Novels by Amaka

~~Alex~~Alex Fisher was anything but a cry baby… the last thing anyone will ever is me do is breaking down like this… and worst I was doing that in an open space in my sister’s arms.I didn’t even hear the footsteps this time. The world had gone quiet in that strange way pain makes it like every sound was being held at a distance. Dahlia’s hand was still on my back, her voice low, saying something I didn’t really hear.Then another voice broke through. Softer. Older. Firm, but shaking.“Alex…”I looked up, blinking through tears. Madam Hale stood there in her usual elegant coat, her hair pulled into that neat bun that never seemed to move. But her face her face wasn’t composed. It was raw. Red-rimmed eyes, lips trembling. She looked at me, then at Dahlia, and then at the closed doors of the operating room.“Is my son…” she whispered, taking a step forward. “Is my son alright… and the babies?”Her voice cracked on the last word.I tried to speak, but my throat gave out. I just shook m

~~Alex~~James let himself in like he always does. He closed the door softly behind him, that practiced doctor stride in his step. He looked at the screens, at the bed, then at me. There was this tired smile on his face like he was apologizing before he spoke.“Hey man,” he said. “Congrats on destroying your enemies.”I let out a hollow laugh. “They made it too easy. It doesn’t feel like a win. It feels staged.”James didn’t argue. He sat on the edge of the chair and rubbed his face once. “You look like hell.”“I feel like hell.” I said it flat. The truth hit harder when I let it out. “When will Jay wake up, James? How long do I have to watch him sleep like this? I haven’t had a minute of peace since this started. It’s one thing after another. I’m tired, James. I’m so tired.”James’s hand found mine on the duvet for a beat, brotherly, steady. “I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”Then he straightened. His voice shifted. Clinical. Controlled. “We’re operating tonight.”For a second the words

~~ Alex~~No fucking way.I stared at the CCTV feed from the Saito compound, and for a second, I honestly thought my brain was glitching. The entire lab was on fire no, not just on fire, it was erasing itself. Walls collapsing, metal melting, alarms screaming through the static. One second there were walls and men and machines; the next, it was just fire eating everything like it had been waiting for this moment.I leaned closer, blinking through the smoke distortion on-screen. “No… fucking… way.”The door burst open, and one of the Alpha Team guys stumbled in. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.“Sir… Elijah’s dead.”I turned slowly. “What did you just say?”He swallowed hard. “We found him in the torture room. No pulse. He’s gone.”For a second, my brain just froze. Then I laughed. It wasn’t funny but I laughed anyway. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. The enemy’s killing each other now? What kind of sick twist is this?”The guy just stared, probably wondering if I’d lost it. Honestly

~~ Gabriel ~~Enough.The word hammered in my skull until it was the only thing that mattered. Enough of the lies. Enough of the manipulations. Enough of this life carved out of cruelty and dressed up as destiny.I stood in the middle of the lab the same place that once smelled like progress and genius when my grandfather called it “the future.” Now it just reeked of blood, chemicals, and deceit. Cages. Centrifuges. Rows of glass cabinets filled with vials that gleamed like bottled lies under the harsh lights.This was where everything began.And this was where it would end.I moved slowly, steady, every step deliberate. I didn’t need to threaten him anymore. I didn’t need to scream or break anything. I’d already wrung every secret out of him every twisted truth. I’d listened as he tried to disguise horror as “vision,” murder as “purpose.” He’d called himself a creator, a savior even, while standing on the bones of the people he broke.Now there was nothing left to say. Only consequen

~~ Gabriel ~~Grandfather was strapped to the reinforced chair l the same kind he’d used on his “test subjects.” The irony wasn’t lost on me.Cables ran from the generator to the electrodes pressed against his chest and arms. Every time he lied, every time he tried to twist the truth, I’d turn the dial a little higher.He called it science.I called it justice.His breathing came in shallow rasps now, sweat slicking his gray hair to his forehead, blood dried at the corner of his mouth. But still, even now, his eyes were calm. Calculating. Like pain was just another observation in his experiment.I still find the all thing about my mother’s birth crazy… and that fact that our life’s are all linked together is insane… It was obvious the main reason for all this… and why he wanted revenge was because my mother fell in love and had my brother and I. Which to him is an error o his perfect creation.“So,” I said, circling him, voice sharp and low. “What you’re saying is… my mother was born

~~ Gabriel ~~Finding him wasn’t hard.Grandfather had taught me how to hunt how to track, how to make a man disappear.He’d just forgotten that I’d learned too well.It took less than twenty four hours for my men to locate him, hidden in one of our mountain estates in Kyoto remote, fortified, crawling with guards that used to take orders from me. But loyalty shifts when fear changes faces. All I had to do was whisper that the old man’s empire was burning, and they switched sides faster than the wind.By the time I entered the underground bunker, he was already waiting sitting in that grand leather chair like some ancient king trying to cling to a dying throne. His white hair slicked back, hands folded neatly, as if I hadn’t just dragged his guards through blood to get here.“Gabriel,” he greeted, calm as winter. “I was wondering when you’d come.”The sight of him made my teeth grind.All my life, I’d thought his coldness was strength. Now I saw it for what it really was, rot disguise

