Novels by Gbemiè

Sapphire's POV The strange guy didn't answer my question, he just turned away like he was too scared to speak. I suddenly felt dizzy and lost my balance. The cold metal bars pressed against my back as I slumped against the side of the cage. I could feel every ridge and every rusted spot digging into my spine, the weight of exhaustion pulling me down. Around me, the other captives shifted and murmured, their voices were low and afraid. I didn't recognize most of themThey were all strangers with dirt-smeared faces and hollowed eyes. We were all in the same hell now, trapped together like animals waiting for slaughter.The air inside the cage was thick with the stench of fear and sweat. I tried to focus on breathing, slow and steady, but each inhale felt like dragging a knife across my throat. My hands rested on my belly, and I could feel the slight swell beneath my fingertips. The only thing keeping me tethered to myself. I whispered silent prayers for my unborn child, for strength

Sapphire POV I ran without looking back, terrified of being caught and dragged back to the palace. If they captured me now, there’d be no way to avoid explaining why I ran. And honestly, I had no clue how to explain any of it.How could I tell Alpha Alberto that I wasn’t really Sapphire? That the body he believed was his destined Luna's was actually just a shell, hosting me—Akira. His first mate, the one who died. The one who somehow found her way back.The thought of that truth clouded my mind, and I felt my pace slow. “No, no, not now,” I muttered to myself through gritted teeth. “Please work with me.” I was begging my own body like it had a mind of its own.To be fair, it wasn’t her fault. I was pregnant and running like I was trying to win a damn sprint. My breath came in gasps, and my legs soon started wobbling. Each step got heavier until I could barely carry myself forward.That’s when I heard a voice inside me.“Feel it… let it all out.”What the hell? I almost stopped in con

Sapphire’s POVI felt a firm hand hold me up to prevent me from falling but my visions were still blurry and the whole flashbacks felt too much to comprehend. I remember Alpha Alberto and his brother fighting and then everything turned pitch black. How am I in this strange body? I should be dead, I should be dead. I began to feel my hands trembling and it felt like my chest was tightening and I couldn't breathe in enough air.The part of it all that made me tremble is reliving my death. It felt like i could feel every pain from how i died and i could not believe the man i love so much is the same person who killed me in my past life. Apparently, it wasn't me who was in love with Gonzalo but the soul of the real owner of this body. Thinking about it all made me sick to my stomach. In a few minutes, I became okay but my father’s words pierced through me. “I am certain she is making this up and I can assure you that the mating rite will be done tonight and you can take her home. I wil

Sapphire’s POVI heard the sound of my door creaking and I opened my eyes slowly, my whole body felt sore and it felt like I had been asleep for a very long time. I looked around but nothing was familiar. The bed is different from the usual as it feels so cozy and the sunlight came in from a different direction of the window. Something felt different, I felt different. I couldn't tell what exactly it was. I looked at my hand and my eyes widened instantly. I looked at the dress I have on and then my hand again it is definitely not my hand. The biggest shock of it all is the skin tone. At this point, I realized I am in someone else’s body. i tried thinking hard about why i feel like a different person in a different body but the harder I thought about it, the more my head ached. But I was sure of one thing though, I should be dead.I didn't realize when I screamed out loud and in less than a minute, the maid came in panicking but the panic soon became happiness as she saw me awake. “M

Alberto’s POVI have no idea why I threatened her but a part of me felt drawn and connected to her. I can't explain it, but I wanted her alive at all cost to the point that I didn't realize when I threatened her to live. Lately, I have been feeling tense because my identical twin brother kept doing things that are far from proper which tainted my image because no one knew the difference between us whenever he did not straighten his hair. I felt so nervous while I sat in the great hall as I waited for the council of elders to arrive. My mate was to be revealed and I had no idea how to feel about it. Seated on the chair, I awaited my fate to be decided by seven old men. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, they finally began to arrive one after the other. In a few minutes, they were all seated but I noticed worry etched on their faces. “Good morning” I greeted, with a fake smile sitting on my lips.“Morning Alberto” they responded in chorus. “We would get into the business of th

Akira’s POVThis is one of the days I regret being born. Ever hate your existence? I hate mine. As far back as my memory could take me, all I remember is being maltreated and belonging to no one at all. No family, no siblings and no friends. Just some lowly dirty omega no one wants to associate with. Other girls my age usually have a best friend to help them feel better, but then there’s me; the cursed omega everyone hates.I was instantly brought back to reality by the sting of my master’s whip on my back. I crawled forward in so much pain trying to escape the agony but it felt like an impossible task. I cared less about how the ground was dirty and the only thing on my mind was to escape this cursed life. I looked up to him, my eyes pleading for mercy but his anger was obvious and I wonder what exactly my offense was this time. He had a cruel smirk on his face as he towered over my weak body deriving joy in what he did. “You useless wretch! You are of no use to me!” he spat. His s

~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