Novels by Jakayla Olson

“I have some very good news”“Talk to us, doctor”, William said. “Well, as per your request, we ran the tests and we are happy to inform you, miss Flores that you now have a donor for Mia’s surgery.”Reyna was too stunned to speak. “What…. You’re joking right? Please tell me you’re not kidding. My baby is going to live?” She stuttered as she felt tears of joy beginning to fall from her eyes. She was beyond happy. Everything was beginning to look up and she could not wait to meet with the donor. “Of course, miss Flores. We had someone come in some time ago to run a test to check compatibility and the results came back positive. So, there you have it.” He said. “Oh! Thank goodness. Thank you so much doctor.” She said, as she reached out for a handshake. “It’s no problem, ma’am”.“If it’s no problem, can we meet with the donor? I would love to give my heartfelt gratitude to the person.” Reyna said. “Of course you can. Matter of fact, you can see him right now. He is sitting right n

“Nicholas, what are you doing here?”“Reyna, Reyna, you know there is absolutely no need for you to be so defensive around me.” He said as he dna irked and tsked at her. Reyna didn’t need to hear him out to know that he was bad news. There was just something sinister about his sudden appearance at the hospital. But then, she thought, maybe he had given careful thought to her offer and agreed to come over and help out with the treatment process, but she refused to get her hopes up until she heard from him what it was that brought him here. “Why are you here?” Reyna asked, maintaining her stance. She refused to be swayed or intimidated by Nicholas’ presence. She was done being his little scared wife. “Straight to the point, I see. You know, that is one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place. You never liked beating about the bush. Always straight down to business. Always, always, never failed to get a rise out of me. Never. Even now, you’re just the same as ever.”

Reyna followed William to his car, dropping off her keys with him as he locked her doors and made sure that she had everything she had packed for Mia picked up in his car, he helped her climb into his car. Surprisingly, he had come in a rolls Royce cullinan pickup truck. It was a nice change from the ground level Bugattis and the Aston martins he usually rode in. She sat down and he closed the door for her after strapping her in. She had to admit, it was nice being taken care of and not having to always be the one to worry and take charge of things. All she had ever needed in her life was a man that she could lean on at the end of the day after juggling work and the full time job of being a mother. She needed someone who would take charge and rest after a long day. Somehow, William was not only offering to do just that but he was showing her all that he intended to do. She only wished she could let herself go well enough to finally allow herself to be taken care of by him. She watch

Mia felt blinding pain everywhere. She cried out to her mother who held her head in her arms. She could feel the cold hands of unconsciousness slowly creeping in as specks of black clouded her vision. Out of breath and in so much pain, she gave in to the dark recesses of unconsciousness as Reyna struggled to keep her awake. William had gone out to get the doctors and aunt Mildred had not yet come back from her errand. Reyna sobbed as she hugged Mia to herself. She kept begging Mia to open her eyes but the young child was not responsive as she lay limp in her arms. She let out a toe curling scream as the pain of seeing her baby girl unconscious and unmoving tore at her heart, shredding it up in pieces and stomping on them again and again. William bursted into the room, doctor Byers and two other nurse ls following him closely behind as they tried to make sense of the situation and get to work. William pried Reyna away from Mia’s unconscious body but the broken hearted woman fought ha

Reyna followed William to his car, dropping off her keys with him as he locked her doors and made sure that she had everything she had packed for Mia picked up in his car, he helped her climb into his car. Surprisingly, he had come in a rolls Royce cullinan pickup truck. It was a nice change from the ground level Bugattis and the Aston martins he usually rode in. She sat down and he closed the door for her after strapping her in. She had to admit, it was nice being taken care of and not having to always be the one to worry and take charge of things. All she had ever needed in her life was a man that she could lean on at the end of the day after juggling work and the full time job of being a mother. She needed someone who would take charge and rest after a long day. Somehow, William was not only offering to do just that but he was showing her all that he intended to do. She only wished she could let herself go well enough to finally allow herself to be taken care of by him. She watch

William drove like a mad man from the office to the park, bypassing every sign and speed limit just to get to Reyna, he had never broken any speed limit but for Reyna, he was ready to do anything. He had never felt this strongly for a woman in all his life. In less than five minutes, he was at the park, racing crazily to the park, frantically looking around for Reyna or her car. He tried calling her but for some reason, he could not reach her and it made him more anxious. Thankfully, after a few failed tries, he was able to get her. He heaved a sigh of relief as the call went through. “Hello, William”, Reyna’s voice sounded more like a whisper from the other end of the line. “Reyna, thank goodness. I have been trying to reach you since forever. I’m at the park gate. Where are you?” He asked in a single breath. “I’m at the lake just by the big tree”, she said. She sounded so stressed and tired and William’s heart went out to her. He quickly ran out to meet her, spotting her car do

