Novels by Mokhethea

ANNIE'S POV The air outside my hospital room carried a distinct scent, a mix of antiseptic and mint, that lingered in the chilly atmosphere, making my skin prickle with goosebumps as Matilda expertly maneuvered my wheelchair down the long, sterile hallway. After what felt like an eternity spent surrounded by the constant humming and beeping of machines, coupled with a parade of doctors and nurses coming and going, I was finally on my way out. My body still felt weak, a little sore, but my spirits were so high you would swear I had wings. Earlier that morning, I had been blessed with a visit from Mrs. Blackwood, who brought along a batch of delicious muffins and wrapped me in a warm embrace that felt like sunshine. She told me how everyone at the bakery was so proud of me for what I had done, and they couldn't wait for me to come back. That made me so happy. Now, as we approached the front desk where the discharge forms awaited, I hugged my warm blanket tightly around my legs for co

STEPHEN'S POV “Come in,” I called out, my voice breaking the silence that filled my office when I heard a gentle knock on the door. A bright smile broke across my face as soon as my fiancee stepped through the doorway. Her presence always had a way of brightening my day, even in the midst of the hectic demands of my job. “Hey babe,” she greeted, her voice warm and inviting, as she gracefully made her way toward my desk. I couldn’t help but stand up from my chair, pushing it back slightly, and walked around the table to meet her, eager to close the physical distance between us. “Hey love,” I replied softly, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips, savoring that brief moment of connection before the weight of the world rushed back into our conversation. “How are you feeling?” Catherine sighed heavily, her breath shuddering as she placed her hands on my chest, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. “I don’t kno

ANNIE'S POV "Do you have any idea just how worried I was about you, huh?" Matilda exclaimed, her brows furrowing in frustration as she scolded me. The concern in her voice was unmistakable. "What if something really bad had happened to you? What on earth would I do without you, huh?" Feeling the heat of shame wash over me, I looked down at my lap, unable to meet her piercing gaze as I mumbled my apology, "I'm sorry." "You are so fucking careless sometimes Annie; I swear, I just can't with you!" she retorted, her voice a mix of disbelief and exasperation. I could see the worry etched across her face, though her anger was evident too. I pouted as I raised my eyes to meet Matilda's. Her expression was stormy, a mixture of anger and profound fear, and I knew I had put her through an ordeal. "I said I was sorry, Mattie! I was lost in thought and didn’t even notice that car behind me until it was almost too late." Matilda let out a heavy sigh, and her demeanor softened just a touch.

STEPHEN's POV The atmosphere in the hospital was one of utter chaos, a frenetic whirlwind of activity as nurses and doctors hurried back and forth, their expressions a mixture of focus and anxiety. The gravity of the queen’s condition had cast a heavy cloud over the entire emergency room. It had been hours since we first began our desperate efforts to stabilize her, and despite our relentless work, the situation was growing increasingly dire. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and the grim reality was that her condition was deteriorating more rapidly than we had anticipated. I could feel beads of perspiration forming on my forehead, dampening my operation scrubs as I navigated the frantic scene alongside my colleagues, Dr. Ryan and Dr. Kerkez, who were equally immersed in the high-stakes battle for Queen Helén's life. “She’s losing a lot of blood,” Dr. Ryan exclaimed, his voice dripping with urgency. “We’ll need at least two to three drips of type O blood group. Nurse! Qu

ANNIE'S POV I was sitting on my knees, naked, with both my arms outstretched and tied to the front posts of the bed with something like a rope. I could hear some movement behind me, but my head could only turn to the side as I tried to look back. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and my whole body felt so hot for some reason. I felt the bed dip behind me, and the next thing I felt was somebody's hard chest pressing flat against my back, with their hand wrapping around my neck while the other caressed and played with my nipples. My back arched, my head falling back on their shoulder, and a throaty moan slipped out of my mouth when something cold pinched my nipples so hard. That certainly hurt, but the wave of pleasure that went through my body because of that left me whimpering and wanting more. I could feel my own wetness spreading between my thighs. "Look at you princess.."A very deep and raspy voice murmured against my ear. His voice alone making me whimper desperately"I

STEPHEN'S POVIt was a struggle to escape from the table with that huge tent in my pants but I managed to sneak away hopefully without anybody noticing it. I hurriedly ascended up the golden staircase to the second floor and then took right, heading towards Catherine's bedroom. Once I reached at her door, I slowly turned the knob and opened it before pushing myself inside. Catherine was sitting on the edge of the bed , one leg crossed over the other. The one on top was peeking through the slit of her glistening black & gold gown dress that she was wearing and I licked my lips as my eyes trailed down the long and sexy leg. Catherine was a very sexy woman. She was tall and had right amount of curves in all right places. Her pretty face was that one that could make every man lose focus and heck don't get me started about the big D-cups that she carried on her chest. Probably the first thing that attracted me to her. I was a sucker for fat boobs and there were without a question my bigge

