Novels by Shezza

The woman trudged along the tiled floor in her high heels, each sharp click echoing through the quiet hospital corridor. She wore a black crop top and a short pencil skirt, leaving her milky-white legs fully on display. Heavy makeup covered her face, thick enough that her natural features were almost impossible to see beneath it. She sashayed down the corridor as though she owned the entire place and Naomi couldn't help but pray that she was here for someone else.But a strange feeling had already settled deep in her heart.And soon, her guess was confirmed.Room 307.The woman had stopped in room 307.Naomi's heart sank.She knew that room too well. Even without the number, she would have recognized it immediately. She had spent enough time around that room to know it by heart.The woman reached into her handbag and brought out a fancy mirror. She checked her reflection carefully, tilted her head from one side to another, then pouted at herself before placing it back inside her hand

Naomi stepped back in fright. His hot breath fanned against her neck, and she immediately scrunched up her nose in disgust. Her face twisted as if she suddenly felt sick, as the warmth of his breath crawled across her skin, making every hair on her body stand. She moved farther away from him, putting as much distance between them as she could. “Why did you leave me there?”Naomi's eyes widened. For a moment, everything disappeared from her mind. She remembered the previous night. The panic she felt when he almost had his way with her, the blood and most importantly Peter seeing her in that state, even though she acted like she wasn’t affected.After Peter had left the room, Mark had become unconsciuos. She had quickly administered first aid before dialing the emergency contact and informing them that a man needed immediate medical attention. She had left the room immediately afterward and hadn't heard anything about him until now.Mark clicked his tongue.This damned woman had lef

Naomi walked around the hospital aimlessly.She wandered through the corridor until she finally found herself at the reception.That bad guy. She gave a low curse, and her expression became fierce. She looked down at her fingers, they were still warm from his touch and the moment she had pulled her hand away from him, her heart had suddenly ached. And she knew why.She still loved him!A bitter, self-deprecating smile appeared on her face. Despite what he had done to her…He had abandoned her, and—She stopped herself.She didn’t want to continue down that path.She had thought she had forgotten about the incident. She had even chanted her newfound mantra in her head while walking along the corridor, trying to convince herself that she was fine.But it was all a lie.She was weak.Very weak.And she hated it.Her fingers curled slightly.Why did she still care about him?Why did something as simple as his touch still affect her this much?She shook her head, trying to push the thou

Outside the ward, Peter dragged Naomi along the corridor. She had changed her mind almost immediately after leaving the ward and wanted to return, but Peter had seen right through her. Before she could turn around, he interwined their fingers. “Let go.” Naomi tried to pull her hand free, but his grip was too strong. “I said let go.” This time, Naomi was genuinely angry. She gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with irritation. Peter didn’t let go of her. Instead, he tightened his grip around her. He wouldn’t let her go. Not now. Although he had let her go in the past, he could still make amends now. It wasn’t too late. Besides, the person inside that ward was Ivan. Peter couldn’t disrupt his moment, and he certainly didn’t want Naomi becoming Ivan’s enemy. He knew that it was partly because of him that Ivan continued to overlook Naomi’s mischievousness, so he couldn’t let her keep acting this way. “No,” he replied calmly. “You aren’t going back there.” “Are you perhaps a p

Ellen wanted to say something, but her words got caught with the knock on the door. The knock seemed urgent and in a hurry. “Ivan, stand up. I'm not in the mood for this.” “Then I will remain here.” He turned towards the door and wanted them to come in. Suddenly, a kiss was placed on his cheek. Ivan turned towards her, she had kissed him on her own! He didn’t get too happy and said with a frown, “Is that how you kiss?” Immediately, he held her head and gave her a deep French kiss and an unholy sound escaped from her. She opened her eyes suddenly and pushed him with all her might. Ivan let himself be pushed and smirked at her. “Now, that’s how you kiss.” The door suddenly opened. The person seemed to have grown tired of knocking and waiting. Before the person could enter the ward, Ivan hurriedly straigthened Ellen's clothes and sat back on his chair looking like the proper and dignfied ruthless young master that Ellen knew him as. Now, this seemed like him. Ellen muttere

Ivan entered the room and immediately, the atmosphere turned sour. His eyes landed on the girl on the bed. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and her cheeks had sunken. Her skin looked pale, making her appear even more fragile than before.Ivan clenched his jaw. It seemed he had been too hard on her. Her brown orbs didn't even glance at his icy ones for a second. Instead, she remained focused on Naomi in front of her as though Ivan wasn't even in the room. Ivan stood there, his expression changing slowly as the atmosphere in the ward seemed to drop a degree colder. “This damn girl,” he seethed. She didn't even acknowledge his presence.Naomi looked behind her and seemed to just realize he was there.“Mr. Vladimir, her condition is stable, but she’s slightly weak. She'll be fine with constant monitoring.”Naomi turned to leave the ward, but before she could take another step, her white gown was grabbed by weak fingers. She looked down at the fingers. They were trembling,