Novels by Evnoia

“I have a right to make my own decision, Father, just as your daughter has made hers.” Daphne's voice resounded in the room with echoes. “And what is your decision, child?” “I will stay back in my Father's—”“Why is that?” Luna Whitmore questioned. The way she looked at Daphne reflected nothing but hate, but at the same time, there was Daphne who didn't care what the woman thought of her. “Tell me why you should stay back in this pack when so many lives are at stake?” “Mother,” Daphne spoke. “Your daughter is the one who should be there, not be.” “My daughter is pregnant. But there's you and you're not pregnant—” Luna Whitmore fought back. “You're not with a child. A child in Ophelia’s stomach is the reason she cannot go.” “But I am married!” Daphne shouted. “What marriage?” The Alpha stepped in once again. A slight chuckle ran out of his mouth. He looked at Adrian, his daughter before Daphne who moped at him. “A marriage where the husband no longer loves you? Because if he d

Alpha Edgar struggled to stand on his feet and when he couldn't, he leaned on the wall. As he looked away from Ophelia and avoided her gaze, he announced. “Alpha Caius will be here to take you with him in a few days, Ophelia.” All Ophelia could do was mop at him, them—the Alpha and the Luna who didn't move from a spot, but watched their daughter with pity in their eyes. The Luna then spoke. “We tried to tell you but we couldn't. And now we don't have a choice.” “I don't believe this.”Ophelia’s words hit the walls of the large room. She looked around and met the gaze of Adrian who simply watched, although covering himself with the duvet so that he was not naked. Daphne had a smile on her countenance. How could she not? Things were beginning to seem okay for her. The revenge and justice she deserved was about to be served, how could she not like that? “You sold me to that man, Father—” “You were not sold, Ophelia.” “So what is it?” Disappointment crowded her countenance. She

Daphne walked into the room, her breath catching in her throat at the sight before her—Adrian and Ophelia tangled in a moment of passion. On her matrimonial bed!The air was thick. It wrapped around her lungs like an iron fist, almost choking her to death. Her vision blurred as she struggled to process what she was seeing, though she wished she couldn’t.Adrian was supposed to be her husband and Ophelia, her step-sister even though things didn't work out well between them, but what happened to staying away from her husband? The air around her felt suffocating. Her hand went to her burning chest and she realized how in the act the both of them were, the more reason why they didn't hear her walk in. A raw, broken cry escaped Daphne’s lips. Adrian heard it immediately, his body going rigid. He froze, and his eyes widened with shock. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came. Daphne could see Ophelia, but there was no look of regret on her countenance. Instead, she adjusted on

Olivia walked out of the kitchen with two trays and positioned them on the table. Where was Emily?Past eight in the night and she was yet to return from the Enterprise. Such a thing rarely happened and when it did, there was a problem.She grabbed the glasses on the table and headed to the kitchen. By the time she returned, the door made a sound. “Emily?” Olivia positioned the new set of glasses on the table and walked to the door. She unlocked it from inside and when it opened, there was Emily at the entrance of the apartment. “Well, what happened to you?” There was worry in her tone. She supervised the older woman walking into the house, while she latched the door and veered around. “Emily, did something happen at work?”“Good evening, Liv,” Emily, who was exhausted, plopped down on one of the couches. “I was assisting Mark with his task. He had a lot to do at work today.”“Ohh,” Olivia sauntered past her and caught up with the dining table. “I organized something for us to eat

“Emily Hartley!” Mark stepped into her office without knocking. He had a smile plastered on his countenance and something she could not plainly catch a glimpse of was in his hands. “Mark!” She dubbed, recuperating from the shock she encountered when he bumped into her expanse, screaming her name. “What's up?”Pointing out the look on her face, he halted halfway. “I frightened you, forgive me.” He started to walk again, then put up with a seat opposite her. “I was asked to pass information to you, that's why I am here.”“Is everything OK?” She sat up and asked, and then her eyes flitted to the item in his hand. “What do you have there, Mark?”The man cracked up and positioned the card on the table before passing it to the other side so her hand could touch. “Mr. Stone asked me to give this to you.”What is it? She wanted to ask. But on second thought, she took the yield of the card, unfurled it and wheezed the next moment. “Yeah—” Mark was loving the reaction on her countenance. “Yo

The door of his office pushed open and with this, he caught sight of her at the entrance. “Katherine!” A smile came live on his face as he modelled up on his seat. He made a gesture with one of his hands, pointing to one of the vacant chairs opposite him. “Come on. Take a seat.”With a smile on her face, and bobbing of her head—Katherine made it to one of the seats. “I am sorry I took so long, Mr. Steele,” she lowered the file she came with, on the desk. “She came a bit late.”“Were you able to make her speak?” The worried man asked. “Did she tell you anything at all?”“No,” Katherine shook her head. “She didn't say anything to me at all. I feel I am not good at a task like this. It feels as though she is hiding something and doesn't want to talk to me about it.”"Damn it!" Jonathan slammed one of his hands on the table. “Why do I get this feeling that the woman is up to something?” The worried man asked. “Not on a mission of her own, but with someone and that person is none other

Whatever the woman had come up with this time, had better make some sense. Olivia boarded a cab and headed to the location as asked in the text message she received last night. It was better than ending her moment in the office to be there, she thought while the man on the sterling did his job. When would all of these be over? Her thoughts drifted and she sat up on the seat, clutching her handbag tight to herself. This was not the right time to bother herself with these questions. All she knows she needs in the meantime is to know why Victoria had called for another meeting. Well, she was going to know in the end. So why bother? She lifted her head to look outside the cab and rays of sunlight came off at her, reminding her of how the day had just started. Soon, the cab halted at the front of the gate. “I have arrived, ma'am.” the man who handled the journey process called the attention of Olivia who looked like she was lost in a world of her thoughts. “Thank you.” She greeted

Shit!Why did she forget to tell Olivia of the little idea that popped up in her head before leaving the office? The woman hopped in her car and heaved a sigh. It was not so hard to return to the office, take a seat and discuss with her about her plans. But on second thought, she thought back to Mr. Steele and how he was everywhere, seeking answers to the questions he asked Olivia the other day. The man was clever and wouldn't think twice before knowing that the woman lied about her answer. This way, he would pursue other ways to know and even go as far as bringing some of the other staff into the picture. It was a long day at the office, there was a need to be at home. But after many thoughts and unanswered questions, Victoria started the car engine and began her journey out of the large compound. The man who seemed like he lived at the gate, forever, opened up for her to drive out and she did, she heaved a deep sigh. There was a need to meet with Olivia as soon as possible and

“Have you told him yet?” Olivia strolled into the medium-sized living room. “Has he talked about it, rather?”“Uh, no,” Emily shook her head. “I texted him that night, but got no reply.”“Oh, I see,” Olivia bobbed her head. “Why is he yet to talk about it?”“I wouldn't know,” the woman answered back. “There is time for everything. Now may not be the right time to go on dates.”“You are right,” Olivia nodded as she squeezed a spoonful of the nourishment in her mouth. “He'd come around, don't think about it.”“Who says I am troubled by that?” Emily sneered. “Mr. Stone has a preference for me. I like him, too. I am not bothered about anything. Nothing at all.”Olivia altered her position on the chair and began. “Would you date him if he asked you to?”A smile appeared on Emily's countenance and she switched her position on the couch, confronting Olivia. Her face contorted red and she glanced away, then back at Olivia. “Why do you ask, Liv?”“Why not?” Olivia questioned back. “You are my