Author’s Note!❤️ Hi! You made it. You really made it. First of all, THANK YOU for reading all the way through. Whether you binged this at 3 a.m. under your blanket or kept up with every update like a loyal legend, I’m sending you the biggest virtual hug. This story means so much to me. It’s about love. The kind that isn’t always easy, or perfect, or what you expected—but the kind that’s real. The kind you choose over and over again. If this story touched you, made you cry, made you laugh, or made you yell at your screen—same. 😭😂 So whether you're a McKenzie, an Anushka, a Reyan, or someone still figuring it all out—thank you for being here. I see you. And I love you for it. — [Rae] 🤍

18 Years Later... The house was quiet in that way Anushka had come to treasure—full of life, yet settled. Afternoon light poured in through the tall windows, casting a soft glow over the framed photographs on the hallway wall. She stood in front of one in particular—the one with the garland. Her father, frozen in time, smiling in his signature crisp white kurta, the corner of his eyes crinkled in amusement. A marigold mala had been laid gently across the top of the frame. It had been five years since he passed. She reached up, adjusting one of the garlands so it sat straighter, her fingers brushing against the cool glass. A breath caught in her throat, the kind that never really left. “I hope you see her,” she whispered. “I hope you’re watching.” The front door creaked open and a burst of laughter spilled in—sharp, bright, unmistakably theirs. McKenzie entered first, hair pulled back into a messy bun, basketball tucked under one arm. She kicked off her sneakers without breakin

ANUSHKA’S POV The world looked different on the day we brought him home. I noticed things I hadn’t noticed before—how blue the sky really was, how warm sunlight could feel even through car windows, how every red light felt like an eternity when you had a six-pound miracle in the backseat. McKenzie drove like a retired Formula One driver, one hand tight on the wheel, the other hovering like a shield near Reyan’s carrier. “No one’s even close to us,” I murmured with a smile. “Not taking chances,” she muttered, eyes sharp in the rearview mirror. “These streets are full of amateurs.” I turned to look at him. Our son. Bundled in white, cheeks pink, his head swaying slightly with each bump in the road. His mouth puckered in sleepy protest, his tiny fist peeking out from the wrap like a question mark. Everything in me softened again. My body was sore. My back ached. My stitches tugged every time I breathed too hard—but none of that mattered. Not when he sighed like that. Not

The keys hit the marble floor with a metallic clatter. "Where are the damn keys?" Danelle muttered, half-shouting, as she scrambled across the foyer in bare feet, heart thundering. "I'm fine!" Anushka insisted from the doorway, one hand bracing her belly, the other clutching Aunt Pooja's arm. "It's just a slow trickle. Not a flood." "It's your water breaking, Anushka, not a spilled glass of juice!" Danelle shouted back, finally snatching the keys from under the entryway bench. Her hands were shaking. Karina's voice floated in from upstairs: "Grab the overnight bag! It's in the closet near the nursery!" "I packed it three weeks ago!" Danelle yelled, halfway to the garage now. Anushka groaned, waddling after her with the kind of grace only a nine-months-pregnant woman on the brink of labor could possess. Aunt Pooja jogged beside her, heels clicking. "Did you call the hospital?" Danelle shouted from the car: "I'm calling on the way!" By the time the SUV pulled out of

A few days later... The courtyard of the McKenzie mansion had been transformed into something between a prayer and a dream. Bright marigolds cascaded from the pillars in thick orange garlands, swaying gently in the breeze. Strings of jasmine curled around golden mandap arches, their scent sweet and heady. Clay incense holders released delicate tendrils of sandalwood smoke into the warm afternoon air, mingling with the soft sounds of veena music drifting in the background. At the heart of it all sat Anushka. She was draped in a deep wine-red silk saree, the borders glimmering with antique zari embroidery. Her bare belly—round, full, and radiant—was gently encircled by a soft golden waistband. Bangles shimmered on both arms, her wrists a medley of green, gold, and red. Around her neck sat an heirloom temple choker, heavy with history, and in her coiled bun, tiny strings of fresh mogra flowers peeked through. A red bindi, centered perfectly between her brows, glowed like a third eye u

DANELLE’S POV Four months later..... The double doors of the conference room clicked shut behind me as I exhaled the kind of breath that only quarterly board meetings could suck out of your lungs. “Great job in there, ma’am,” James said, falling into step beside me, his tablet balanced like an extra limb. I gave him a nod, loosening the button on my blazer. “Tell legal I want the paperwork for the Oakland merger on my desk by five. And no spin—just the raw draft. I’ll redline it myself.” “Yes, ma’am. And the delegation from Lagos rescheduled—they’re flying in next Friday.” “Book the suite at the Peninsula for them. Full hospitality.” “Already done.” "Good." The elevator dinged, and we stepped out onto the executive floor—quiet, carpeted and pulsing with the low hum of power that only the top tier ever heard. James kept pace beside me, flipping through his digital calendar. “Also, I confirmed the Q3 audit with Price & Knox. They’re sending someone senior this time,

