried making out with her in front of his friends. She just wasn't comfortable in their presence. She didn't like them. Simple.As she made her way up the stairs to the quiet hallways, her phone began buzzing in her hand.She looked down at the caller ID. An unknown number.Her spine instantly turned rigid against her will, her palm tightening around her phone.Her head was still down when she bumped into something solid.“Careful!” Large hands immediately caught hold of her.She lifted her gaze to see Malakai.He wore a dark, baggy hoodie and sweatpants, making him look different and younger.This was her first time seeing him in something so casual. And he looked really… nice.“Are you okay?” Malakai's brows knit together as his eyes s

[A WEEK LATER]“Mummy, please don't leave me again. I'm all alone.”“Mummy, please. Take me with you.”“Mummy! Mummy!!”“Please!” Jamila jerked awake from her sleep, her chest heaving with uneven breaths.She glanced at the other side of the bed to find it empty. It was currently 2am, and Drew still hadn't come home.She immediately dashed out of the room, padding down the stairs and into the library.“Jamila?” Malakai's voice came from across the room, making her flinch.Even though this was his house, she still wasn't expecting to see him here.“Uh, are you okay?” His brows furrowed with concern.“Yes—yes, I… um.” She swallowed, hiding her trembling hands behind her.“Sorry, I should go.” She quickly turned away.“No, you can stay,” Malakai spoke, and she halted.“If you want.” He added, and she secretly rolled her eyes before turning around to face him.“Victoria, let's pick up from where we stopped at the office. Goodnight.” Malakai ended the FaceTime and glanced up at Jamila.“Yo

“What's that supposed to mean?” Drew stood up, glaring at Ava.Nathaniel walked out of the kitchen into the living room."Oh, the piece of shit boyfriend wants to play pretend,” Ava shuddered mockingly.“Ava, let's talk outside.” Jamila shot a quick glance at Malakai, grabbing Ava's arm.“I think I would like to hear what she has to say.” Malakai said calmly, lifting his weight from the chair."Well, your son is a liability. A big one! He's irresponsible and immature, always making shitty investments and squandering my friend's hard-earned money, making her life harder than it already is. He's the reason they were evicted from their apartment, so he had no other choice than to run to Daddy,” Ava mocked, and continued talking.“He blew their entire rent money like it was nothing—the one that came solely from Jamila. He didn't contribute shit. I wouldn't be so shocked if he lied to her and gambled away the—”"Avaaa,” Drew snarled, jaw clenched.“If you dare say my name one more time, I

“We should go.” Drew grabbed the takeout from Jamila, leading her into the cab.“Are you serious? He—”“I’ll explain in the cab.” “You better.” Jamila scoffed. She took a quick glance at Malakai before entering the cab with Drew.“Well…” She pressed as the cab zoomed off.“He's my dad.” Drew rolled his eyes.“I know that now. When I asked about him, you brushed me off.”“We're not on good terms.”“Obviously.” She snickered.“Don't push it, J.”Jamila remained quiet, staring out through the window as she tried to wrap her head around tonight's turn of events.Drew hardly talked about his father; she knew his mom had died a few years back. But since he obviously didn't want to talk about it, then she'll leave him be. Because then he'll bring up her family, and she sure as hell didn't want to go down that road.As they both came down from the cab, she went through her lecture updates while waiting for Drew to pay for the ride.“Boy! Aren't you going to pay up!” The cab man growled imp

Jamila stared at the dead engine and fought the urge to scream. Of all the nights her piece-of-shit Mitsubishi could have chosen to die, it had to be tonight, on an almost deserted road, with her phone at ten percent and her stomach growling loud enough to embarrass her."Seriously?" She slapped both hands against the steering wheel. "You couldn't wait until I got home?"She turned the key again. The engine coughed, then died. Jamila stared at the dashboard, silently willing the car to cooperate. The silence mocked her."Come on, you stupid thing." She tried the ignition again. Same result. She dropped her forehead against the steering wheel and stayed there for a long moment. Three mechanics this month. Three times they had assured her the problem was fixed. Apparently, her car had decided tonight was the perfect time to prove them wrong.She leaned against the car and closed her eyes. A hot meal. A warm shower. Her bed. Apparently even that was too much to ask for tonight. She rubbe