Sula Novel Novels & Stories

"There's so much to explain, but now is not the right time. Your safety is our priority. Once we get you to a secure location, you'll be free from the shock, regain your memories and fill in the missing pieces. Trust me, Nalita." As Mia wrapped a bandage around Suzzane's head, her mind began to wander, and flashes of her past flooded her consciousness. It was as if she was watching a movie of her earlier life, a life filled with pain and hardship. She had been an orphan, passed from one owner to another in the despicable secret trade of slaves until she ended up in the clutches of a ruthless mafia household - Vito DiMarco. The three sons of the mafia boss had been perverts, taking advantage

Sylvia couldn't swallow it hence she came to past her anger and dissatisfaction to Cocoa early morning. Cocoa you son of the bitch. She cursed loudly. And the small commotion of theirs had gained alot of people's attention. Since it was morning, alot of people where going to the market, others to their gardens and some to open up their shops to start the day. Mrs. Ruth's house is a Commercial building in the village center where many people could gather or pass by. Some of these people had witnessed the last confrontation between the two women however they weren't brave enough to voice out their opinions. They know not to cross path with Sylvia. That woman is an evil avenger.

"First and foremost, this is a work of fiction, and no correlation should be made with living people or incidents. The author doesn't support any of the ideology or the relationship— friendship or romantic— being presented in this story. This was merely written for entertainment sake, not to be followed and used as an ideal. There are many things that are wrong in this novel morally, and therefore, don't let this novel influence you." At the young age of six, Sylvia White had lost her father, and her mother turned to depression then, constantly drowning herself in alcoholism. After that, probably in order to get over her father, her mother, Lydia, engaged in relationships with various men.

By Sultana Chapter 11 Sara POV "What are you trying to do?everyone know you took the gold bar ,why try to deny it?" I asked feeling anxious I don't know what she have but am sure she has something,but there's nothing to prove her innocence why am I this anxious,am sure I avoid all cameras

Eliza and I are walking when we look up to see that we are stopped in front of the Apothecary store. Once service is concluded, we say our goodbyes to the other parishioners and proceed onward to the next place on our agenda. While we're walking to the market, I feel very off about something. I look around trying to find my uneasiness, deciding to ignore it. Eliza and I are walking when we look up to see that we are stopped in front of the Apothecary store. As we stare in the window, we see a commotion occurring across the street. “Hunter, what do you think is happening?” I look at her “I do not know”. Right at that moment, we hear the pop of gunshots, everyone screams as scatters as we witn

salsa said in her mind as she wept for Opula who was lying in the sick bed at the hospital. Salsa was a slow poison and a moving unpredictable time bomb. She had history of avenging her offenders and Opula might be battling with an unknown closer enemy. The Fanny’s had surrounded Opula and sympathized with her. Opula couldn’t stop shedding tears and she never knew mere sight of her pregnancy was making Salsa seethe and she was plotting yet another attack on her mind, one that would be more disastrous than the former.

“But I thought that’s just something Sully knew wrong. I mean, it seems impossible, doesn’t it?” “Does it, though?” Selina asked. “I don’t think so. It was the truth. Kyle raped that girl and she committed suicide because of that. Sully’s own family took away the things she loved one by one. Now, Father killed her child and even beat her up.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Thinking about all this gave me a headache.

Both of them plotting against Diego — the one person who had bled for me, shielded me, when everyone else turned away. And still, I said nothing. I backed away, each step careful, deliberate, until the voices dulled into the night. My hands shook violently, the glass of water still clenched in one. It slipped, shattering against the tiles, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. All I could hear were their voices. Their plan. Their betrayal. And I knew — whatever came next, I would never look at Sage or Alvin the same way again. A sudden creak of the back door snapped my head around. The shadows shifted. A figure moved closer from the darkened yard, tall, broad, carrying an unmistakable pre

I was a weapon that they happened to be sheltering behind. ​One evening, I found Sula sitting by the roots of the Tree. She was holding a small piece of solar glass, turning it over in her pale, cold hands. Her tattoos were gone, leaving her skin looking like marble. She had given everything to save the mountain, and yet she did not look bitter. ​“You look for him in the wind, Weaver,” Sula said, not looking up as I approached. “But the wind does not blow in the West. It only echoes.”

She slowly carried herself to the little mattress around the corner which Omah had brought from the basement, she laid down with tears in her eyes but couldn't think any more so she slept off in no time. Morning has come, the sun was set for the day so was Saul, he got up this morning awfully in a weird way. He wasn't really expecting anything from Tullah, losing a child was something Tullah has never experienced before and to Saul it was also a new thing to him. His conversation with Omah had touched a spot in his mind. He walked into the sitting room and saw Tullah lying down on a mattress, he didn't know what to say so he slowly walked out of the house. ******