Fairy tales didn’t exist. Ray had always known that. And yet, he had let himself believe. Believe that after everything, he could finally have his happy ending. That Lily would come back, that they would put all the chaos behind them and just… be. But four months had passed. Four months, and she was nowhere to be found. And in those four months, she had caused more destruction than she probably even realized. The Anderson family was gone. The Manchester family had been silenced. The power structures that once dictated everything had crumbled beneath the weight of her actions. And yet, the world had gone eerily quiet. The media barely spoke about it. There were no reports, no scandalous headlines, no outrage. It was as if the universe had conspired to erase all traces of her, making her untouchable. He couldn’t reach her. He couldn’t speak to her. He couldn’t even see her. It was hell. And the worst part? It was starting to feel like the version of hell he had

The silence stretched between them.Lilly and Jerry—two people who had seen death, caused death, lived among death—now sat here, unable to make sense of the one loss that actually hurt.Lilly swallowed the lump in her throat.“I thought I could tell you that time would heal this. That one day, you’d wake up, and the pain would be gone.”Jerry gave her a hollow stare, waiting for her to continue.“But that would be a lie.”Her voice broke slightly, but she pushed through.“The truth is… you won’t wake up one day and magically feel okay. You’ll carry this pain with you. Every damn day.”Jerry’s jaw clenched. He knew that already, he knows deep down he will never get over losing his love right before it could even blossom.Lilly reached out and placed a hand over his.“But you’ll learn to live with it,” she whispered. “Because that’s what Chloe would have wanted. She didn’t fight this hard, endure this much, just for either of us to fall apart when she’s gone.”Jerry let out a ragged bre

Ray stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest.“One… m-m-month?” His voice cracked. “That’s too much, wifey.”His grip on her hands tightened, as if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear before his eyes.Lilly’s lips trembled, but she held her ground.“At least this way, you won’t be married to a woman who is mentally unstable, Ray,” she said softly. “And worse—a woman who shares her new body with her dead twin’s split personality.”Ray’s body stiffened.“Split what?” His brows furrowed, convinced he had misheard.Lilly sighed, wiping the stray tear that escaped her eye. “I’m sure you’ve already guessed it, Ray. You’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. Lia and I… we aren’t just one person. And I need to do this—for myself, for you, and for our baby.”Her voice wavered.“I need to be able to give you the same love you’ve given me. To birth our baby in a safe place. Please, Ray… please.” She squeezed his hands, her tears falling freely now.Ray felt something twist in his chest.Lil

The room felt unbearably heavy.Jerry sat still, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.And then, without warning—A sob tore through him.“Haaaaaa~~~” he yelled out. For the first time in life he felt like someone was trying to zap life out of him.The kind that clawed out from the depths of his soul, ripping past the walls he had spent years building.Tears streamed down his face. He didn’t even bother to wipe them.This wasn’t grief.This was devastation.This was an unbelievable moment, it was only aFew days ago that he realized the extend of his live for Chloe and now she dead.Dead just like that.This was the feeling of watching the one person who made life feel like more than just blood and war—slip through his fingers.He had lost Chloe.And now, what was left of him?Nothing.Nothing but this unbearable silence, this emptiness that no amount of vengeance could ever fill.He clenched his fists.He had always thought himself untouchable, someone who laughed in the fa

The room was too quiet.The kind of silence that made the air feel heavier, pressing against their chests like an unbearable weight.Lilly sat frozen, her eyes staring into nothing.She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t speaking.She just sat there, lost in the void.Ray was right behind her, not touching, not speaking just there.Because what could he say? What could he do?There were no words for grief like this. No bandage for wounds that cut this deep.On the other side of the room, Jerry knelt beside Chloe’s bed, his hands gripping hers with a desperation that made his knuckles turn white.His lips moved, whispering something under his breath.A prayer.Jerry Manchester the man who had never feared death, who had laughed in the face of danger—was now begging.To a God he didn’t even believe in.“Please—”His voice cracked, his fingers tightening around Chloe’s.“Please, don’t take her.”Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.He didn’t cry. Not Jerry Man

The scent of iron was thick in the air.Lilly’s eyes, cold and unyielding, swept across the men standing by. Their hesitation irritated her.“What the hell are you all waiting for?” Her voice cracked through the tense silence, sharp as a whip.The men snapped to attention.“Get him out of there. Now.”She didn’t need to say it twice.Two men rushed forward, reaching into the trunk and dragging David Deluca’s battered body out. His weight was dead, limp, his blood smearing against their gloves.“Take him to Damon.”Her tone left no room for argument.The men moved swiftly, disappearing into the building with their barely breathing cargo.Lilly stood still, her breathing measured, her fingers clenched so tightly her nails bit into her palms.She should feel satisfaction.But for some reason—She didn’t.Inside, the air was suffocating.The rhythmic beeping of the life support machine filled the room—until suddenly, the sound changed.The sharp, rapid BEEP—BEEP—BEEP sliced through the ai

