Novel-novel oleh Amaka

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

~~Jay~~My stomach turned for the third time in fifteen minutes.I barely made it to the bathroom, my knees slamming against cold tiles as I collapsed in front of the toilet. I didn’t even have time to shut the door before the nausea punched me again, hard and mean.“Ggk—” The retching sound clawed its way out of me as I heaved, body jerking violently over the bowl. Bitter acid filled my throat, and I spat it out, shaking and gasping. My arms trembled beneath me, and sweat slicked my back.Fuck. This was hell.Another wave surged.“Ggkkhh—hurk—”I dry-heaved this time, my throat raw and my stomach twisting like it was trying to wring itself out. My hair stuck to my face, and my eyes watered. I had no strength left. Nothing in me wanted to keep going.But I knew I would. It been five hellish days and it was getting worse by the day…Because my body clearly didn’t care how much I hated this.“Jay,” came a soft voice. Lena.I didn’t look up. Didn’t have the strength to. I rested my head

Third Person POVElijah had combed through half the city, weaving through streets and private estates, his phone glued to his ear. Every number he dialed went unanswered. Every message to Jay or Lena was met with silence. This was the first time since he started working for his president that he doesn’t have an idea where he was…. And this frustrated the shit out him. Like what the fuck man.Lena’s men were everywhere stone-faced, trained, unyielding. Every attempt Elijah made to get close ended the same way: a cold “You’re not authorized” and a wall of muscle blocking his path.But Elijah wasn’t stupid. He had other ways. After almost five years of working for the Hale’s, he has made some connections of his own that can help in situations like this.A call here and a favor there, and a discreet tracking ping on a company vehicle… by the time he was done, he had what the chairman wanted a location. Since he couldn’t get any of them, at least he has a location but why the fuck does the

Third person POVThe Hale MansionThe sound of shattering glass echoed through the marble hallways of the Hale estate, followed by the thunderous slam of a porcelain vase against the wall.“Useless! Worthless! Goddamn disgrace!” Chairman Hale’s voice roared like a storm tearing through a brittle structure. His hands, once steady with power and precision, now trembled with fury as another antique sculpture met its end against the wall. He felt like the heaven hated him so much to have made him a father to the most despicable and the most useless child of all time.Servants stood frozen along the edges of the room, Elijah among them with each one trying their best to melt into the wallpaper, to become invisible as their employer’s wrath raged on unchecked. No one dared breathe too loudly. No one dared look him in the eye.The chairman’s face was flushed, lips curled in disgust as he paced the room like a caged beast. Decades of authority rippled off him like heat from a furnace. He felt

~~ Alex ~~I had just zipped up my hoodie, keys in one hand and helmet in the other, when my phone started vibrating against the kitchen counter.Dad.The screen glared up at me like a warning.I almost ignored it. Almost. But then it hit me the last time I spoke to him was over a week ago.I answered with a sigh. “Yeah?”“What the hell is going on, Alex?” my father barked, voice sharp like he’d been holding back and just snapped. “Ethan said you haven’t been to the office in days. You didn’t show up for the board review, you missed your strategy call with the Tokyo investors, and have you forgotten your business trip?”I pressed the heel of my hand into my eye. “It slipped. I’ve been handling other…” I was never this forgetful my whole life… what the heck Alex “Other what, Alex? Goddamn yoga classes? Or is it your usual clubbing and hookup with other men?” His voice dropped to that dangerous low he used when disappointment was clawing under his skin. “You’re CEO, not some frat boy c

~~Alex~~Jay Jay Jay and am fucking tired of that god forsaken name hunting me like he’s a shadow, he got a nice ass and a great fuck but I don’t get while I can get rid of him form my thoughts. I haven’t even had sex for a while all because of him, I need to relief my dick from this torment and after that, I will dig into Jay and Lena. Those Hale siblings are fucking annoying.I got my bike keys and went straight to the garage and drive straight to the club where I met Jay for the first time, I need a release.The bass hit first low, thick, and crawling under my skin. The air inside the club was heavy with cologne, sweat, and the kind of heat that promised sin. A place where nobody asked questions. Where names didn’t matter. Where I could forget.I wasn’t here for a drink. I wasn’t here to talk. I was here to burn off the frustration twisting in my chest before it turned into something I couldn’t control.The bar was my vantage point. Whiskey in hand, I let my gaze sweep the crowd. H

~~ Alex ~~It had been four days since I put someone on Jay’s trail, and still nothing. No updates, no slip‑ups, not even a blurry picture. All I knew was what his oh‑so‑beloved sister and his father told me: that he’d left the country.Maybe I should just book a flight and show up at his so‑called destination. Catch him off‑guard. Look him in the eye and get my answers.My phone buzzed. Caller ID lit up with the investigator’s number. Finally.I answered before the second ring. “Talk to me.”His voice was low, careful. “Sir… things are… different now.”I frowned. “Different how?”“The security around him is extremely tight. I mean tighter than I’ve ever seen. Like… presidential‑level tight. Cameras, guards, shadows everywhere. You’d think he was some kind of national treasure.”That made no sense, isn’t he out of the country. “So he is out of the country?”A pause. “No. He’s here. Same city. Same air. Just… untouchable.”Untouchable… huh?I leaned back in my chair, irritation prickli

