Novels by Gbemiè

TheoThe weekend had been nothing like what we had looked forward to. It stretched longer than it should have, weighed down by uncomfortable situations.Naeva’s reaction to everything—the confusion, her kidnapping. Everything kept playing in my mind, twisting me up. I had almost started questioning the prophecy.I sat staring at my palms, empty now. The latest traces of light from the spell were gone, faded.Each of us had two. That was all. I had used my first on Camden, when we almost lost him. And the second, the last one, I spent to drag Naeva out of that darkness to bring her back from where she was held.There was nothing left to use. That was all.I should have been afraid. But a strange calmness wrapped around me instead. Like maybe it was worth it. Maybe she was worth it. I couldn’t leave her helpless.“Hey, what’s going on?” Cassian’s voice came from the inn

Naeva QuinnI fell back to the floor, my palm throbbed in pain from the impact of the fall. My breath came out ragged, clouding the air before me. I pressed my injured hand against my chest.And realisation hit me, that this place was far more dangerous than I thought.“Theo,” I called again, my voice, a plea more than anything.Silence answered me.I swallowed, tried again, this time louder. “Theo!”Nothing.The room itself answered back—a voice that didn't feel human. low, taunting, followed by a ripple of laughter.“You still don’t understand, do you?” The voice said, dripping with mockery. “No one is coming for you. No one can hear you. Anyone here will only hear what I allow.” My heart sank as the new realization; the entire place was sound-manipulated. My voice won't leave here.Hope crumbled inside and melted inside me like ice.I slid back against the floor, my chest thudding, Was this how it ended? “What will you do now?” the voice came again, coaxed.Anger burned through t

Naeva Quinn When the car finally jerked to a stop, my chest dropped with the sudden silence. The noise from the road died and with it, the biting cold that had followed me all along seemed to disappear. The air here was different. Warm. Like the very walls were breathing heat back at me. Rough hands gripped me, dragging me from the back seat. My wrists burned against the rope, the knot too tight, unforgiving. I kicked out, my legs thrashing against solid bodies, but it did nothing. My feet scraped against hard ground, boots against gravel, then wood, then something smoother. I gave up the fight. Not because I wanted to, but because it was pointless. They were stronger, and I was wasting strength I might need later. Dialogue, I thought. Words could do what force could not. “You’ve got the wrong person,” I said, my voice sharp, stern, trying to hold steady against the storm building in my chest. No answer. Not even a whisper of acknowledgment. The warmth grew heavier the further th

Naeva QuinnTheo was left with no other choice but to let me go. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to come with me, to keep me. But I had insisted. My heart was set on moving, and he respected it, even if I could feel his gaze burn into my back as I was walking away.The air was colder away from the mansion, sharper, like it wanted me to go back. But I didn’t stop. Step after step, I knew I would get home. Finally, I took a taxi, just as I turned the corner of my street, barely a stone’s throw from my house.My eyes caught a car parked. It wasn’t the one I had left in the morning. No, this one was familiar.“Wow.” I gasped, My breath hitched. It was Mrs. Ivy’s.“How?”“Why?”“What's she doing here?”That’s how I just knew I made the right decision, a voice whispered in my head. She was here, waiting for me, right at the moment I needed reassurance. That means she's who I needed.I hurried toward the car but it was empty. She wasn’t inside. She must be somewhere around or even

Naeva QuinnMy lips trembled. That face was impossible to mistake. It was her.I’d seen her before—once, twice, maybe more. Always in my dreams. The ones that clung to me long after I woke. She terrified me then, and seeing her now, real and solid, chilled me to the bone.What unsettled me most was how I couldn’t remember the dreams themselves, yet her face was carved into my memory like a scar.She crossed the space between us and pulled me into her arms. Her embrace was firm enough that I pushed her back, just enough to show I wasn’t accepting it. She steadied herself, smiled like she’d expected that, like she knew more than I did.“She’s the one,” she said, voice sharp and certain. “The Blessed One. Neava, you came just at the right time.”Blessed one? Me? The words didn’t even surprise me, it just felt wrong.I looked at the boys. None of them met my eyes. They fidgeted, pretending the air wasn’t thick with tension. I sat too, but my body refused to relax.The woman reached for the

Neava Quinn “That was a nice play for a newbie,” Theo said when I finally caught up with them. He threw a weak smile over his shoulder before he and the others disappeared around a corner. I stood there, blinking at the empty space where they had been. They didn't even wait to speak to me That’s when I saw Malik. He was standing with Mrs. Ivy. They were having a serious talk, too private for me to interrupt. Not like I would anyways. I wasn’t ready for another confusing talk or one of Mrs. Ivy’s mysterious smiles. So I changed direction fast, pretending I hadn’t seen them. The rest of the day moved slowly after that. I didn’t see the boys again, not even in the hallways before school ended. When I finally got home, Malik was already there. He was sitting stiffly at the desk across from my father. Both of their faces were serious, making the air in the room thick. “Sweetheart.” My mother came out of the kitchen. Her voice was gentle. “You must be hungry. You didn’t eat your breakf

