Novels by Esther Gana

55. LUTHER "Your pictures are... Terrible." Larissa literally tosses them to the trash. I scoff under my breath. Way to break my spirit. "Look, Larissa, I didn't even want to do this in the first place..." "I just said your pictures are terrible, I didn't say I was going to kick you off the team." She simply says. "Sit." Her dark room/ office is small, the size of a cube, but I find a way to sit as she has asked. "Have you traveled abroad before?" "I haven't." The truth comes out so easily. "Great, neither have I. Look, I know the kind of person you are, all the kids talk about it. Your mother worked in that diner on the other side of town, and you mow lawns sometimes..." I sigh and look away. I came here to confirm her acceptance or rejection of my position as her assistant. I didn't come here to be read to filth. "If I kick you out, one of those rich kids will take your place and have all the fun. I am poor like you, so we have to stick with each other." Ah, great. The

JANAE My first few weeks of working in the Wayne's household. I have been very nervous and extremely scared of how the Wayne children would behave towards me. Quickly, I learn that they are the most nonchalant kids I've ever seen in a long time. The head servant explained to me that my job is not very complicated. I am to quickly learn their late mum's recipes, and also study the former chefs notes on the preference of the family. Everyone has different dietary preferences, and I may be required to cook for everyone. Mister Wayne, my boss, enjoys small, but very complicated meals, and I do not look forward to cooking anything for him. Yes, I can still remember the sex we had at the diner, so familiar like the taste of my own tongue, but that doesn't mean that I have forgotten how strict the man is...I wipe the counter every chance I get, until I start to fear that I would be asked to pay for the wipes I have dwindled in a few days...After the first three days, I realize that

53. MARLON The thought of having Luther watch me play internationally stirs a kind of excitement I have never felt in my life. I have never felt this way about anyone before, and I intend to practice some more, but because The Bisons are a professional Ice hockey team, but because I don't want to be sloppy in front of Luther. The coach and the NHL men looked confused when I brought up Luther, but I'm able to divert their attention..Luther is going alright, I will make sure that he gets on the team of staff that will be joining on. I don't care if I have to give a kidney for that...The first step is to convince Larissa to allow him to join her team. Larissa Bettermore is coolest girl in school, and nothing like the sweet, girlie girls that changed cars every semester. She is always in her own little world. She drives her older brother hand down rusty truck, and buys from clothes from the thrift store. She keeps her hair pixie short and never wears any make-up, but her beauty co

52. MARLONThe next couple of days are uneventful. Luther and I don't talk at all in class, but hey, at least we are not fighting anymore.He still insists that he wants to become a little independent, but I'm not thinking about that right now...This is one of those times that I make it to school a few minutes before the bell goes off. Everyone is staring, pointing at me stylishly, as I walk past. It's not uncommon for them to stare, but it's kind of intense because they are acting like they didn't see me yesterday. "Hey!" My sister appears in her smart nurse uniform. Before I could say anything to her, she smacks me in the back of my head and pulled my lollipop out of my mouth. "How many times have I told you to eat healthy?" She clicks her teeth, but then, she sticks it in her mouth. "May, I swear, why don't you just get your own lollipop? You almost pulled out my bloody teeth." I complain. "Do you have any idea why these losers are staring at me?" "The scouts are here." M

51. LUTHER Call me a horny bastard, but I miss having his dick in my mouth. Why can't we not fight? Why can't we stop getting on each other's nerves? "Ahhh, that's it," his groan makes my own dick stirs. He has no idea what he keeps doing to me. His strong fingers go through my hair, and push his dick deeper down my throat. Maybe it's the alcohol, but he has been a little aggressive tonight. I don't mind it, I'm a little kinky like that, and I also know that he won't do anything to hurt me. He won't do anything I don't want to. "Jesus, Luth, I'm close," he sucks in air between his teeth. "I feel like my soul is about to leave my body."And that's when I let him out of my mouth and crawl up to the bed. His warm lips reach for mine before I can. That's how thirsty he is for me too. "I can't– I can't wait any longer." He whispers as he turns me around. My back muscles tense up, and I bury my face in the pillow. "Ohhh..." A suppressed moan escapes my tensed lips. "Be quiet,

LUTHER “Happy Valentine's day!” My mother has just walked in with a cheap cake, which she drops on the kitchen Island, beside my bowl of cereal. Nothing to be alarmed about, I'm weird like that. Sometimes I take cereal after school, instead of thinking about what to cook for lunch. “Happy Valentine's Day, mum,” I murmur as I look down at my soggy cereals. “you haven't even started your new job yet and you are spending all the rest of your money.” She drag a sigh as she takes out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. “Please, don't give me shit for buying a ten dollar cake.” She sits facing me directly, and she sticks two disposable spoons into the small sized cake. This gesture brings back a lot of memories, and I find myself smiling. It's like I'm ten again, and I'm watching Jurassic Park with mum, and sharing a whole cake. Normally, it would be a treat because it'd be my birthday. I push my bowl away, and join my mother to dig into the cake. The actual cake itself is sm