Blythe looked up at him, stunned. Her mouth hung open to speak, but no words came out.“Feeder?” he asked in disbelief, while inching away from Blythe. “Y-your highness. There wasn’t a mark. I didn’t know she was–”“Well, now, you know.” Ronan cut him off, looking down at him with a cold stare. He turned to the guards, his authority compelling them forward.“And which one of you put her in chains?” he inquired, looking between the two.“It was I.” The taller guard admitted.Ronan’s face contorted into that of rage, his eyebrows pulled together and fist clenched before speaking up.“Release her this instant.”The culprit pulled out a key from his pocket, and unlocked the padlock that bound Blythe’s arms and legs. The metal chains clattered to the ground with a loud thud, giving Blythe the chance to access her wrists which were now bruised by the heavy chains.She rubbed it to soothe the ache, while looking up at Ronan with fear and gratitude. After all, she had found herself in a den

Ronan Canavaro sat at the council high table with his fingers brushing against the spot where this human had just slapped.It was the first time in centuries since anyone, let alone, a lowly human dared to raise an arm against him.“So, the girl possesses the rare blood we seek, you say.” Elder Meredith drawled out, snapping him out of his thoughts. The rhythmic tapping of her fingernails against the mahogany heightened the tension as all eyes from the round table stayed fixated on him. Ronan looked up, his expression hard as he leaned forward.He cleared his throat, then spoke up. “Her memories could not be erased. Her mind could not be controlled. That’s nowhere near possible for a mere human.”“And you’re certain that your powers weren’t weakened at that point?” Elder Darius chimed in as the corners of his lips lifted, but only for a brief moment.“You know damn well that this has nothing to do with my powers.” he seethed, slapping his palm against the table. “Corvin witnessed the

No Signal.Blythe had no means to communicate with the outside world. And now, the screen went black after minutes of trying to seek help. A groan escaped her lips as she pulled herself out of the small space in the wardrobe and onto her feet.She crossed the room, latching her palm onto the door knob, but it took three tries to pry the door open before she realised that she was locked in."Shit!" she cursed, stomping her foot against the wooden floorboards. Her eyes drifted over to the window which had the moonlight still peering from it, and in an instant, she found herself in front of the window with her fingers wrapped around the ledge, while peeking down from above.Her eyes struggled to adjust to see beyond the thick fog formed below,that was until, a bold thought popped in her head. One that sent sirens blaring.She lifted her foot, placing it on the creaky window ledge, while steadying herself by gripping the two sides of the wall. But then, something flickered behind her

There weren't cars honking from below.That's when Blythe knew something was wrong. She was engulfed by silence that should have felt peaceful but it wasn't. The freezing temperature didn't help matters.Her run down apartment was never this cold in the summer, neither was it ever this quiet. On a regular day, the paper thin walls filtered in the sound of the daily 2:00 a.m parties, car honking from the streets that never seemed to sleep or the neighbors arguing next door.The worst part? It was the scent that swamped her nostrils.It wasn't a bad kind of scent... Just expensive. It smelled like fabric softener that was worth a whole week's worth of groceries.Finally, she had the courage to peel open her eyes. She was expecting some kind of blinding light, but instead, woke up to a gasolier hanging from the ceiling.Blythe sat up slowly, but the throbbing ache at the side of her head made it hard to concentrate. The room was large. It felt much larger than it needed to be, as it on

Three events made Blythe Gibson wish she had never picked up an extra shift that night.One.“Is this some sort of freaking joke?!” Mr. Dawson's fists slammed onto the table, grabbing the attention of customers around.“I specifically asked for the scallops to be replaced with salmon. I paid extra for these. Can't a man get his money's worth?!” Blythe's eyes went to the almost empty plate of oyster and scallop tartare, the fifth mistress he had brought in this week, then back at the bloodshot eyes of the older man fuming at his seat. It was obvious that such a high-end client wasn't doing this to get a free meal—heck no, he could buy the entire chain of restaurants if he wanted to.It was for attention and power.“I sincerely apologise, Mr Dawson.” she replied, putting her hand on the shoulder of the trembling chef that was close to having his career shut down. “The head chef isn't available at the moment, so we’re a bit short staffed tonight. We'll get your order ready. It's on th