Novels by Superovkata

I gaped at Anna, not sure if I want to scream at her, or hope Jason wasn’t going to be even angrier than before. Maybe he was coming to tell me he was going to sue me for making his name dirty with my lame stories. Another knock on the door made me jump, and I left my warm beverage on the table before I drop it. Stacy and Anna gave me a small smile, both nodding for me to go and open for the rich guy. I sighed and slowly reached the front door of my tiny apartment. My tired, hangover brain couldn’t provide me with the courage to unlock and face the guy I loved. I turned to my friends with a tortured expression. “You can’t know everyone and can’t trust everyone, but sometimes you have to take a leap. Just because you are hoping for the better and are willing to pay the cost if you fail,” Stacy reassured me, and I

I gaped helplessly at him, but reluctantly sat on the sofa across from him. My hands were crossed before me, as it was cold, or someone was going to steal the purse I was pressing to my torso. Noah’s smile returned when I gave him a puzzled look.“To show you how devoted I am to the blog you plan to stop, I will let you go for now,” he stated, making me relieved and mad at the same time. “But you will have only...let’s say to the end of the week. If you do not come to the flower shop with the money by then, be sure on Monday I will be at the Police with a reporter by my side. I know such a piece of juicy news might be worth something too. See how generous I am? I am coming first to you, not media.”I shook my head in disbelief. “How much do you want?” I asked through my teeth.

The rest of the day I spend on the sofa, gazing absentmindedly at the comments on my blog. I searched for Jason’s reaction in the unknown people, but there was no way I could know if any was from him. Probably he just read some of it without leaving a review, as there was nothing mean or hateful written.No matter how low I felt, I just needed to be over with my last challenge, with my paid dates, with my secret personality. I went to my wardrobe, picked a flower dress, brushed my hair, and placed my lipstick. I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight.His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one la

Feeling nauseous, I woke up, but my eyes refused to open. I rolled from left to right, then back. I stayed this way for a few minutes, then my mind was awake enough for me to remember I fell asleep in Jason’s bed.My eyes snapped open to see my so-called boyfriend, holding my mobile. Swallowing the bile in my throat, I greeted him with, “What are you doing to my phone?”Caught off-guard, he stared at me with parted lips. I sat up, letting the expensive silky cover slide from my body, revealing my naked torso. Suddenly shy, I pulled it back and pressed it to my chest with one hand. Then, with the other, I grabbed my mobile from his palm.“What did you see there?” I demanded to know, my blood frozen as I feared he saw my blog.“Do you ha

My heart skipped a beat and my whole body went cold and then hot in a matter of seconds. Swallowing, I grabbed my mobile and my eyes fell on the cream-colored counter.“She is no one,” I said truthfully, knowing such a person does not exist. “A friend showed me this. Nothing important really.”Jason raised his eyebrows at me, hiding his doubt behind his wine mask. It reminded me I had to go and pick one for myself.“Thank you for your hospitality. This place is amazing,” I changed the subject, but the guild from kissing the Chef suffocated me.Without waiting on any response from Jason, I took the drinks for me and Anna, and hastily left the room, escaping on the terrace.“Here, I bro

Alex’s eyes stared at my mobile, and it took me a while to find an answer. I was failing my challenge. Allura was slipping from my grasp, leaving only the messed-up Amy to inhabit my body. The poor Amy, who had fear of commitment and was now in a relationship with Jason. The same Amy, who suffered through the deaths of all her family, and made a promise to herself she would never love and let another person break her heart. “Um, I was checking something,” I responded as convincing as I could. “There is a kid we share a fence with, he is constantly stealing my cat. I put a nanny to watch over it, and make sure Fluffy will stay at home.” Alex just kept on gaping at me, so I leaned toward him, making the screen of my mobile barely radiating any light. “Never mind, give me those tasty lips of yours. Would you, Chef?”

