Novels by Baby Kemo

LILA POVCold brown eyes pierce into mine, his mouth curling into a slow, predatory smirk.My legs feel weak. My hands clammy.That look-fuck-I hate it.It makes me wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole.I'm shivering. Every instinct in me screams to run. But where? The other employees would notice. They'd question me.I try to look away. I fucking try.But how could I?His suit jacket is undone, two shirt buttons left open, exposing a teasing glimpse of his defined chest. Hard, tanned muscles. That same body I've been fucking craving to touch. That same body that-No.I swallow thickly, my throat dry. His note. The flowers. The way my body feels sore in places it shouldn't. The terrifying possibility that he might have fucked me, and I don't even remember it.Fucking hell.His gaze stays locked on me, challenging. I know others have noticed by now. The way he stares at me. Like I belong to him. Like I always have.Memories claw at my mind, dragging me back to the pa

LILA POVI woke up to the shrill sound of my alarm.Fuck!How the hell did I end up sleeping yesterday?I grabbed my phone and turned off the alarm, squinting against the harsh screen light. Just as I exhaled in relief, a beeping call from Ava had me picking up immediately."Where the hell have you been, Lila? I searched everywhere for you! Called your number several times, but you weren't picking up," she snapped, frustration and concern present in her voice.What? Where the hell was I?I... I was at home the entire time. Right? What the hell was she talking about?My voice faltered as I glanced down at myself. The gown I was wearing, this wasn't mine. It wasn't Ava's either. As a matter of fact, this was the latest edition of one of the most expensive designer gowns.How did I end up in this?"You what?" Ava's voice pulled me back. "Derrick needs to be in the surgery room! The doctors say the longer we keep him waiting, the more prone he is to dying. We need to do something, Lila!"

RAFAEL Smart? I'll give her that. Brave? Maybe. But no one dares to cross me, and she, of all people, should know that. And yet, what did she choose to do? She ran. Fucking slipped away like running was ever going to save her.There's no redemption. No forgiveness. That word isn't in my dictionary. No shadow under the sky is going to hide her forever. I'm not stopping, not after seven years. Not after I've found her.She dares to flee, dares to run to the human world, thinking it'll protect her? This is my zone. My fucking world.And I've had only one job these past years, watching her. Day and night. Don't ask me how I did it. I have cameras all over her house. I see every move she makes, every word she speaks, how freely she laughs with her friends.The flowers, the notes? I sent them. Every single day.Don't ask me why, because where's the fun in just revealing myself? Fuck no. She needs to pay. Needs to atone for those years. And how? By being haunted, slowly, relentlessly, until

LILA POV I'm about to do something stupid. Don't blame me. Sometimes, life is like a cruel joke, serving you lemons when you don't even have water or sugar to make lemonade. And yet, they say you have to make it work. Either you stand up and do something, or you sit there and let life devour you whole. In my case, life hasn't just served me lemons-it's thrown the entire tree at me, roots and all. But no more. I'm done sitting down and letting my circumstances dictate my every move. I'm taking a deep breath, standing up, and squeezing every last drop out of those lemons. Lemonade, here I come. My thoughts instantly raced back to Derrick, my anchor, my boy, lying helplessly on that hospital bed. The doctor demanded fifty thousand dollars for his treatment-some fancy name for an ailment I couldn't even pronounce, let alone understand. All I wanted was to see him healthy again, to see that familiar spark in his eyes. Derrick, with his bright smile and those enchanting eyes that coul

LILA POV I'm about to do something stupid. Don't blame me. Sometimes, life is like a cruel joke, serving you lemons when you don't even have water or sugar to make lemonade. And yet, they say you have to make it work. Either you stand up and do something, or you sit there and let life devour you whole. In my case, life hasn't just served me lemons-it's thrown the entire tree at me, roots and all. But no more. I'm done sitting down and letting my circumstances dictate my every move. I'm taking a deep breath, standing up, and squeezing every last drop out of those lemons. Lemonade, here I come. My thoughts instantly raced back to Derrick, my anchor, my boy, lying helplessly on that hospital bed. The doctor demanded fifty thousand dollars for his treatment-some fancy name for an ailment I couldn't even pronounce, let alone understand. All I wanted was to see him healthy again, to see that familiar spark in his eyes. Derrick, with his bright smile and those enchanting eyes that coul

Lila's POVIt's been an entire fucking month with Alpha Rafael plowing my body like a ragged goat. Each night, each fucking day. His hands gripping my thighs, his teeth grazing my neck, his growls in my ear. And those moments, fuck. I won't lie. They were heaven. A twisted, agonizing heaven that left me trembling and raw. For my mother? I hadn't seen her since that... incident. How could I? How could I face her knowing that while she was crying herself to sleep over my fate, I was screaming Rafael's name, begging him for more as he drove me to the edge again and again? Yeah. Not a conversation I wanted to have over tea. The last week, though? Something was off. Either I was waking up with morning nausea or dragging myself around like a limp noodle, too weak to function. My wolf, Lora, had noticed too, her voice in my head filled with quiet concern. Even Eliza, the ever-watchful maid assigned to take care of me, had started giving me those looks. "It's been days, Miss Lila," she'd s