Naya's POV Erus walks into the building with Brandon right behind him. They have smirks on their face, this makes Gwen look like she would drop dead. She turns to me and grabs me aggressively by my forearm. “What the hell is going on, Naya?! Why is Erus walking in here when he is supposed to be dead?! Where is everyone? What sort of stupid game is this?!” I shrug her off just as aggressively as she grabbed me, and give her a nasty glare. “Play stupid games and win stupid prices, huh? You think you are the only ones with tricks under your sleeves?” Yes, I played the prankster right back. ***** Flashback**** As soon as Gwen leaves the room, I crawl back to Erus' body and continue to rock back and forth. Brandon bursts out of the bathroom, and he turns white as soon as he sees Erus' body. “Naya, we need to take him to the hospital now.” “It's of no use, Brandon! He is dead!” “Fuck, Naya, you said that you weren't going to actually kill him!” Brandon bemoans. “I know what I

Naya's POV I killed my husband. His still-warm body is in my hands, and I watch my tears drip down to his face. No amount of crying will bring back my Erus. I killed a mother and son, I am the worst person to have existed in this world. I hope he forgives me one day, because I didn't have a choice. I had to do what's best for Jordan and the young boy in my womb. I hope that they understand one day. I reach into Erus' pocket and grab his phone. Gwen's number is not hard to find. I dial it and hold my breath, waiting for her to pick up. “Hello, Erus? I am in the outskirts of the city, I can't be of any help to you right now–” “It's me, Naya.” I correct her. “It's done, the hex is broken.” She stops for a second. “You killed Erus? Am I supposed to believe that you had the balls to do that?” “I'm calling you with his phone, what more proof do you need?” I bark at her. She is quiet at the other end. “Send me the address, I'm on my way. Don't do anything else!” I squat by the d

Erus' POV There has not been one healer that would be willing to even attempt to break the hex without causing any problem for themselves. “Black magic.” The old man mutters with disgust. “I don't want any part of this. I'm an old man, but I don't want the kind of death that would befall anyone who attempts to undo this hex.” For the first time in my life, my money and power cannot save me. Now, we are heading to the last person that can help us. I don't know how Devon got to know about this person, but he was able to arrange a meeting between us and a highly spiritual healer in the mountains of inuit. Traveling through the snows and cold tests me beyond my knowledge, but I am grateful for Devon, the steadfast friend that I never knew I had all along. We can see the fire before we get into the cave, and Devon pulls the collar of his thick cardigan over his chin. “Let's hope all of this is finally worth it.” He murmurs. “It will be.” I answer. Mamala is the name of the healer,

Naya's POV I hold my hand over my tummy, trying my hardest not to move too much, because I want to feel the kick of my baby boy. He is so young, the size of a strawberry, but I feel so attached to him already. In all the chaos of my life, this is my peace. I am pregnant, I cannot believe this! I feel excited like the young girl I was when I was pregnant with Jordan, but this time around, I have so much experience and maturity. This will be different for me. I am willing to live this time around, and I have to live for my baby. The first person I need to protect my baby from is Gwen, the witch. She could order me to hurt my baby, there is no limit to her wickedness…A small knock interrupts me. It's Brandon, and he has flowers. How do I know they are from Erus, they look like they have been brought here by a truck. “I heard the news, Miss Woods. Congratulations.” Brandon smiles. I hug him briefly. It's good to see that he has forgiven me. “Thank you, Brandon.” “You're fr

Erus' POV I am tempted to ask her to raise her shirt in to see if her stomach is growing, but I touched it a few days ago when we were fucking, and it was as flat as a board. She looks as shocked as I am, but I wouldn't really trust Naya right now. “What are you talking about, Erus? You won't acknowledge me at the mortuary, and now you are here because I wouldn't eat eggs and meat?” I stand up and slip my hands into the pockets of my pants. “Get a jacket, Naya.” She does, and we walk out of the room. This is the first time that she is stepping out of her ‘prison’ in ten days. She looks at the sky, squinting, when we go out. I ignore her and just get into the car. She gets in the front with me, and I drive away. She stares down at her fingers, as if the patterns on them have just become very intriguing. “I'm not pregnant.” “Yeah, we have been having it like that a lot lately and without protection.” I mutter. “Is that why you are still keeping me in the hotel instead of a

Naya's POV Hearing that sends an excruciating pain through my body. “He couldn't come to do it himself? Or at least send the police?” “I wouldn't blame him, Naya, you did kill his mother.” Brandon says. I give him my hands. He should have put the cuffs on already. I hope he takes me straight to the guillotine. There is not a single servant to witness my walk of shame, and not one police to escort us. We both get into the car, and he drives away. I don't look at the house for the last time, I don't want to remember this house….He keeps driving and not once does he say a word to me. I know he hates me too. I just hope my death is fast, to give everyone relief. There is only one prison in the city of Moonclaw, and it's one of the strictest that I have ever seen in the world. I am wondering what kind of treatment I will get, and I better have an explanation for my cellmates on why the Alpha's wife is being thrown in with them. But, Brandon misses the turn….Is he lost in his tho

