Novels by Sammeeha

I stared at my phone, my eyes fixed on the text message. How did he even get my number? I hadn't given it to him, and I certainly hadn't posted it on my socials. But then again, he was a billionaire. Getting someone's phone number was probably child's play for him. I read the message again, feeling a small flutter in my chest. "Wear the outfit I sent you to my company tomorrow," it said. No hello, no explanation, just a straightforward command. I felt a surge of annoyance coursing through me, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity. Why had he sent me the outfit in the first place? And what did he plan to do tomorrow? My eyes dropped to the signature at the end of the message: "-T." Trevor. I knew it was him before I saw the signature. I glanced at the outfit, still neatly wrapped in its packaging. I had to admit, I was tempted to try it on. But it seemed questionable. What was the billionaire's motive? Trevor didn't seem like the type to do something nice without expecting somethi

I stepped out of Hailey's car and gazed up at the towering glass building before me in awe. The sunlight danced across its sleek exterior, casting a kaleidoscope of reflections that made it shimmer like a giant crystal. I felt tiny and awestruck, my neck craned back to take it all in. "Holy moly!" I breathed, my eyes fixed on the building. Mr. Reynolds hadn't exaggerated when he claimed to be a billionaire; the building was even more impressive than I'd imagined. 'Huge' felt like an understatement – 'mighty' truly captured its essence. I pushed through the revolving doors and was immediately enveloped by an air of sophistication. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, and the sound of muted conversation. The lobby was impressive, with polished marble floors that gleamed under the bright lights and modern art pieces that seemed to jump off the walls. I recognized a few of the artists, and my eyes widened in surprise. Meanwhile, suited guards stood at attention, thei

"What's up, babe?" Hailey said, gesturing at the Nutella wrapper in my hand. I rested my back on the car seat and tucked in my seatbelt. "The usual," I answered her in a somber voice. I needed to cut off unnecessary expenses if I was going to make enough to pay for Mom's outstanding medical bills. I was still contemplating working for Trevor Reynolds."Yeah, I know, but you should still eat something," she said, concerned about my health. In all honesty, I wasn't even a tad bit bothered by my health. She clicked her tongue. "So where are we headed?""It's a company; it's located on Wall Street.""Oooh, fancy!" She cooed."Anyways, I met this idiotic, narcissistic, and egotistical asshole two days ago. I accidentally scratched the hood of his car, and guess what?" I continued when she didn't reply. "This is the part where you guess, Ms. Girl!""I'm so sorry. What? I couldn't catch everything you shot out. I guess it's a man," she corrected herself."He told me that I have to pay him fi

A whole day passed in a blur. I mean, it was like Mr. Reynolds just burst into my life out of nowhere. And now, I couldn't stop thinking about him. His piercing silver eyes, his smile... it all felt so surreal. I kept replaying our conversations in my head, but one thought stuck out—I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life had been turned upside down. As the second day dawned, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions. Excitement, fear, uncertainty—they all swirled together, having a maddening dance in my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to work with him, to unravel the mystery that was Trevor Reynolds. But, honestly, I was freaking out. What if I messed up? What if he was super demanding or something? My mind was a mess. As the sun started setting, I knew I had to make a decision. And yeah, I was clueless. The money was a huge problem, and I had no idea how I was going to come up with it. But I guess I didn't have a choice. It was either work for

The sudden appearance of my savior left me stunned; standing before me was none other than Mr. Trevor Reynolds. His face was mirroring the same expression on my face. Shock. And something more in his eyes. Relief?"What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like that?" He asked, gesturing at the two pieces adorning my body. The clothes weren't exactly goody-two-shoes-like, as expected; it was a flimsy, cropped polo shirt with an extremely short, flared tennis skirt."Uhm—because I work here?""Is he your boyfriend?" He asked again, emphasizing 'he.' Mr. Brunette looked uncomfortable and winded from the tight hold on him. The fingers wrapped around his neck would leave the skin red, brutally red."Leave him alone, you're going to kill the man!" I yelled. The poor man was struggling against Mr. Reynolds' tight grip, but he didn't yield, choking the life out of the brunette."Who is he? Answer me, damn it!" He roared. I rushed towards his side, pulling his hand away from the brunet

The night at Sippin' Strippin' was busy as usual; business was booming, and the crowd was electric. The dim lights made everything feel like a hazy dream, and the music was so loud it vibrated through every cell in my body. I pushed through the crowded room, the smell of perfume and booze hanging heavy in the air. It was overwhelming, but weirdly, it felt like home—Sean, with his chiseled features and kind eyes, always looked out for me. I started working at Sippin' Strippin' six months ago, and it's been a wild ride ever since—trust me, it wasn't the most exciting job, but the pay was great; at least it was better than Campbell's."Ally, some guys need you over there," John, the bartender, said, pointing toward a group of friends at the far end of the club. The secluded part, V.I.P."Sure thing, handsome," I flirtatiously teased him, accepting the tray of drinks from his hands. His eyes twinkled in amusement, ignoring my flirtatious ass—it wasn't a new thing to him. Some days, he fli

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