~A Bullet In The Head~Carlos’s mansion blazed like a fortress. Spotlights beamed across the vast estate, casting shadows over the marble statues lining the driveway. All the guards were dressed in all black, they had rifles slung across their chests as they paced along the perimeter watching out for danger.Back in the house, Carlos Hugo stood before his mirror, strapped a bulletproof vest beneath his designer shirt. Sweat glistened on his temples. He wasn't sure of how the night would play out but he needed to be more than ready for it. He picked up a silver pistol from his dresser and loaded it with enough clicks. He was about to sip his glass of whiskey when his phone buzzed on the table beside him. He snatched it up."Where are you?" he barked.There was no reply, everything was static."Coward," he muttered, realizing his lawyer had fled.Unknown to him, there was something going on downstairs. One of the guards rushed in, "Sir... it's him."Carlos's face twisted instantly. "A

~Take Over~Carlos Hugo was feeling untouchable. The evening air hummed with music from the courtyard below his sprawling estate. He reclined in a velvet chair, his thick fingers were wrapped around a glass of twelve-year-old whiskey, a smug grin was etched across his aging face.Two of his men lounged near him—Rico and Benito, his most trusted bodyguards. They chuckled at a tasteless joke Carlos had just told about Andrès, completely oblivious to the fight coming.Carlos raised his glass. “To finally getting what I deserve. That empire will be mine. The boy never saw it coming.”As if summoned by karma itself, his phone buzzed relentlessly on the table beside him. The screen flashed with a name—Silvio.Carlos answered with a lazy tone, “This better be good.”But the moment Silvio’s panicked voice cracked through the receiver, his posture shifted. The color drained from his face.“Boss, he knows.”Carlos sat up. “What?”“Andrès. He knows everything… about Don Simon. The lawyer tipped

~Call Bruce~ Elena turned abruptly, her pulse quickening, heart thumping in her chest. For a brief second, fear clouded her eyes—until she recognized the man standing behind her. “Bruce,” she exhaled, placing a hand on her chest. “Did I scare you?” Bruce asked with a crooked smile. She let out a soft laugh, the tension easing from her shoulders. “Just a little.” Bruce was one of her most trusted legal informants, a discreet but sharp-minded ally who had helped her navigate the complex web of documentation surrounding her latest investigation. Without him, she wouldn’t have gotten half as far but this time, she owed all the credits to Clara. Moments later, Elena was dialing the secure number given to her by the person who’d hired her for this job. The meeting was arranged quickly, as usual, in a secret location—a dimly lit layout known only to a handful of operatives. When she arrived, two men were already waiting, disguised as always. They never introduced themselves, and

~I've Got Good News~ Elena stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the door Carlos had just disappeared through. Her pulse raced, her breath shallow. She hadn’t expected to see him here—at least not so suddenly, not without warning. There had been no exchange of words, no confrontation, just the fleeting moment when their eyes met before he turned and walked away, as if he’d seen a ghost. Clara approached, cutting through the club’s smoky haze with the ease of someone who belonged there. Though to others she appeared just another waitress, her role ran much deeper. Clara had been Elena’s eyes and ears inside this place for months now—discreet, reliable, and sharp as a blade. She leaned in close, brushing a hand lightly on Elena’s arm. “We can leave,” she said quietly. Elena nodded, still processing the moment that just happened. Together, they slipped out of the club and into the night, the cool air outside pressing against Elena’s skin like reality reclaiming its hold. The two women ma

~Touchè~ Elena sat curled up in the amber colored armchair of her small study, the rim of her coffee cup hovering just beneath her lips. The bitter liquid had long gone cold, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were fixed on the antique wall clock that ticked steadily in defiance of her rising anxiety. It was already past nine, and there was still nothing. No documents, no message, no confirmation—nothing from Bruce. She was extremely worried and the thought of him calling her sent shivers down her spine. The lamp on her desk cast a soft golden halo over the scattered papers and open folders. In the dim light, the sharp angles of her face were more pronounced, her tired eyes shadowed with worry. Her gaze fell on the worn photograph pinned to the corkboard above her desk—her sister, smiling beside a man whose face had been hastily scratched out in black ink. It was the only thing Elena hadn’t brought herself to throw away. With a weary sigh, she leaned back and rubbed her temples.