EpilogueMalik is tired, he has hardly slept for more than two hours in the past three days. The reason is that he is putting together the last of his affairs. After all, he is moving to Italy. He has done a lot in the past days which includes making peace with his father's enemies, Tide and Devan gold. It wasn't easy making peace with them, but he did. He paid for their damages and informed them that Jacksons' company is now under new management. He also proposed business deals to them and from what he saw, he will run the company more successfully. He is also discussing a change of name for the company, he wants it to bear his mother's name because she deserves it. He can't forget his brother too. Even though his brother has been the biggest asshole, he was still his brother and for that, he has made a huge donation to a rehabilitation program, Edna did the same. As for his father, he is still mourning the "loss" of his business, but he is not going to suffer. He still has a

Malik has never felt more nervous in his life. He was bold when he told Edna that he wanted to talk with her parents. He was bold when she told him that they are ready to meet with him. He was bold when he drove to the restaurant one fine evening from his hotel room, but the moment he saw her intimidating father, he lost all his courage and his heart fell to the pit of his stomach like a deflated balloon. Her mother didn't see him, she is reading through the menu and talks to her husband, who has locked eyes with Malik. He still feels the impact of the man's punch from the night before. He smooths his hair back, adjusts his jacket, and walks into the restaurant. It's not full, that's because this isn't New York. "Hello. " He says to both of them but he doesn't take his seat. Edna's mother frowns and drops the menu back on the table. Her father only nods at him, that's it. He feels pain so heavy in the back of his throat, but he composes himself. He can't believe that they hav

Both Edna and Malik knew that this was coming after all Malik was just spitting all the unknown facts at him. Edna feels a rumbling in her stomach and she feels like it's just her baby getting scared too. Malik drops the papers in his hand and for the first time, he smiles. He smiles at his father's misery and he even laughs at it. "Well, Dad, you have always thought we were fucking, turns out we were. " He grins like he is fucking proud of himself. "What?!" "I'm responsible, Dad. " Malik breaks it down. " At least it's still your grandchild. "Mister Jackson jumps up to his feet as if his chair just caught flames and he points a finger at Edna. The flames in his eyes are so hot that she is scared she is going to get scaled. "You!!" He screams. " I have always known that you are a good-for-nothing piece of shit, I should have killed you when I had the chance. "Even with all his angry bursts, he doesn't go close to Edna and Malik just leaves him alone to go rant. " I took you

Edna feels like she has just melted into her chair, all numb from her head to the heels of her toes. "What?!" Her voice is so small that it doesn't sound like hers at all. Malik doesn't give her any answer, he is having a staring contest with his father. The tension is tight in the air, they won't say a word to each other. Malik looks calmer but his father looks like he is a bomb that is going to go off any time soon. Edna swallows down an imaginary lump in her throat but she still doesn't feel better, it's suffocating. " Malik. " She turns to him. " I don't understand what you are saying. "He turns to her and gives her hand a little squeeze. " Don't worry, it's all going to be cleared in a few minutes. "She nods and keeps calm, she believes him. He turns to his father and that glare returns back to its place. He leans back against his chair, but not his father. " We are listening, Dad. " He shrugs. " Why did you do it? Why did you kill your favorite son?"" Malik, boy. " Hi

True to Malik's word, a call comes in from the front desk that someone is waiting for her at the reception. It's a good thing that she has put on her clothes and gotten prepared for the person who would be picking her up. She locks up her room and walks to the elevator. As the elevator lowers to the ground, she wonders what Malik is up to. She gets out of the elevator and walks into the reception. There are a lot of people there, but when she sees Rollins, she knows that it's him. Maybe because he is putting on such a fine suit or because she has seen him a few times with Malik, he is one of the few people that work directly for Malik and not his father. He smiles and walks up to her and bows to her respectfully. " Good morning. " He greets. " Good morning." She answers with a very bright smile. " This way, ma'am. " He leads her out of the hotel and towards the parking lot. She sights the white SUV even before they get close to it. He walks ahead of her and opens the door for

Edna's face turns white as Anna's confession is not something that she saw coming. Anna too never wanted the marriage? She didn't want to get married to Malik? That's wild. Anna laughs when she sees how surprised Edna is and she walks to the edge of the bed and sits on it. She crosses her legs over each other and pulls a pillow close to her. She glances at Edna and she understands that she wants to sit beside her. She does too and now they are so close that they can feel each other's body heat. " But did you really believe that those tears were real?" Anna laughs. "Yeah, I have been so worried about you. " Edna says. " I have always wanted to call you but if I left you would still be mad at all of us. ""Nah. " She waves off. " It's kind of a huge relief for me too, so it's all good. "Edna is so confused right now. "But you were so excited about getting married. " Edna can't let this go so easily. "No, I pretended to be so happy because I wanted to make my parents happy. " S