Novels by Sammeeha

I had been in Generosasis for two months now, and this was a long time for one to stop being a stranger. Ace and I hadn't spoken since the last fight between Heather and me. Did I feel a type of way? Yes. The silence between us felt like a chasm, and every time I saw him in the hallway, I felt a pang of regret. It was as if we were two planets in orbit, drawn together yet destined to remain apart. "Deborah, you okay?" Seb asked, pulling me from my thoughts as we walked through the school courtyard. His voice was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness I felt from Ace. Seb had been my anchor in this new environment, always ready with a friendly smile or a word of encouragement, a clear opposite of his brother. "Yeah, just... thinking," I replied, glancing toward Ace, who was standing with a group of friends, chatting away as if I didn't exist. But what caught my attention was how different he seemed. I felt a pang of confusion. He was standing with a group of friends, laughing and

I returned to the classroom as the break was already over. It would be too soon to start skipping classes, and I couldn’t afford to do that. My mind still reeled from the encounter with Ace, his enigmatic smile and piercing eyes lingering in my thoughts and making me wonder if I had misread the situation entirely. Entering the classroom, I was met with a sea of familiar faces, except for one. Though it was my second day, I vividly remembered all their faces—except this new person glaring at me. I didn’t notice her in the classes we had earlier; she probably skipped them. A girl with long, soft brown hair caught my attention. Her hair seemed to dance sporadically with every breath she took. The permanent scowl on her face made it obvious that she was channeling all her energy into it. She seemed to own the place, standing out among the other students, and her glare made me feel like I was the one who didn't belong. I ignored her and made my way to my seat. As I pulled out my chai

After the morning classes ended and the lunch bell rang, I made my way to the cafeteria, which felt deserted by the other students. As I opened the creaky door, a warm beam of sunlight lit up the dusty tables, and the lingering smell of stale bread and forgotten moments filled the air. An unsettling silence surrounded me, interrupted only by the gentle hum of the refrigerators in the kitchen. The tables remained untouched, and the chairs were neatly pushed in, as if waiting for a crowd that never arrived. It was odd; everyone else seemed to prefer the comfort of their classrooms. I scanned the room, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light, and spotted him—sitting alone at a corner table, his dark clothing standing out against the dull surroundings. The soft glow from the table lamp illuminated his face, accentuating his strong features. The cigarettes were gone, but the air still felt charged with his presence. He leaned back, his long hair flowing over his shoulders like a casca

The second day of school was nothing like I had imagined, nosey teachers, rude students and to top it all off, the mysterious Groovehood senior who I hadn't seen all morning. "Earth to Debby," Mrs. Grassroots, our history professor flicked her fingers. "I'm so sorry," I replied hastily. "Care to share with the class?" She teased. I blushed red in return and answered her question with a smile. "So, you weren't in the last class, right?" She asked, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Yes ma, I just joined recently," I answered her. "Then you know nothing about the tale of Dordin, yes?" "Yes, ma." I reluctantly replied. I knew nothing about Dordin. I wasn't a native, I've never attended the school and I just enrolled. Asking the obvious was just so stupid to me, she knew the answers for Christ's sake! But I wasn't going to tell her that, even though she seemed warm — this was Genesis after all, and from what I've known, in Genesis, anything could happen. "Okay, we'l

The rest of the day flew by like a whirlwind romance and the darkest of the nights came, and so did the tumbling questions in my head. "Mom," I called out, we had just finished dinner and Grandma Sadie already retired for the night. "Yes baby," She replied, typing something on her cellphone. Since we arrived here, I just realized I didn't have my phone. I must have left it in our old house or mom's car. Calling dibs on her car. I walked towards the chair she sat on, taking a seat next to her. "Mom, what happened to Grandpa?" I whispered. She looked at me with widened eyes. "Your grandpa is fine, what do you mean?" She retorted smartly. Way to go, Mom. "Not Grandpa Harry ma, what about your dad? You've never spoken about him, why?" I questioned, staring at her panicked state. She was probably thinking of some excuse to protect me from the truth. "Baby, there's a reason we don't speak about him, please don't fight me on this." "Are we back to keeping secrets ma? No more

"Miss Deborah Waters, will you come up to the front of the class and introduce yourself?" The teacher repeated. "Sure ma'am." I managed to say. I strolled to the front of the class, and as usual, I brushed off the stares as I stood infront of them. I exhaled slowly, "Hi everyone, I'm Deborah Waters. If you have any questions, shoot!" I looked at each one of them in their eyes expectantly. "Where are you from?" Said a voice from the back of the class. "New York City," I replied. "Why is your hair different?" Said another. "Because my dad has strawberry blonde hair, I inherited his genes," "Is Ella Hathaway your mama?" "Yes," I said. "You're pretty," A pretty boy said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's not a question, but thank you," I responded, smacking my lips. "Do you plan to overthrow Heather?" What? Those kids were unbelievable. I didn't even know who Heather was, this was probably the third time her name would be mentioned. She continued, "If yes, I

