Mag-log inAthonia’s pov
I checked my watch, 7:00 PM. Technically, I should be at the hospital right now, but I took the day off. My sister and her picture-perfect family came home for a visit, and I somehow thought staying back would help. This was a big mistake. I’m a nurse at St. Calisha Medical Center. And here I was, lying flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling like a zombie. Ten minutes passed. I had done absolutely nothing. “Ugh. What am I even doing with my life?” I groaned. This was pointless. I should’ve gone to work. At least the hospital felt less draining than this house. Being here, surrounded by noise, expectations, and fake smiles, was doing nothing but messing with my head. Ring! Ring!! My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I grabbed it lazily. Kezzy. I picked up. “Yeah?” “Girl! You're off-duty, right? Let’s go out. You need to breathe. That house is killing your vibe.” I smiled. Finally, someone gets it. Kezzy always knew what I needed, without me saying a word. “Where?” I asked, already more alive. “Velvet 9. Meet me there.” “Done. Wait for me!” Just like that, my energy came back. I jumped out of bed and rushed to my closet. I needed something bold. Something that screamed new mood. My eyes landed on a red dress, tight, sleeveless, low back, with a daring slit. Perfect. I tossed off my clothes and headed straight for the shower. Warm water hit my skin, and I let it wash away the pressure, the guilt, the noise in my head. As I stepped out of my room, I heard it, the soft, sweet laugh of my niece, Vivienne. Instant peace. I smiled without thinking, but it faded fast when Dad’s eyes met mine. The whole family sat in the living room, laughing like they were starring in a perfect family ad. Seriously? “Heading out, sweetheart?” Dad asked gently, like he hadn’t just snapped at me earlier today. Typically, one minute I’m a disappointment, the next they act like nothing happened. It’s always like that with him and Mum, cold one moment, sugary sweet the next. Like they’re trying to fix things without ever saying sorry. “Just going to a bar,” I replied, trying to sound chill. “Thought I’d enjoy my day off.” He let out a slow sigh, then gave a nod. He knew I didn’t want to be here. “Okay then. Stay safe.” I walked over and gave both of them quick cheek kisses, fake daughter mode activated. I kissed Vivienne, too, because I actually meant that one. But Maya and Jayden? I didn’t even look their way. Not because I’m bitter. Just… done. I reached the door. “Athonia, take care, okay?” Maya called behind me, voice all sweet and sisterly. “Lots of creeps out there.” I smirked, shook my head, and left. No reply. No need.. Thirty minutes later, I pulled into Velvet 9’s parking lot. As soon as I got out, I walked straight into a scene, two strangers making out like the world didn’t exist. I quickly looked away, face warm. Still untouched. Still figuring life out on my own. Bars weren’t my thing. Not really. I barely went out. I lived in the hospital. My days were filled with patients, pain, and healing. And honestly? I liked it that way. Taking care of others gave me something to wake up for. Something real. I glanced around, searching for Kezzy in the crowd. Before I found her, a hand tugged my arm. I turned, and there she was. “Girl, where are we going?” I asked, laughing as she pulled me along. “VIP, second floor,” she grinned. “Let’s chill first, then party like we mean it.” And just like that, I followed her, ready for whatever the night had to offer. Not just the drinks. Not just the dancing. But maybe… the beginning of a brand-new chapter. One I was finally brave enough to write on my own. This was Kezzy Celeste, my best friend since high school. The only person who never judged me, no matter how messy my life got. “Who are you here with?” I asked as we finally stopped speed-walking. Thankfully, she’d stopped dragging me like luggage on a busy sidewalk. “My boyfriend, and his crew,” she said with a proud smile. “Oh, okay then. Let’s go. I need to talk to you. Got something wild to tell you,” I said as we climbed the stairs together. Her eyes lit up. “Ooooh, now that sounds juicy!” When we reached the VIP lounge upstairs, the door swung open, and I was met with a full room: four guys, two girls, and a whole lot of loud laughter. I smiled and gave them all a friendly handshake. “Nice to meet you guys.” Turning to Kezzy, I said, “We’ll be over there for a bit. Girl talk. I’ll join you later.” They nodded, and I gently pulled Kezzy to a quieter corner of the room, away from the noise and attention. As soon as we sat down, Kezzy leaned in. “Okay, spill. Why do you look like you're carrying a secret the size of a house?” I sighed. “Of course, I can only tell you this.” I took a deep breath and started. “Earlier at home, I completely lost it. Mum and Dad wouldn’t stop. They kept asking about my love life or lack of it. Asking why I still don’t have a boyfriend, if I haven’t moved on from Jayden yet. Again.” I walked her through every annoying moment, their questions and the subtle shame. She shook her head. “Seriously? Didn’t your sister just arrive?” “Yes! And they said all that right in front of Maya, Jayden, and even baby Vivienne. I wanted to disappear.” Kezzy sighed, her face softening. “Girl… I’m so sorry. That’s messed up.” She crossed her arms. “So… what now? What are we doing about it?” I looked her in the eye and said the words that had been living in my chest for weeks. “I’m done waiting. I want a child.”Serene’s povMy weekend could not have gone any worse. I spent most of it replaying every word that so-called love expert had said while drowning my frustration in ice cream and romantic movies that only made me feel even more pathetic.By Monday morning, I decided I had had enough of feeling miserable.