Nobela ni Shezza

Quickly, Naomi rushed into the bathroom, her voice laced with panic. “Peter, what is it? Are you okay?”Peter slowly raised his head, startled by her sudden intrusion. He was butt naked and confusion flickered in his eyes as he asked. “What are you doing here?”Naomi, realizing he was completely bare, spun around quickly, heat rushing to her cheeks. She muttered quickly. “I didn’t see anything.” Her voice tight as she swallowed the lump down her throat.Peter chuckled softly and grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and wrapped it around his waist. Naomi took a step forward, her heart hammering in her chest. She forced herself to stay composed and then continued. “Since you’re fine, bye then.” She added quickly before stepping towards the door.Before she could step her feet outside and leave, Peter moved behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, enclosing her small frame.Naomi widened her eyes in shock and quickly, “What are you doing? Let me go!”Naomi protested, her voice risi

Ricardo trudged slowly out of the old mansion. His steps were slow and heavy, his gaze unfocused and back hunched as if all the weight of the world had suddenly been placed on his shoulders. His steps were uneven and he might collapse if he didn't steady himself. He looked like a man that had just lost the most precious thing in the world. The night air blew colder than usual when he got outside but he didn't feel anything. He seemed unable to. Without sparing another glance behind him, he slid into the car. The leather felt warm against his cold self, he started the engine and very soon, the car roared to life before driving along the quiet road.The drive to the Adams mansion felt both long and painfully short.His mind drifted. The same images again and again.At first, when she had rushed towards him, he saw the marks on her chest, but he dismissed the idea. He thought maybe there were just mosquito bites. Then, the scenes at the garden replayed in his mind again.The position he

That voice, that cold voice. Ellen shuddered, her hand suddenly slipping from Ricardo’s as she distanced herself away from him.“G… going home.” Her words jumbled against one another.Ivan stood a few steps away, watching them with the same cold smile that made her stomach twist.He wasn't angry. That was what frightened her the most. “And did I allow you?” The voice asked, enjoying every bit of her expression.Ivan glanced at the side, a gentleman stood by the side looking at him with a hateful expression. No wonder she liked him, she likes this type? Tut…he looks weak. Would he be able to protect her this way? “You must be Ricardo, the boyfriend.”Ricardo pushed his chest out and said menacingly. “Yes, I am. And who are you?”Ivan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t play with fire, young lad.” “Who are you calling a young lad?” He was only two or three years younger. They are within the same age bracket and why does he need to act like his father's age mate?Ivan didn't answer

By this point, dinner had arrived and the grand hall shifted into a different rhythm as the food demanded attention. It was said that the servants in the old mansion underwent rigorous training before they were put out there to serve the Vladimir family as the reputation of the family depended on it.The servants were dressed in uniforms as they moved gracefully through the crowd with practiced precision as they were taught and their polished shoes barely made sounds against the marble floor. They carried silver trays filled with a variety of dishes which were brought out from the kitchen one by one and the food filled the hall with rich aromas that immediately made everyone’s mouth water in the process.The scent of roasted meat, mixed vegetables, warm bread and expensive wine slowly filled every corner and gradually replaced the tension that had earlier dominated the cold mansion.The guests began moving toward the long dining tables that were covered in fine linen and arranged b

“And who gave you permission to go?” The voice cut through the air like a blade.Every conversation and laughter died instantly in the grand hall and the mansion was immediately plunged into silence.“I did.” Theo answered almost immediately, his tone clipped with calmness but edged with defiance as if he was not challenging the most dangerous man in the room.Ivan’s eyes darkened.“And who are you to do that?” Ivan bellowed, his voice booming across the mansion. The sound reverberated across the marble pillars and the guests cowered instinctively in trepidation.“Your older brother.” Theo’s reply was simple but the weight behind it was careless and unmistakable, as if to provoke him.“Ha, brother you say.”The word ‘brother’ hung in the air like smoke. Ellen felt it, a current of tension that made her skin crawl. She pressed herself closer to the wall to make herself invisible. Both looked at each other, their gaze locked, sparks flying invisibly between them as the mansion dropped

“Stop.”Slowly, Ellen turned towards Ivan, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as a thousand frantic thoughts collided in her mind. Is he going to take her back to the mansion?!But, she has finally left the cold walls of the mansion and besides, her parents are here waiting for her. Just one step. One step. No, like five steps, she could finally enter the mansion. She pinched the soft flesh of her palm, grounding herself in the sharp sting of pain as she quickly assessed the situation before her.He had just harassed her in the helicopter. Panic clawed at her chest. If she didn't act now, Ivan might change his mind and drag her back. She glanced at the dazzling old mansion from the corner of her eyes. The mansion… so close, yet completely out of reach.Suddenly, she moved towards him and kowtowed to him. “Please Ivan, don't take me back to the mansion.” She dropped her head lower, almost touching the floor.Ivan looked at the girl on the floor. He couldn't believe this was the