~24hrs~ Mateo sat hunched over in a leather chair, a glass of Grappa half-finished on the table beside him. His tailored black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his Sleek black hair hung in front of his eyes as he stared at the silent screen of his phone as if expecting a call. He rubbed his eyes hoping he didn't look as bad as he looked whenever he had sleepless nights. The silence broke suddenly with a sharp buzz. A name flashed across the screen: Elena. He answered without hesitation. "Well?" Mateo's voice was clipped, low, and impatient. On the other end, Elena sighed, tired but composed. "Still working on it." Mateo gritted his teeth. "Elena, you already have enough time.I need results, not excuses." "I'm not a magician,Mister. I'm really trying my best but you have to trust me." Mateo stood up abruptly, pacing the room. His bare feet padded across the cold wooden floor as he ran a hand through his hair. "You’ve got twenty-four hours? After that, I will fin

Sapphire’s POVWhoever designed the Dead Zone had gone overkill with it. The air didn’t just lack magic; it lacked life. Every breath I drew felt like swallowing dry wool, and the silence that hung in the air was so heavy it made my ears ache for the sound of any living thing.The tension between Kael and I did not help matters. To my last words, he had no reply, and so for the past few minutes—or even hours, I really couldn’t tell anymore—we had sat in silence a good distance away from each other.I wondered why he did not try to justify himself, but of course, perhaps what I said was true. The thought of it was too painful to keep in mind, so I tried to distract myself with the patterns on the bark of the tree I leaned against. The trunk felt more like bone than wood, but at least it stopped me from falling to the floor."I’m sorry, guys," Elira said, coming to stand before us. "I couldn’t find anything."

Alberto’s POVMy men and I had set up camp on the outskirts of the village, where I did not have to listen to the sound of activity going on.The wind howled outside, but the air within was unnervingly stiff. The only voice I heard was that of my thoughts, and they were saying not-so-nice things.I did not look up when the tent flap opened, and the shadows of three men cast over me.The fruit knife I was polishing with a silk cloth held more interest than what they were about to say.Of course, I knew it was bad news they brought; it’s all I had been getting for the past few hours since I had been in this village.Silence hung in the air for five minutes, and clearly, it would go on for much longer if I did not interrupt. So, finally, I lifted my head."Sit," I said, my voice coming out softer than even I expected. "There’s bread and butter on the table. You can eat; I’m sure you’re famished."

Sapphire’s POV"Let’s keep going," Elira glanced back at Kael and me. "I think beyond this field we'll find something."Normally, I would share her explorer spirit after all, we were werewolves; we had to find out about our surroundings first before anything else. But now was not the time. For one, I was already feeling very hungry and weak.They were moving forward, so I decided I might as well join them if I didn’t want to be left behind."Do you think there's anything to eat around here? These trees don’t look like they bear fruit," Kael observed, looking up and around.The words had barely left his mouth when a wind when a gust of wind passed over the place, making our clothes billow as it did. Right before our eyes, the atmosphere changed.What was once sunny was now very cool. It was still bright, if this dull illumination could be called bright, but what got me scared was what happened to the vegetation. The gra

Saphire's POVEvery bone in my body hurts. I groaned, rolling onto my side, the urge to stand up evasive. I blinked into the darkness and shut my eyes again. Perhaps I could just stay here and die. What was the point of getting up to keep on moving anyway? Alberto was clearly not going to let me go, and if moving meant running, I had just had enough of that."Sapphire!" I heard my name. It was Elira’s voice and Kael’s voice followed. “Sapphire, where are you?”Why didn’t they just leave me be? I thought. If I kept my eyes closed for long enough, I would fade away, but they were drawing me back to consciousness. Perfect. It would be unfair to just ignore them, leaving them worried. They'd probably find me in the long run anyway. They kept calling my name, so I finally managed to sit up. “Ouch!” I groaned, clutching my head. I must have hit it somewhere. “Did you hear that?” Kael asked. “Hear what?” came Elira’s reply. “There was a rustle of leaves. I think she’s around here somew

Kael's POVMy breath caught in my throat as I looked into the dark eyes of the man I called Alpha. He had a small smile on his face, but I could tell he was not pleased from the clench of his fist and the furrow in his brows."I asked a question, Kael," he prompted, raising a brow."Alpha Alberto, it's an unexpected visit you've paid us." I decided to go for playing oblivious instead. My heart was already beating rapidly within my chest. How was I supposed to help us escape him? Every tactic I knew, he knew already. Everything I could do, he could do better. This was a lose-lose, but Sapphire did not need to know that. I made a promise to her, and I was going to keep it."Don't be a fool," Alberto snapped, his smile gone from his face. "I didn't come here to play games. Sapphire, let's go.""I'm not going anywhere with you," she responded, causing both of us to glance her way immediately."What?" Alberto asked.

Kael's POVI was preparing a meal for Sapphire to eat outside of the tent. Elira walked up to me and helped me cut some herbs for her to drink.“I admire your devotion to her.”. She said calmly.“I'd do anything for her, anything”. “I hope you'd be ready to let her go soon”. She said as she looked at me with concern.“What do you mean by that?”. “You know exactly what I mean Kael. You can't protect her from him forever.”I gritted my teeth. I was about to lash out on her when I heard Sapphire's blood curdling scream coming from the tent. I stood up immediately, grabbed my sword and ran as fast as I could to the tent. I thought she was being attacked but when I got in I saw her staring into space looking frightened, her hands clutching her stomach like someone was about to yank it away from her.“Sapphire are you okay? What happened?”. I asked as I dropped my sword and came closer to her.