Novels by Obassi A-n

In a split moment, Jasmine was able to open her eyes, fully conscious of who she was looking at; his face wasn't as beautiful as when she had first fallen in love with him; it beared splashes of blood, strips of sweat, and a growing paleness. But he was smiling. Her eyes were focused on him thinking this could all be a dream but he was smiling, and that made her heart happy. She didn't care that her whole body felt like she was in a fire pit; or that he wa starting to look as white as casper the friendly ghost; he was smiling at her an that, that made her heart happy. She was in his arms, it was cold but she felt warm in his embrace. Looking into her eyes and watching the little light in her eyes, that gave Marcelo hope; hope that no matter what happened to him, she was alive; and that she could still make it. "Still breaking locks chicca?" he said to her, his voice hoarsed. "they were never locked! I love you Marcelo!" warm tears streamed down her eyes. He laughed. A sweet soft sou

Pain.That was all she felt as her eyes slowly opened.Pain and a burning in her back. While it seemed her back had been set aflame, her arms felt as if they were about to fall off. Jasmine resisted the urge to scream, knowing completely why she was in pain. How easily she had been caught. She knew it was endgame she'd felt those big calloused hands grab across her neck when she dashed for the brightly lit door, feeling a sense of daylight behind it. An escape; one which failed terribly. Now she was so sure this was her end. She was going to die. No one would save her. After the torture of being whipped over a hundred times, she would finally have to die. how she was still alive was beyond her knowledge.Her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room fairly quickly. Her back burned, she didn't know how long she could take the pain, already her head was dizzy. Jasmine looked around what seemed to look like a cell, her eyes landing on a figure which stood to the side, concealed by shadows. Jas

Cold, that was her Jasmine's first feeling. She needed her blankets. She was shivering to her bones and drifting inside mind were memories of her life before all of this. The second thing to be registered in her minds eye was the hard ground beneath her, her bed had never been this hard. Even when after ber father had passed and her mum had had to shoulder the responsibilities of all four kids by herself, she never had to sleep on a bed this hard. And thirdly, was the pounding in her head. Jasmine opened her eyes only to squeeze them shut. Her head felt as if it were about to explode. She wanted to rip her hair out, the pain was excruciating. What had happened her?She slowly opened her eyes, biting her tongue in pain; the hammering feeling in her head would be the death of her. Slowly, she sat up, taking in her surroundings. She had still been in the same room but an exception of the chains and ropes. She laid on the bare floor; that would explain the cold. But why was she here? And

For the briefest second, Jasmine felt like she was actually the messiah. She had played the role to perfection and in turn the children of a crazy Asian man who had the effrontery to put her only child up for sale to a Russian troop that actually wanted to kill them for revenge! My father my father! She remembered how her mother would wail when as kids she and her sisters would misbehave. She imagine looking up to the heavens in her own turn and crying out same. They say desperate times call for desperate measures: this time called for if not grace, a miracle. She needed a miracle. It was definite, there wasn't possibly anything that could save her if not a miracle. Her head pounded as She slowly blinked open her eyes. Darkness! How familiar. She thought to herself. Wether she had been safe or not, darkness had become very familiar to her lately. She wondered what time it was. It could have been bright and gleaming sunlight middle of the day. She couldn't tell. She attempts moving

His first instincts were to leave a punch in the most painful part of Jones body for reasons of putting eyes on his woman but, that would kill the man and end their mission before it even starts. So he reached out to blind his left eye. Dreco ‘s adrenaline pumped furiously just at the mare sight of Dylan Jones. He didn't have to do that so he found a way to cover it up. "You left them at the mercy of a psychopathic Asian connected to the Russian mafia brutto stronzo! Dovrei darti una morte molto dolorosa! Bastardo!" he threw another punch right into his forehead. The pain sent him into a coughing fit, bleeding from the skull and mouth. When it had subsided, he finally said again, "If death was my calling, I never would have gotten out of there alive." he peeked their interest. How did he get out? Was this a trap? "then how did you get out?" "Someone inside his circle doesn't quite agree with all his decisions. They let me out and immediately I knew I had to come to you and I can g

In her black loose bottom pants, a grey silk top, a fitted black leather jacket and black combat boots, Serena matched her way into the backroom of the gallery, by passing a beautiful painting of the sea and a green viper in it.She reached a room where a man had been restrained: arms tied to the back of a chair. She got sight of his well muscled tone back partially covered by curls of dark hair.Apart from the chair on which he sat, there was a rectangular table that was placed directly in front of him. On it was a small briefcase and nothing more.She dropped her own bag on one side of the table then supported herself in the middle of the table; half sitting, half standing, with her hands folded under her breast giving a little lift and a better view of her cleavage, right in his face.But he didn't care. Neither did she.The minute her eyes coincided with those dark sapphire blue orbs