His hand did not let go.Not when I shifted.Not when I tried to put a little space between us.His fingers stayed right where they were, steady around my waist.I looked up at him.That was the mistake.Trevor wasn’t smiling, but something warmer lingered in his eyes—a kind of focus I wasn’t used to seeing on him. It landed on me with enough weight to keep me exactly where I was.The music wrapped around us, slow and soft. Everyone else felt far away, their voices fading into a low blur behind the gentle rise and fall of the song.“Relax,” he murmured, the words brushing close to my ear.I wasn’t tense because I was uncomfortable.I was tense because every small shift of his hand sent heat sparking through me in ways I couldn’t ignore, even if I wanted to.“I am,” I whispered, though my breath betrayed me.His thumb traced a small line near my waist.Barely anything.Yet somehow everything.My heartbeat picked up instantly.He noticed.Of course he did.“You think too much,” he said,

I walked down the aisle slowly, letting the wedding hymn guide each step forward. Petals scattered under my heels, soft against the ground, like the world had dressed itself for something I was not fully ready to believe in. Everyone was standing. Faces turned toward me in a way that made my skin feel warm, like I was being watched from every direction at once. If wishes had weight, I would have folded under mine right there. The beach stretched endlessly on both sides, waves folding into the shore like they were whispering to themselves. The aisle had been carved through sand and flowers, velvety red petals pressed into the ground, antique lanterns swaying above us, glowing against the early evening sky. Painted shells and scattered pebbles lined the path like someone had tried to turn the entire coastline into a memory. Hailey’s mom did that. It was just scenic. It was picturesque. It was too beautiful for something that wasn’t real. How I wanted it to be real anyway. My mother

When I said I wanted to get married, this wasn’t what I had pictured. Cold feet, wedding jitters, all the things people warned me about when I was younger… I used to think they exaggerated. Turns out they were real. Just patient. Waiting for the perfect moment to prove me wrong, and today seemed to be that moment. I was never the girl who believed in fairy tales or those sugary happily-ever-after endings. I didn’t dream about glass slippers or Prince Charmings. Real life taught me early that the world did not work that way, and nothing shattered that lesson more than losing my dad. My father. God, he would have loved today. He talked about it so often—how he would take my hand and place it in my future husband’s like it was the greatest honor of his life, how he would try not to cry as he walked me down the aisle. He had imagined every detail long before I ever cared about weddings. Back then I used to roll my eyes at him, thinking it was all too dreamy, too soft, too unreal. Now

Trevor didn’t look surprised when I walked back into the mansion. Maybe he expected me to come home. Maybe he knew I wouldn’t vanish, not with the media ripping everything apart outside these gates. Or maybe he just understood me in ways I never wanted to admit. He stood at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, posture tight like he had been working through a problem for hours. I set my bag down and met his eyes. “I’m not backing out.” For a moment, nothing moved, not his expression, not even the rhythm of his breathing. Then his shoulders eased by just a little, almost too subtle to notice. “All right,” he said. The quiet between us felt familiar in a way I couldn’t ignore. I reached for my bag again, mostly to steady myself, to have something solid to hold on to. Before I could step away, Trevor spoke. “I made arrangements this morning.” I paused. “You already told me that.” He studied me for a moment like he was deciding whether to repeat himself. Then he continue

Hailey was sprawled on the couch in an oversized shirt, hair messy, makeup halfway gone from the night before. A cup of coffee sat on the table in front of her.She looked up and, in a flash, she was in front of me. She didn’t even give me time to take my shoes off before she wrapped me in a hug. A real one. The kind that squeezes your ribs and your brain at the same time.I had informed her over the phone what transpired between Trevor and I. I might have said I was leaving for… good.Her place always smelled like vanilla and wet paint. A strange combination that somehow felt like warmth and crazy and safety. And then there was Dobby, the little furry prince who had decided I was his from the moment he stared up at me with those brown, cosmic eyes.He pawed at my ankle like he was personally offended I’d stayed away longer than usual.“I’m glad you’re here,” Hailey murmured against my shoulder, then gently tugged me toward the lounge.Of course. The lounge.Our Switzerland.Whenever

Immediately I got to Trevor’s house, I rushed into my room, undressing in a hurry. I dashed into the bathroom and cried my eyes out under the hot shower.Satisfied and spent, I turned off the shower knob and grabbed a towel from the rail as I stepped out. I left the bathroom and sauntered toward the walk-in closet.I changed into a pair of PJs. Then I sat in front of the vanity, drying my wet hair.Swollen eyes. Just great.I tied it into a lazy up-do and stayed there for a couple of minutes, lost in thought while twisting my engagement ring. I had picked it the moment the red gems caught my eye.I went back to the room and sat on the bed, replaying everything that happened. My anger resurfaced when the image of Trevor with the blonde popped into my head.How dare he?How could he do that to me? Twice in a row, making me look stupid.I never signed up for any of this. I didn’t want to get married, but I got myself into this mess by wrecking his car.In a very twisted way, he had chang