“Mason, please don’t!” Bethany pleaded and her lawyer had to convince her to stay calm and silent. “With whom were you talking on the phone, Mr. Scott?” Our guy asked the witness. “Stephan. Bethany’s ex. They broke up because she was having some… mental problems. He convinced her to start going to a specialist.” The room filled with gasps and rustling by the surprising news. But what would make her brother say something that would make her look bad in court? “What mental problems did Miss Scott have?” The mustache man pressed, but answers were coming swiftly, impatiently waiting to roll out of Mason’s mouth. “She was… She is feeling insecure and is constantly seeking the attention of an important man. Like a popular man in town or an attractive man who is wanted by many, and she has the need to prove something to herself by winning them. Her behavior can become obsessive and controlling.” People in the room started to make sounds in surprise and some even badmouthed Bethany, and

This small town was growing on me. The winding streets, the sweet two-floor houses, hiding in lush trees, and the cute shops were part of its charm. The idea of Michael living here, peacefully, surrounded by true friends was warming my heart. He had to win his case, he was not guilty - just different. Then maybe I would consider again the course of my future, including this tiny city and its amazing bonfire tradition.We arrived in the town gathering and it was already dark outside. Hundreds of people were paired in groups, talking and drinking while standing near the fire on wooden benches, brought for the event. Tall wood was wrapped tightly in the clearing far from the last houses. It burned with an intense flame while illuminating with power - it was hard to look at it. The wood had changed its color to golden-orange scorching lava.On its right was a freshly moaned loan, where a cowboy was enriching the air with a cheerful country song. Young girls with lo

A chubby man wearing a long black robe, who looked to be around fifty years of age, came to take the important seat behind the large desk. My palms were sweating and my legs began to shake, reflexively I pressed them together. I took a deep breath. In and out. Then did it again. I was so nervous, I couldn't concentrate on what was going on in front of me.The lawyers were conversing with the judge, then each of them had their turn to speak in front of the people gathered. The defense counsel went first, arguing that Michael had taken advantage of Bethany on the night of the party. Stylishly dressed in black, a woman in her mid-thirties with a golden ponytail was speaking on behalf of the so-called victim.I was repulsed by the skank. She was stan

I talked on the phone with my mother before I went to sleep. It was late, but she called me to tell me that she found a job that was paying better. The thing was that she only had night shifts and today was her first day."I will be available for our chats like before, but you can always call me even in the middle of the night," her voice said through my phone."I am considering another job too," I announced, knowing how thrilled she would be that I had finally woken up from my slumber."That's amazing, dear! What will it be? Something with your education?" she asked with excitement."That's the plan. I applied to some places. Time will tell," I answered and my eyes stopped on the breathtaking body of the man I loved when Michael walked into the room with a towel around his pelvis. "I have to go, mom, it's late." I swallowed, removing the phone from my ear, hypnotized by his slightly pink skin, after the shower.My mother was still saying something, but I was unable to concentrate on h

I watched in slow-motion as the disgraceful young woman made a few unstable steps towards us, her hateful eyes never leaving Michael, and then she raised her hand in an attempt to slap him. With ease, he dodged her sloppy move by coming closer to me, gently pushing me, so I could take a step aside. The drunken blonde, who I assumed might have been a friend of the liar who wanted to sue Michael, or Bethany herself, stumbled and almost fell to the ground but the bearded man grabbed her by her arms, keeping her steady."Michael," he said in a way of greeting while helping the girl stand on her feet."Mason," my guy nodded in response."I think it's better if you and your sister go now," the cheerful man said to Mason and the skank hanging on his arms, who was still cursing and trying to keep her balance. "Hi, man.""Hi, Oliver." Michael returned to the cowboy."Oh, what is that official behavior?" The cheery man asked, coming closer to us. "Give your

My soul was hurting, seeing the torture Michael was in. This wasn't something that criminals felt, right? He was suffering from what people thought of him. He had a conscience. If Michael was a bad person or liked to hurt others, he would not regret his actions, right? Plus - he said that she must have liked whatever he was doing."I am not someone who will force himself on a woman, " he continued, his hand holding the wheel so hard - the knuckles of his fingers turned white. "She lied to everyone. It's who she is. She had her fun with me and the next day, I go out and folks were staring at me. Whispering... you know?" He turned his glassy eyes to give me a lo