There was no way possible this man had just thrown her out of his house, Shola thought. What even was her crime? She wondered. Solano, in his fit, had asked his driver to take her out of his property and to anywhere else she wanted to go to. Shola knew what eve r was happening had to have a bigger meaning. The had to be more to just her walking into his late wife’s room for this man to just shoot her into te streets. As she sat inside his car, silently wondering what next to do with herself, it dawned on her for the first time that she had no idea about her life. She didn’t know where her passport was, what kind of visa she had or even the validity of it. She had blindly trusted Solano had her best interest at heart and left everything that represented her identity in a foreign country to him. Now how was she supposed to figure out things for herself when she had no idea what was even at stake. “Stop the car please!” She told the driver. Without argument, he did. She got off and star

After breakfast, Solano excused himself, kissed Shola on the cheek and left. He said he had some business to take care of. Camilla was already emptying the table when Shola called her attention."Hey Camilla,""Yes ma'am, anything you need?""No. And please, call me Shola. Do you have any idea how long Sol will be gone?""Usually, it's about two to three hours before he comes back, but I cannot be sure because I do leave and only come back tomorrow morning."Shola wanted to just pop all the questions in her head out at Camilla but, she knew, it was a risky move. Camila could fall out with her if she said anything that made her look too clingy to Solano's personal life or his past. She decided to snoop about on her the minute Camilla was out.Thirty minutes later, the latter was gone, and Shola started touring about the house by herself. At first she was a bit frightened, being alone in such a big house, but, she felt better and safer when another person joined her in the house. It was

How could she tell him to stop when everything he was doing to her was just breaking her sanity down and she was loving it. Shola felt Solano's tongue trail across her butt cheek as she laid head down, handcuffed and blindfolded. She had never some anything like this and she felt at that moment, she had been missing out a great deal.Solano glanced down at her beautiful chocolatey booty, feeling his manhood swell just at the sight of her. She was perfection to him: he smacked her butt gently, loving how it wiggled after."Dios! ¡Podrías ser mi muerte mujer!" He muffled sounds of pleasure had decreased, "How are you feeling?" He asked her. He hadn't just started with. Solano had already sexually tortured Shola in so many ways possible that she had just given begging for him to give her what she really wanted."Please, please daddy, take me now!" She begged him again,"You're so sexy when you beg little lady, and because you've been such a good girl on your first time, daddy is about you

"Oh, my world! Solano, your house is beautiful!" Shola gushed as she half walked, half ran into the house.There was huge living room, a wall on the further sides, and from my stand I could see a balcony outside and the view seemed to stretched to the ocean. The must have been a beach, I could just imagine the view. I noted myself to check it out later. To the right side of the room was a U shaped sofa, big enough for more than the people in this house, that is, no one. It was facing a platinum state-of-art fireplace blazing gently. On the left side where we stood was an entryway leading to the kitchen area, all white with dark woods worktops, and kitchen island and a six seaters breakfast bar."Yeah I know!" Solano answered, directing himself immediately to the bar,"You told me you didn't have a house.""I never said that." He grabbed a bottle of Moët et Chardon from the all glass bar, two glasses and poured, "I said I lived everywhere and anywhere I wanted,""Right. Mr. Billionaire!

As they stepped into the red carpet, camera lights flashed from every corner and the mob of paparazzi bombarded questions at them.'Mr. Vicenze...who's the girl? Is she your new girlfriend sir? How old is she? Where is she from? Miss what is your name? Are you one of Mr. Vicenze's charity cases? Who are you wearing? Are you from Egypt?Shola couldn't believe her fate. She felt like a celebrity. She felt an urge to stop and pose but Solano's grip on her hand wouldn't spare her the time to. So, she just walked to his beat. They reach a diva wall dead end with the words A year of more printed in gold lights."Is that a..." Shola gushed,"Go ahead princess, go look pretty for the cameras,""Can I really?""It'll be unfair if this picture perfect art ends up not being seen by the rest."She rushed and posed as fabulously as she could. The cameras loved her. They went mad in taking shots. Solano couldn't for two minutes take his eyes of her,"What a beauty Vicenze! You really know how to fix