SEBASTIAN'S POV It was already dark outside by the time we entered St Jose Town. The streets glowed under rows of streetlights while cars moved slowly through the evening traffic. Some shops were still open, their bright signs lighting up the sidewalks, while groups of people walked around laughing and talking. We were finally home. The music that was still playing softly through the car suddenly did not distract me anymore. Reality was slowly starting to settle in again, and with every minute that passed, my nerves got worse. I glanced at Zaire from the corner of my eye. He had one hand rested lazily on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh to the beat of the song playing. He looked relaxed. Completely normal. Meanwhile, I felt like I was going to throw up. "You good?" he asked suddenly, catching me staring. I quickly looked away. "Yeah." "You been quiet for a while now." "I'm just tired." "Hm." He stared at me suspiciously for a second befo

SEBASTIAN’S POV “So you guys hooked up?” Maggie asked after I told her what happened after I stormed away from the party last night. “Yeah.” I nodded and leaned back in the booth. “We made out and I gave him head.” Maggie looked at me for a few seconds before sighing. “Seb, I know you love Zaire, but—” “But what?” “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? At least then you’ll know where you stand with him. You can’t keep hurting yourself over this secret pining. Enough is enough.” It sounded simple when she said it like that. But nothing about this was simple. “I didn’t like how he treated you last night,” she continued. “He's busy leading you and entertaining other girls right in front of you.” “He didn’t lead me on, Maggie. He never promised me anything.” “I don't care. He's making out with you and letting you suck his cock. Isn't that leading someone on?” “He’s straight—” “Oh, spare me that crap.” She rolled her eyes. “Even you know that’s not true. Straig

ZAIRE’S POV My back arched, a loud moan passing through my lips as I felt Sebastian very deep inside of me. His strokes were deep, hard, and fast, making my eyes roll at the back of my head as immense pleasure consumed every inch of my body. "Oh, fuck Seb." I cried out in pleasure, desperately thrusting myself back into him. I was in all fours, my stomach basically flat against the bed, my butt poked out whilst my legs were spread perfectly for him as his hands grabbed my waist and took me rawly from behind For all the time I had sex in my life, nobody had ever made me feel the way Sebastian was making me feel. The sex was explosive, so raw and intense like nothing I had ever felt before. My body was reacting to him in a way it never did for any man. Yeah well, maybe because I had never got fucked by a man before. Until now. "Fuck." Sebastian grunted deeply, his body leaning down to cover mine as he loosely hooked his arm around my neck, his movements on me never waverin

ZAIRE'S POV Sebastian kneeled down between my legs, his hands unbuckling my belt while staring right at me. I licked my lips, heat pooling at the pit of my stomach at the intensity of his gaze. I was nervous and trembling with anticipation of what was going to happen next. I lifted myself up slightly from the couch as Sebastian pulled off my jeans along with my briefs. My cock sprung out—hard and heavy, glistening with the evidence of how aroused I truly was. I had never felt so turned on in my life. A choked sound escaped my throat as Sebastian wrapped a firm hand around my shaft. He started stroking me slowly, his touch sending delicious shivers all over my body. I bit down my lip, my breath coming out heavy and ragged. I hissed, my fingers curling into the couch cushions as he leaned in and swiped his long tongue across my reddened head. He then licked my length a few more time before he finally put it in his warm mouth. I closed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply through my nos

ZAIRE’S POV Sebastian was stepping out of the bathroom when I walked into the room, drying his hair with a towel. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. I shoved my hands into my pockets and quickly looked away, trying not to stare. I leaned against the doorframe, but my heart was beating way too fast for me to feel relaxed. Sebastian didn’t look at me. Not even once. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the bed and walked straight past me, and headed for the couch like I wasn’t even there. The smell of his body wash lingered in the air, making it even harder to focus. “So…” I started, turning to face him. “We’re not going to talk, is that it?” He didn't respond. He just sat down on the couch, laid back, and pulled the blanket over himself. Then he turned his back to me like the conversation was already over. I frowned and pushed myself off the doorframe. “Come on yo,” I said, walking over to him. “We really gonna do this?”

SEBASTIAN'S POV For the first time in my life, I wasn't enjoying a football game. And it had nothing to do with the game itself. It was what I was being forced to sit through the whole damn time. Naomi was all over Zaire, and he didn't seem to mind at all. She sat pressed up against him on the bleachers like there was no empty space anywhere else. Every few minutes she leaned in close to say something in his ear, laughing at whatever he said. Her hand kept finding his arm, his shoulder, his hair, his chest, and Zaire let her. Worse-he looked comfortable. Was this how he acted with girls he liked? Easy. Relaxed. Smiling all the damn time. I felt sick. I felt heartbroken. And I could hear that little voice at the back of my mind that I have been trying to ignore the entire time I have been in love with this boy, reminding me once again of the one thing I feared the most: Zaire could never love me back. He was into girls. He loved soft, curvy body and tits. And me? I was a to