“Today is the day,” I told my reflection as I applied my lipstick carefully. “No more watching from the sidelines.”I picked my best outfit, a navy pencil skirt that hugged my hips, a crisp white blouse, and the red heels that always gave me a sense of power. If I was finally going to speak to Kaelon Draven, I needed every bit of confidence I could find.Dr. Lysander’s words kept running through my mind, and every time they did, I rolled my eyes. What did he know? Some smug man pretending to understand love, telling me who I should or should not want. What a fraud.“Watch me prove you wrong,” I told my reflection, pretending it was his irritating face staring back.When I got to the of
When he offered his hand, I reached out before thinking, and the warmth of his touch almost made my knees buckle.“Hi,” I managed, my voice uneven as my brain scrambled for normal words.He released my hand and gave a polite smile. “Please, take a seat. Tell me what brings you here.”I tried to sit, but a sudden ache ran through my body, forcing me to shift until I found a position that did not hurt as much. I must have looked ridiculous, half-perched on the chair like someone afraid to move.“Are you alright, Ms. Carrow?” he asked, his green eyes studying me with quiet interest. The look made my face heat even more. “You seem to be uncomfortable.”“I am fine,” I replied too fast, crossing my legs, then changing my mind when that only made it worse. “Just a small muscle strain from the concert last night.”He smiled again, but this time there was a glint in his eyes that made my skin tingle. “Concerts can be very... memorable.”Something in the way he said it sent a shiver down my spi
Book 2: Random Wetness:Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand?Yeah. That happened to me.Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.Now the same stranger from that night keeps showing up… touching me like he owns me… making me feel things I shouldn’t. Things that burn. Things that terrify me.Oh, and did I mention my new boss? Yeah, we hate each other. At least, that’s what we keep telling ourselves. Will something crazy happen between us*************Chapter 1Serene’s PovI was doing it a
Dante’s POVI walked up and down the hospital hallway, trying to steady my breathing. It was not because I had just become a father. That part was incredible. My daughter was beautiful, calm, and more perfect than anything I had ever seen. I felt a deep pride in Angela. She handled everything with strength, and seeing her hold Skylar made something heavy and warm move inside my chest. I loved her more than I ever thought possible.“Dante, son, take a moment. You will make yourself lightheaded,” Mr. Ethan said quietly.“I know. I am trying. I just keep thinking… what if it does not go the way I planned? What if she does not want this?” My voice came out uneven as I pushed my hands through my hair.“It will be fine. I am sure of it,” he said and placed his hand on my shoulder.I stopped walking and pulled in a long breath before nodding. He gave me a small smile. I had never felt this level of nervousness before. I could only hope that everything turned out the way I needed it to.“Are
Angela’s POVI still could not fully believe she was here with us. Our daughter had finally arrived. Skylar Faith Connors. She came into the world at a healthy 7.2 pounds, with soft dark hair like Dante’s and bright blue eyes that seemed far too aware for a newborn. She was perfect in every way. The long labour and the stitches afterward felt like nothing compared to seeing her for the first time.“She is perfect,” I breathed out, tears slipping down my face as I looked at the tiny girl in my arms.“She really is. Just like her mother. I am so proud of you,” Dante said as he stroked Skylar’s cheek, then leaned down to kiss the top of my head. His own tears were falling now.“I think she looks like you,” I said, smiling up at him.“She has your eyes. You did so well. How are you feeling?” he asked.“I am tired and my body hurts, but she was worth everything. I already love her more than anything,” I murmured while letting my fingers move along her tiny hand.“I love her too. And seeing
**** Six months later **** Dante’s POVThe last half year moved faster than any of us expected. Angela was only six weeks away from giving birth. Our parents eventually accepted everything, though it took time. Now they talk about becoming grandparents with real excitement. Angela and I have grown closer through it all, even if the journey has not been simple. We finished high school and managed to graduate together.Angela chose to delay college until next year. Both sets of parents promised to help so she can still go. As for me, I have been working two jobs and setting aside every cent for the baby. I want us to be able to afford our own home one day. Angela works as well, even though I kept trying to convince her to rest. Thankfully her job at the bookstore in town is only a few days each week, and she enjoys being around the books there.We do not spend as much time together as we wish, but we know it will all make sense once our daughter arrives. With our jobs and help from our







