Novels by Ere Dun

The whole house was rowdy and messed up. The women kept going round, trying to have everything in order, the men sat on the couch, playing video games.“Do you need help?” Jason shouted from the living room. “We are fine, thank you,” Amber shouted back. They had decided to host each and every person that came across their lives and helped them out. “Are you sure? It's not too late to contract the cooking out. I can have them get here in the next few minutes.”“Stop pissing me off boy, I said it's fine,” she shouted, cutting him off immediately.Jason kept quiet. Everyone knew how Amber was immediately she went into a mom mode but Jason decided to keep pestering. “Told you to let it be but you wouldn't listen,” Evans mocked him. “Next time, listen to your fellow man.”“Fuck you asshole,” he transferred the aggression from how Amber responded to him into the game they played.A few minutes later, Cara excused herself from the kitchen and went to set the table. The food was getting r

Mason trudged down on Evans’ suit, winking at him. His navy blue suit was specially made for him. He refused to wear another colour and claimed how much he loved the colour. “Remember I once told you to be patient, your time will come soon. Well I guess the day is here now. You are finally getting married to Aunty Amber.”Evans scattered his neatly trimmed hair. “Yes boy, you are right. But you are becoming faster than your shadow. You should be patient.”“How?” He whisper-shouted. “I was telling the truth. And next time, don't mess my hair up. It took my mummy a long time to get it this good.”“Good for you, now keep quiet and let me see when my wife will walk in,” he shut him up, longing his neck to see when his damsel would appear.Evans had discussed with Amber as soon as the whole Cara issue was settled. They both decided that it was pointless sitting around and waiting since they both wanted each other. Amber had invited her parents over and explained what had gone wrong in her

“Look who we have here,” Cynthia snickered as Cara got closer to them. Yul and Marco remained silent and wondered what type of psychopath she was. “Mrs Queen Bee.”“I see your mouth still runs after what you just heard,” Cara fired back. “It only makes me wonder what exactly is going on in your head.”“Oh for you to find you, you just have to wait for my proposed death day, break my head and have whoever reads my brain. If that's possible, and I think it is.”She ruffled her hair back, feeling uncomfortable with the cuffs on her. The faster they get to the prison, the better she can make do with whatever days she has left.“What exactly do you want, Queen bee?”“You know,” Cara closed the gap between them. “Before coming here, I was so scared of what I would say or how you would behave. A part of me even felt some kind of pity for you, thinking that you must have had a hard life; but thinking about it and seeing you run your mouth now, I think you decided to take this road yourself.“

All of them made their way to the courtroom, ready to hear the judgement that would be passed onto them. Cara wore one of her beautiful dresses, a floral knee length dress with a silver 2 inch heel. It made gentle noises as they found their seats amongst the other crowd.“Are you comfortable here?” Jason leaned in, as he watched her attitude. “We can always leave. Are you sure you want to testify?”“I'm fine. If I have to testify, I will,” she released a smile for him to see her wellness.Starting the procedure, Cara excused her. She didn't have the full courage to sit down and listen to a total stranger describe what was done to her and other women. Ella had excused herself from coming. She claimed to have better things to focus on now and there was no use to sit down and whine about the past.“Are you okay?” Jason approached the bench she sat on. “Yes I'm fine,” she turned around, throwing a stone across the street. She looked behind him. “ Where's Mason? Is my presence being reque

Evans sat in his car for a few more minutes, watching the man he had set up a meeting with 2 hours ago. He was sipping his third cup of coffee and messed around with various women that passed his table. This only strengthened his belief in what Amber had gone through. He was not only a cheating son of a bitch, he was a toxic bastard too. He finally decided to get things over with, stepping out of the car and walking straight into the restaurant.“Mr John,” he greeted from afar. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Traffic was something I didn't budget for today.”Both of them shook hands. “It's alright, I understand. We've all been there.”“Please sit, what can the waiter get you?”“Oh as you can see,” he pointed to the empty dish lying on the table and the empty cups of coffee as well. “I've helped myself to something good. Let them bring some for you. Their pasta is something to die for.”Evans chuckled. “Fine, I'll trust your sense of judgement.”Moments later, Evans dived into the pasta th

Jason stepped out into the sitting room with casual clothes on. Cara took a second look at him. “Aren't you going to work today?”“I'm the boss, I can do whatever I like,” he said, going over to Mason and giving him a fist bump.“That's nice,” the sarcasm in her voice, screaming loud at him. “If every boss behaved the way you did, do you think most companies would stand?”“Mrs Pierce, do you want me to work my ass off? Besides, we've got more than enough money to last us forever, so please calm down.”“Hmph,” she hit her feet on the ground and made her way into the kitchen.Jason shook his head and laughed. “Women.”His phone rang and the caller ID turned out to be Ella. They had given her a credit card, in order to buy other things she might need for herself. It was a conference video call.“Hi Ella,” he said, immediately he picked up the phone. Amber and Evans’ heads popped up on one single screen.“Hi Jason, where's Pierce Junior and Mrs Pierce?”“Well Mrs Pierce is pissed that I'm