The sun rose slow that morning lazy, golden, and almost smug, as if it knew exactly what it was shining on. Light spilled through the blinds in broken lines, crawling across tangled sheets and two exhausted, thoroughly ruined humans who’d forgotten what sleep meant.Jasmine lay still, her body folded against Theo’s chest, her ear pressed to the steady thump of his heart. Every rise and fall of his breathing felt like proof that they’d made it through the chaos, through the whispers, through the flames, literal and otherwise.For the first time all summer, there was no rush. No running. No hiding. Just the quiet truth of what they’d become messy, ridiculous, alive.She tilted her head, watching the light paint his face in gold. He looked softer in sleep, less like the fearless firefighter everyone worshipped and more like the man who once burned pancakes in her kitchen wearing her pink apron.Her fingertips brushed along his jaw, tracing the faint scruff that shadowed it.He stirred, v

She boldly nipped at his lower lip, and he growled, his grip on her arms tightening before he slipped his tongue along hers and kissed her deeply. She moaned from his kiss and pressed her body up against him. She could feel how hard he was against her thigh. She bent her right knee and slid her leg up to his hip, and he immediately reached down and pulled her other leg up as well.She pulled away from his longing kiss and stared up at him. He peered down at her with desire. "Theo…” she began to say, but he cut her off, freeing her arms to place a finger on her lips to hush her. The fire was still burning in his eyes, but his face showed compassion.“Fuck me,” she said.They kissed again, and he grabbed her waist, and drew her towards his body, deepening their kiss.He ran his hands through hee hair and kissed her, pulling at it a little. She loved it.She loved the delicious pain she felt from it, the sensation coursing through her veins as their tongues intertwined and played games

“I love you so much. I always will,” he said. Jasmine closed the distance between them, her hands reaching up to touch his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palms, matching the rhythm of her own. “Then don’t,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.He hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze searching hers, before surrendering to the moment. With a groan, he swept her into his arms, carrying her to the couch. They fell together in a tangle of limbs, their kisses hungry and desperate.Jasmine’s hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it clumsily as she explored the terrain of his chest. His skin was warm and smooth, his muscles taut beneath her touch. She moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin.“You have no idea what you do to me,”he growled, his hands moving to her bra. With a swift motion, he unhooked it, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight, his lips curving into a

The next morning smelled like coffee, gossip, and bad decisions.Half the town had probably seen the video by now. Someone had caught Theo’s grand declaration on camera, and of course, it had spread faster than wildfire.Jasmine’s phone buzzed non stop texts, missed calls, even her old high school teacher had weighed in. “Proud of you for following your heart, dear… but maybe next time, less public?”She groaned, rolling onto her stomach. “God, kill me now.”Her pillow muffled the sound, but not her embarrassment.From the kitchen came the faint clatter of dishes and the low hum of a man trying (and failing) to whistle.Theo.He was making pancakes. Terribly. The smell of something half-burned floated in from the kitchen, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.She sat up, rubbing her face. “You’re using my non-stick pan again, aren’t you?”“Define ‘using,’” he called back.“Scratching it with a fork counts.”He peeked around the corner, looking far too smug for a man wearing her

The invitation sat on her dresser for three days.Glossy cardstock, gold trim, her name printed neatly across the top in black ink:“Fire & Courage Annual Charity Ball.”She’d laughed the first time she saw it, not out of humor but disbelief. The last place she wanted to be was surrounded by Theo’s coworkers men who probably whispered about her behind the locker doors and even less, standing beside her brother pretending life hadn’t fallen apart.Still, she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away.Adam had asked her to come. Not ordered. Not guilted. Just asked.“It’d mean something if you showed up,” he’d said quietly that morning, avoiding her eyes.Maybe it was his way of trying. Or maybe he just didn’t want the town gossip painting her as the girl who vanished after breaking a fireman’s heart.So now, here she was, standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide if wearing red was too much.It probably was. But she wore it anyway.The dress hugged her waist, simple but bold the

The nights felt longer without her.Not just long hollow.Every sound in his apartment echoed too loud. The coffee pot hissed like static, the floorboards groaned like ghosts, and the silence pressed down until it felt like it might crack his ribs.He’d tried to fill the hours with work, drills, anything. But even the firehouse didn’t feel the same. Every corner of it reminded him of her Jasmine standing at the door after his shift, barefoot, sunlight tangled in her hair; Jasmine laughing in his truck, teasing him for never smiling enough; Jasmine whispering don’t look at me like that when he did.Now she was gone not out of town yet, but gone from his reach.And he had no one to blame but himself.Theo sat outside the old firehouse that had been shut down years ago, the one his father used to take him to as a kid. The brick walls were cracked, the paint faded, the rusted engine still visible through the dusty glass. It smelled like oil and ghosts.A bottle of whiskey sat beside him o