Looking up, there was a bucket above my door and all my clothes were soaked. My shoes were in a puddle. I shivered from the cold, but inside of me was a blazing fire.“One day,” I said in a mad, even voice, piercing with my red eyes my tormentors, “you are going to get what you deserve!”They laughed even harder, leaning on the wall at the far end of the corridor, dressed in their pajamas.“And how is that going to happen?” Lea asked, pressing her belly with her arms. “I can’t breathe. Ha-ha.”“Yeah, she never does anything,” her brother stated, bending forward, laughing. “It makes it too easy for us.”I growled at them, feeling I might explode. They were right. I was never doing anything because I wasn’t a horrible person like them. Squeezing my fists, I walked back inside my room and tried to slam the door behind me.It didn’t work, as the bucket moved and was now between the door frame and the door. I let out a short yell and pushed the bucket so it would fall to the ground. I shot

I knew I had to keep a little of my self-respect and to try and be alone for a while. I had to figure things out with Adrian, which reminded me that he called, and I did not pick up.So, I felt like I had to go home and face the monsters of my relatives, called the cousins. My heart sank at the thought of what they would create for me this time.Matt stayed silent all the way back to my house because I asked him to. I needed time to think, and I felt ashamed of how weak I was in his arms, despite Adrian and I hadn't cleaned up the situation.I walked at a fast pace from the truck to my home, but at the doorstep, I halted and shook my head. Matt’s gloved hand appeared on my back and instantly I stared at his beautiful eyes. It was calming how this cold color in his irises radiated care and…love.“I know the stuff they used to do as we grew up.” He said in a low voice. “Now things might be different. More mature maybe?”Instead of answering, I sighed and nodded in defeat. Now or never…o

It was a total surprise that my ride to the town festivities was Santa in a truck. I was even more amazed when he sat on a throne and kids started going to him with their wishes. Matt made sure I would have a plate, stoked with cookies and pie, while I was seated on a small table near his special chair. It smelled Godly, like cinnamon and baked goods. Even the air here was fresh, not like in the big city. Our surroundings were mostly decorated in gold and red. The Christmas tree was also with those colors. Here and there I could see yellow lights, bringing a fairytale feeling. The people around us were dressed in warm clothes and were wearing their happy faces. The mayor of the village, Mr. Lee, placed a huge bag with small souvenirs next to Matt, so every kid could have something from Santa. It was so cheerful and heartwarming. “I want a car where I can sit.” A blonde boy stated with hope in his eyes. “It must be red. Like Maqueen - the lightning!” “Ho-ho-ho!” My neighbor said, “

I was pulled out of my fog and was now staring at Matt with my widened eyes.“Are you okay?” His concerned voice embraced my troubled heart. “I was coming here and saw through the window how the phone slid off your hand and then you seemed so… Do you need water or something?”“Oh, he cares so much!” My inner voice confirmed my desires.“What is going on, Matt?” My Mom entered the room with a serious expression. “You seem concerned ab-” her chocolate eyes stopped on me. “Mia, you are so pale!”She rushed towards me and I began to wonder why they were so worried. Accidentally, I was making a huge drama.“Mom, I am okay.” I waved my hand, but it seemed like it was in slow motion.“Was I okay?” I thought and hid my face in my palms again.When I opened my eyes again, I was enveloped in my mother’s warm embrace. She checked my forehead for high temperature with a kiss and I inhaled her scent.“Ummm! Vanilla, ironed clothes, and something baked. A pie?” I smiled, resting my head in the cozy

Standing on my favorite spot, the swing on the front porch, I was cuddled in a warm blanket. I was barely swinging, busy writing messages on my phone with my best friend Amelia. She was bombarding me with questions about my sudden decision to go to my parents for the holidays. “No, there is nothing wrong about it! I just wish I had a cute little village to go to for a warm winter celebration.” Amelia’s last message read. Hugging my knees, I smiled at her party mood. She was not a traditionalist. Going with me to my parents’ house would be odd for her. Amelia liked the modern way of celebrating. She would just go to a place where unfamiliar people wear expensive clothes, drink too much, and eat gourmet dishes. Fancy, but without a drop of traditions. “Stop kidding me! I know you, remember?” I wrote back to her, shaking my head. The sound of footsteps on the fresh snow announced that I was no longer alone. Lifting my eyes to see who was coming towards the house, I saw a grinning Matt

