Novels by Shisha N

||||||I had no idea how long I had passed out for but when I finally came to, it was pretty dark. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, my clearing vision picking up the many tiny candles lit here and there, on most of the spaces available on the surfaces. "Xandy?" I called out. I received no response. I looked around for my phone and panicked for a moment when I could not find it. But then I realized that the asshole I was fake-married to had pocketed it. I sighed and got off the bed, putting on the comfy slippers and padding to the bathroom - the absolutely outrageous one meant for couples with a full glass view of the shower and the tub. Thank heavens they did not think that the toilet needed to be on display. I found the remote to blind the glass and locked the door for good measure before slipping out of my tank top, cotton shorts and underwear. I would have loved to soak in the tub for at least an hour but I decided that some high pressure overhead spray was what my head needed t

|||||"You know this is starting to look like a real marriage than a contract one." I said out of nowhere as I placed my luggage in the compartment provided for it at the resort suite. I bit my tongue. Why god? Why? Why the hell would I say something like that?It was true that my entire screws and nails were loose and all over the place from the where turbulent flight that we had and I was running on the last few drops of sanity. Seychelles was a beautiful place. After spending the last few weeks doing absolute bullshit, as soon as I stepped down into the turmac and took in a deep breath of the tropical air of the archipelago, I felt the kind of peace and serenity wash over me that I would never be able to get in the buzzling city where we lived. So yes, even though I was against the idea of a honeymoon initially, coming here was probably the best thing that could have happened to my mental health right now. But that did not mean that I was not stressed or exhausted. Me stressed

|||||“Are we really not having sex tonight?” I asked as I took off my shirt, watching her pull out probably the fiftieth pin from her hair. She turned to give me a glare before going back to the task at hand. “Xandy, I am tired. Exhausted. I would like to rest before the flight tomorrow morning.” She said. I rolled my eyes. We both knew the reason behind her refusal to have sex with me tonight. I found it illogical and hypocritical. But what I found even more ridiculous was me trying to change her mind. If she doesn't want to have sex with me, then she is missing out. What the hell am I doing coaxing her like some desperate fool?She groaned, tipping the tray of hairpins off the vanity table and onto the carpeted floor. Luckily the ceramic tray didn't break. She swore as she got off the chair, bunching her skirt up as she tried to bend down to retrieve the scattered pins. “I will get them.” I sighed as I walked over, crouching down in front of her to pick up pin by pin. She pl

|||||“We are not going on a honeymoon.” I said as we watched the people dance. The cake had been cut, the first dance done with and we could leave whenever we wanted. But we were waiting for Mathew to finish off his conversations with the guests before we sent him off to his mansion before we left. He was against it, saying that he wanted to see us off but the man was DRUNK. He was too happy about his grandson’s wedding and his happiness made me feel like a horrible, unfeeling monster. “Honey, does that even make sense?” Xander had a sheepish grin on his face. He knew that he had fucked up and he knew that there would be repercussions if he went all alpha male on me right now. “Xandy, the last thing I need right now is to be halfway to Seychelles only to be called back to deal with the weirdest scandal out there.” I glared at him. “I get Mr. Thorne never managed to do any real damage but it is one hell of a headache when he does something.” Xander’s jaws clenched and unclenched.

|||||“How much longer do we have to stay here for?” Xander had a scowl on his face as he took a sip of his champagne. I rolled my eyes. “How does it matter?” “Well, only if we finish off the useless business here can we get to the actual and entertaining part of tonight.” His eyes twinkled deviously as he leaned closer to my ear. “You have no idea what all I have planned out for tonight.” He smirked at my narrowed eyes as he took another sip of his drink. “I am on my periods.” I blurted out. Xander choked on his champagne, making me burst out laughing. “No, you are not!” He scowled at me. “How is that possible?” “I know right?” I rolled my eyes. “How is it possible that a woman in a reproductive age group bleeds once a month?” “But your last period was less than a month ago.” He grunted. My eyes widened when he pulled out his phone and opened his calendar, where the asshole had gone and marked my freaking period!“Xandy!” I glared at him. “What?” He shrugged. “Some people w

||||||I took a deep breath to calm down my nerves. But it did no good. No good at all. "The getaway car is still available if you have had a change of heart!" Hannah sang as she handed me my bouquet of white and pink roses. I glared at her. She and Tris had been constantly reminding me of the tinted vehicle that could take me away from here and to anywhere I wanted. "Hannah, you are the maid of honor. You are supposed to help her with her nerves, not give her second thoughts." Cynthia rolled her eyes. Eleanor and she was as rational as ever. In some ways, the pairs balanced each other. And they kept me entertained with their clash in opinions. Hannah grinned back. "Oh, come on, Cynthia, where's your sense of adventure?"Eleanor swatted at her with her bouquet. "Shut up, Hannah!"Tris and Hannah rolled their eyes. If it was up to them, they would have had kidnapped me by now just for the adventure.The wedding planner, a stern-faced woman named Mrs. Thrall, cleared her throat. "Mi