Novels by Chi Nny

Hira's POINT OF VIEWAnd now, we are inside the car, dressed in an expensive uniform and going to a university I know nothing about while Alaric Jeremiah is the driver.Don't ask me how yesterday went after my question…just ask me how I found myself in the car, going to a school I made no enquiries about, no name, no nothing.All I got from my mother was— Hira, wake up and get ready for your new college. As though I was a puppet who must follow the instructions of her Lord, whether good or bad.I kept my gaze fixed on the window for as long as I could, watching the unfamiliar streets of Los Angeles twist into something I would have to learn whether I wanted to or not.But the presence of Jeremiah beside me, driving the SUV car like it was nothing compared to the many cars he had driven.After calling my name like a stranger, he hadn't spoken to me since yesterday.Not even a greeting or anything.And I should have done the same. I should have stayed quiet and let the silence eat us al

Hira's POINT OF VIEW“I expect you to at least try not to look miserable.”My mother's voice cut through the awful silence just as the car highlighted in front of a house.It's been a week since the incident happened and I cannot believe that my supposed best friend couldn't, for once, come to see how I was fairing. Instead, all I heard was a blame and the news of her dating my ex, now.Yeah, I know. I wasn't fine. I cried my eyes out and swore to get back at me, but here I was, in another city— Los Angeles, to start a new life with a new family.All too much to accept just in one week and yet she wants me to shine my teeth like this was the best thing that has ever happened to me.I turned my head slightly, staring out the window at the gigantic gates already swinging open into her unfamiliar but expensively wealthy driveway.“I'm not performing for anyone!” I replied.“You're always performing,” My mother, Maria said, something a hand over her hair as it she were the one stepping in

Hira's POINT OF VIEW“I don't care what they're saying, Talia; I have seen it,” My mother's angry voice flew as soon as I opened the door to our apartment. “No, don't send it again. I've had it forwarded to me six times already.”My chest rose and fell.She already knew.I stepped further into the house even though my legs were already weak. Her voice stopped mid-sentence, and a second later, she turned the corner into the hallway, phone still in her hand and her eyes landing on me.And just like that, whatever fragile hope I had with me, some stupid, belief that maybe she would ask if I was okay, died where it stood.“Talia, I'll call you back,” she said, already pulling the phone away from her ear before the other person could respond. Her gaze didn't leave me as she ended the call, her fingers tapping the screen with her manicured fingers.For a moment, neither of us spoke, then her eyes dropped, scanning me quickly like she was checking for someone visible.“Well,” she said finall

Hira’s POINT OF VIEW“You swear you didn't send it to anyone?” My best friend, Lena Turner’s voice cut through the low noise of the Blisters university hallway. I hadn't even stepped fully into the building yet, one hand still on the glass door, when I heard my name from students lip.“I didn't,” I said, frowning as I stepped in, my eyes scanning the cluster of girls near the lockers. “What are you talking about, Lena?”Lena Turner, my best friend since freshman, turned toward me slowly, her expression like someone who had seen something despicable and was trying hold something in place to prevent her for shattering.Her phone was gripped tightly in her hand, screen facing down, but the way the others leaned in told me everything I needed to know.Something had happened. Something big enough to pull enough attention from students on a usually busy Monday morning.“Nothing,” she said quickly, and that was the first thing that felt wrong for her. Lena never brushed things off with me. “