As always, my mom had prepared the best pancakes ever. Her days as a cook in the local diner were in the past now, but her amazing skills would never fade. I had missed her food. When I sat down on the overused table in the small dining room, the scent of our breakfast almost made me forget Matt was with us, making me excited and somehow shy. “Thank you for inviting me for those yummy pancakes, ma’am.” The guy next door showed his white pearl teeth to my mother, and she just nodded, taking her place next to dad. My eyes landed on Matt, who was sitting across from me and our irises met, electrifying my soul, so I quickly looked away. I was no kid, I knew I was attracted to him, but I also knew Adrian wasn’t in the past yet. It made me feel like I was cheating on him somehow. Maybe it was a habit to always consider myself taken, always in a relationship… or was it too soon to flirt with another? Whatever it was, for one thing, I was sure. I was curious about how Matt’s lips would feel

I couldn’t help but gawk at her.What did I do to deserve that? This was our first time talking, after all.“I am not going to listen to your mean threats any longer. You better move away from my car and me.” I furrowed my brows at the demon in front of me and reached for my keys.“Stop right there, Alice! This should be enough. Do not unlock or enter the car!” Thomas ordered me, hastily approaching us with a worried expression.I took a step away from my Honda and smiled at him.Yeah, we had enough!“Hi there, stalker.” He said to the surprised girl, gazing at his features like he was her God.

Professor Mark Anderson was very excited to finally see some of my drawings. We talked and agreed I would start seeing him, so he could shape me into a diamond before I even started college, assuring me there wasn’t much to do because I really did breathe through my art. I had some sweet red tea in old expensive china with the wrinkled bald man, as we discussed what I could do and what painting materials would fit better to my style. He showed me his favorite teaching art books and some painting techniques, I was eager to try as soon as I could. I left his home feeling good about myself and proud of what I had in me without any special lessons. The professor was so kind and friendly, it made our meeting very pleasant. As soon as I had my life in line after the move, I was going to visit this old man and trust his skills to help me go to a great college.

With widened eyes, our group listened at the offensive mad girl. I had a feeling this was the key to figuring out my problem. “Chill, Sarah! You can’t control everybody. You tried, maybe you just need to give up.” I recognized Olivia’s voice. “Chill?! Give up?! You are retarded, aren’t you!” The angry one screamed and there were some rustling sounds. “Don’t push me! It’s not my fault they got together.” Olivia complained. “Oh, God!” Linda exclaimed, but Steven placed his pointer finger on his lips to keep her from talking. "But I thought Sarah had a different surname..." “I don’t know why I keep you around. I will make her pay, I will separate them. How can I make him see she is not the girl for him?” Sarah kept on yelli

The place was decorated like a frozen forest, welcoming the season outside. Leafless trees were spread around us with crystallized branches. Snowflakes were hanging from the ceiling on invisible strings, some of them almost reaching our heads. Fake snow just hung at our feet, lifting a bit from the air when we walked near it. Dim blue and white lights were making me feel like I was really outside in the forest at night, but despite the cold decorations, I was warm and could enjoy my stay without my nose turning red. Tina and her people had made an amazing snow night dance atmosphere. She knew it and was proudly standing on one of the silver tables near the entrance. Linda looked stunning, laughing and proudly holding my step-sister’s hand. I complimented them on their look-alike dresses, and for the next twenty minutes, we just chilled while watching

“Get away from me, you bitches!” Jane yelled, as we pinned her like a butterfly, holding her hands up to her head before she could respond to Barbie's slap. “Do you think you can offend my sister in front of me and get away with it?” Tina growled, and I blinked at her, almost losing my rage from surprise. “Who do you think you are? You might be rich and pretty, but I don’t give a damn.” Jane spit, her eyes narrowed from hatred. “She is the most popular girl at the school where you are about to play tomorrow night. If I was you, I would think twice before messing with her. She is the frickin’ queen.” I hissed at her. “What queen, let go of me!” She struggled in a futile try to free herself. “What is going on here? Should

Afraid of the answer, I still asked Linda what had made her incapable of talking. “It’s amazing, Al. I have a girlfriend. Can you believe it?!” She yelled in my ear. I sighed in relief, allowing the air to enter my lungs again. “Lin, you almost gave me a heart attack,” I scolded her. “I thought the mental jealous fan of Thomas had done something again.” “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Um, and yeah! My girlfriend said your shoebox became very popular today--receiving messages every few hours.” Linda announced, clouding my mind. “Messages? Your girlfriend?” I gaped at her, adjusting a family portrait on the wall in front of me, but the answers came at the same time I figured them out. “Tina!” Linda and I said in unison.