Alceo Sir Bezzio and his wife came around upon hearing the news. The least thing we could do was let them name the baby. Mila, that was the name given. The surprising thing, our families had called us and given us back our titles. The Italian families didn't mind us being together once they knew the truth of what caused our enmity. They apologised and gave Marianna back her rightful seat. Uri and my brothers spoke with the elders of our place too and power was transferred back to me; this time only it was permanent.I stared at the ring in my hand. I wanted to seal everything and live with my family. The DNA result came back positive that Mila was my child. Marianna insisted on having one, which made us know that she was already pregnant before she was kidnapped by Javier. “Do you think she'll like it?” I turned to Aleksi. “Trust me, she will. Now I just need you to go in there and do the needful. Uri and the boys have prepared the other things we need for the celebration. It does

Alceo It took almost a month of dedicated effort to get Marianna out of her current state. Acting like her professor and escorting her to classes before she could recognise who she currently was. Seeing her stomach bulged out, her emotions conflicted with one another again.“What if the baby is for Javier?” She said to me one morning. “Would it be fair to keep it?“Then we'll raise him together like our child. Rid yourself of anything going on in your head. You need to understand that it isn't the baby's fault for coming into this world. We would love him/her like ours. Everyone would love him/her.”“Of course.”After a prolonged silence, she said: “Take me to see the bastard.”My head went up immediately, I suspended the thing I was doing at that moment. Staring at her like she just spoke Russian. “Are you sure?”“Yes I am. I want to see him.”“Fine, as your ladyship pleases,” I picked the shirt laying around aimlessly and led the way. The house had revived itself ever since she got

AlceoIt's been over 2 months since we rescued Marianna. My days were spent in the room with her, watching her as she let herself loose. The insanity was diminishing day by day and I desperately prayed for her recovery. Steve invited his colleagues that he could trust to come treat her; a mental doctor and a gynecologist who monitored her pregnancy.Her pregnancy bump kept shoving itself in my face as well but that was something that didn't bother me as much as I needed her back. Javier was still in the torture room, I had no plans for him yet. The men made sure to keep him alive even after all the beatings he had to go through every day.I sat beside her bed as usual, holding her hands in mine and gently squeezing them. This action of mine continued for a while, making her open her eyes. With her voice so calm and serene, she said: “where am I and who are you?”“Pretty, it's me. It's me Alceo.”I was praying for a recovery and now she's fine again, only for her to forget who I was.

Alceo“Take me to see her,” he said to me once we stepped outside. “It's the least thing I can do right now.”I pondered on my choices, whether I'd like for him to see her in her current state. I was starting to warm up to him, that was something that would have never happened, if Santo was still alive. He might as well, asked for his head. But we all knew that things were going to take a much different turn from the current situation.“She's not in the best frame of mind but I'll let you watch her from a distance.”“Thank you son.”We made our way around the house and straight into my bedroom. Uri and the boys sat downstairs, watching a soap opera but said their greetings to us as we passed. Rosco stood outside the door, not going in, his whole attention focused on something. Sir Bezzio and I joined him at what he was staring at. Marianna was clothed in a little piece of cloth as usual, she always did that no matter how much we wore something full for her, she ended up tearing them u

AlceoThe torture room was always kept with a single lamp acting as the only source of lightening. The air inside was stoic, everything screamed of what it had been named. Several equipment and instruments were arranged neatly by their level of importance. The chair he was kept on was welded to the floor, in the middle of the room, while everything else stood miles apart from him.I ripped the cloth away from his face, switching on the main light of the place. I desperately wanted to see the fear smack all over his face, no matter how he tried to act tough, his fear felt like a fragrance to me. I pulled the cloth obstructing his speech.“Are you here to kill me?” He asked, his words coming amidst huffs of breaths. “Make it quick.”A short laugh escaped from my mouth. “Do you think you deserve to die a quick death? You don't even deserve death. All you should be getting for the rest of your days should be torture.”A single strand of tear fell from his head down to his face. I dragged

AlceoThe door was pushed open for me and I ran straight for the stairs, carrying Marianna to my room. She was still asleep, her heartbeat very faint but enough for us to know that she was alive. I placed her in the bathtub, removing the jacket I used to cover her and also the piece of cloth on her body. I turned on the heater and mixed it with a cold one. Aleksi bursted through the door. “I've called Steve, he'll be here in a minute. And also Javier has been taken to the torture room, the men are waiting for your orders.”All I did was nod my head absentmindedly. Deep down all my attention was on her, how I was going to help her figure it all out.Seeiñg that I was preoccupied with my thoughts, he left. The water turned brown immediately I started washing her. Her hair was glued together and the smell reaching my nose was worse. Maybe the only way she could have survived was losing herself. I wondered how Javier managed to lay with her even in her present state; it only showed how m