It all came back like a dream but she hurriedly debunked them to avoid a masturbation thought. "No," she whispered to herself, pulling out from the thought. She hurriedly took her shower, rushed out from he bathroom, dried off, and slid into her night wear as she dived onto her bed, covering herself with her duvet as she dozed off while still staring at the ceiling. The Next morning... Golden rays of light slid into Leah's room through the half- open of the curtain. The cool breeze brushed her cheeks as she tilted on the bed still fast asleep. She turned slightly with smiles on her face. "Leah!" Mrs. Claire calls out to her from downstairs but she smiled in her sleep, thinking it was part of her dream. "Leah!" Mrs. Claire called again, firmer this time. She jumped up from the bed as she stared around, noticing her parents voice downstairs. She brushed off the sleep on her eyes with the back of her hand as she walked down the stairs gradually, still trying to shake

On arriving to Luna resort, Leah highlighted from the taxi and shut the door with confidence."You can go home baby, we'll talk tomorrow about how it went." she said walking over to the driver's window, pulled out some cash from her purse, and paid the fare.Celine was dumbfounded on how serious Leah had become."Be careful... Please." Celine said softly to Leah, popping out her head from the back seat window.As the taxi drove off, Leah was left to face the glow that came out of the resort building. She took a deep breath and walked towards the building entrance.The doors slid open on its own as she stepped inside."Where's the club room?" she asked a security man in a clam tone who directed her to where it was.She had never gone to a club before but she believed that she'll find a perfect man and structure for her plans to yield fruit."Thank you." she said as she made way to the directed path, her hip swaying on every step she made.At the entrance, a bouncer in all black was ther

"You're getting married to the wealthy Smith's family and you won't have to stress yourself to earn money anymore." her mother said trying to give reasons." But i have a good job and I'm not even complaining about funds..." she paused trying to suck in her congestion.Her mother hesitated."Princess, they want a virgin for their son and they are willing to pay handsomely for any lady that meets up with their expectations." Mrs. Claire said hitting the hammer by the head, almost ashamed.Leah's world stopped spinning for some minutes."Wait... you're exchanging my virginity for money?" She asked, stunned.We're in debt, honey. We're already close to the deadline, and your marriage to Nathan is the only option to pay it off." Mrs. Claire said in a bold tone, her tone no longer soft or pleading. She was trying to make her see reasons for their behavior."Mum, we can sell all we've got." she argued, her voice cracking. "Or I can give up all my savings, or take a second job, anything! to

Story 2: Title: A night with the virgin bride.Leah Claire thought she had control of her life an amazing job, loving parents, and her future perfectly planned. But on her 22nd birthday, everything shatters. Sold off to a mysterious mafia husband to settle a family debt, Leah’s attempt to reclaim her freedom leads to a wild night with a stranger… who turns out to be the man she was meant to marry.——"It's my first time" Leah said with a shaky voice and a scared look which made her legs shiver."I'll take it easy on you. Just relax." He said to her softly with a reassuring look.Leah took a deep breath out. He leaned in and continued with the kiss while he moved his hands from her chin to her circled breasts, caressing them like his life depended on it. He slid his hand lower, grabbed her ass and slapped it, making Leah to moan and throb down her pants. He pulled her towards him making her to feel his hard cock which can't wait to pop out its head from his pants.Leah was ready to fe

The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting soft stripes across the floor. Esme sat upright on the couch, awake long before her friends began to stir. May was curled up on the rug under a blanket. Liam snored softly beside an empty pizza box. Everything was quiet now the chaos had passed. But in Esme’s chest, something still trembled.Her phone was still in her hand.She hadn’t slept much. That voice note the sound of Dave cracking, Gerald’s smug cruelty it had looped in her head all night. She’d played it once more around 3 a.m., just to be sure she hadn’t imagined it. But she hadn’t. It was real.The messages from Gerald still sat in her inbox. Some sweet. Some seductive. Some twisted enough to make her question her own sanity. Lies, all of them. Pretty words meant to confuse. Esme deleted them all.Then she stood.No makeup. No drama. Just jeans, a clean black tee, and the ache of everything she’d survived.She showered slowly, like she was washing him off. Then she

The whole apartment felt too quiet. Too still. And Esme felt so alone, she was used to being alone since she lose her parents years ago but Dave’s presence made it all feel better but now that it was obviously over between them she was all alone again in the world.She curled tighter into herself on the couch with her legs drawn up under an oversized sweater. The only light came from her phone screen, still glowing in her hand. Her eyes were red. She had cried until she couldn’t anymore. Her skin felt too tight, her chest sore from how many times she’d told herself she’d imagined everything. She text her friends to check if any of them could come over but before she could get a respond a text or rather a voice note entered her phone. A voice note from Dave.She almost skipped it. What was the point? But something… something in her gut made her thumb press down.It played.“You really told her you’re not my father… just to sleep with her?”That was Dave. Furious, but trying to hold hi