Who ever thought a lowly Naija girl, would ever walk a red carpet in an eighty thousand dollars dress. Although she had been very enchanted by the red designs, Shola decided to settle for an off-shoulder soiree dress with a slit right under her upper thighs.She paired it up with a gorgeous silver pair of Jimmy Choos Solano got her as a new beginnings gift. But nothing was really new. It was the same old routine, except for the fact that they'd changed places again and were now shopping lavishly in Abu Dhabi's finest places. They had barely two days before the New Year’s Eve party. Solano walked into their hotel suite deep into a conversation through his Bluetooth device in Spanish. Shola threw him a glance then went back to the book she was reading. Solano went in and came out the walk in closet,"Have you eaten anything yet?""Had coffee earlier," Shola answered not sparing him a glance,"Coffee is not food Omasola,""Except when it's more than a cup,""Not amused. What would you li

(Ten years later) A five years old little girl in pink ballerina getup is dancing and twirling happily in the middle of a huge living room. Her bright blue eyes are filled with excitement as she jumps about. She stops and runs to the foot of a flight of stairs, "Mummy hurry up! I'm going to miss my show if we are late," her little voice yells, "I'm coming, I'm coming! Gosh! You're so feisty today. And it's the school's show not yours," a woman with similar blue eyes walks majestically down the stairs. Her blonde curls are bouncing just above her shoulders. Her slender fingers are grazing the walls as she steadies herself on each step she takes, while her other hand lays steadily on her already huge bump. She's heavily pregnant. "Where are your stuff?" "Already in the car! Now move a little bit faster!" "Is your father already here?"

"What did you do then?""You ask as if you don't already know,""I do! But I still want to hear it,""Alright alright! I'll finish it then.I became so confused. I didn't know what to do. I admitted I wasn't in good terms with Maraïda but I could've never wished her death. I had so much on my hand that I became traumatized: on one hand I had Maraïda; she only needed help, love and care, she still had a good chance in life; On the other hand you, innocent! Knowing nothing about what was happening, just wanting to be out and free. Then there was your father in the air, I didn't know if he was ever waking up. It was hard. But I had to be strong for all of you. Then I remembered something. There was a time when Maraïda and Jared had a fight. I remembered promising your mother that day to be a good mother to you. But I also made her another promise...(Flashback

In the third person's POV(10 years later)A blonde woman in a light knee length red floral dress is leaning on a silver - ish pink Range Rover sports. She looks in a hurry; checking on her Gucci watch after every two seconds,"Ellie! Hurry up young lady, we haven't got all day." She keeps staring impatiently at the doors of the flower shop and checking her watch,"Dang it Ellie, come on! We're going to be late for the day. We still have so much to do."A little girl comes out of the shop with a big bouquet of roses obscuring her entire face. Her long blonde hair is dangling from behind her white lace dress paired with a pair of pink flats. Someone follows from behind her with another bunch of flowers, way too big for her hands. The lady in front of the car turns to the little girl, with her blue eyes popping out I surprise,"Ellie! When you said you were getting flowers, I didn

Jared's POVIt all became as clear as day to me when I watched Cassidy's video. I felt like a storm rain had just washed down on me. All this time, Maraïda played me; she made a fool of me, while I sympathized with her sneakiness. I watch with horror as she cut her own self and smudge the blood all over her thighs; as she pretended to scream; as she fake fainted!I was a such a terrible state that day and to think she was just mocking me."Why Maraïda? Why did you do all of this to me? Why did you ruin my life? Why? What did I ever do to you?" She started crying. Her fake tears just made me angrier. I was standing on a bridge between life and death, trying to control my temper, in order not to seriously hurt her."You've been playing me for a fool all this time! I lost everything! I lost my wife because of you!" I yelled harshly at her. She shrieked to a corner of the kitchen, not being able to look at

Maraïda's POVOne phone call had turned into him driving off without even telling me where he was going. I waited for almost four hours in my room. I decided to run down stairs for a glass of water. I was a few feet away from the kitchen entrance when I heard one of the maids talking,"This really sucks. This house was a lot livelier with Madame Sophia around." The first maid said,"Yeah. Everything changed when that woman, that surrogate got here," she wore a disgusted scowl on her face, "Hey, don't talk about miss Maraïda like that. You know she's the new lady of the house now," another maid added,"New lady my foot! That woman is a sneaky bitch! She just wants to replace Madame Sophia in Mr. Shenko's life." The second maid with the scowl repeated,"Cassidy!!!" The head maid, I remember was called Fatou, scolded her, "Stop! What ever happens in our superiors lives is none of

Jared's POVThey were already a good number of questions running through my mind while I drove through the gates of the house. That Joseph guy had set my already disrupted peace of mind in absolute chaos. Maraïda was already eight months in and I wasn't ready for anything or anyone that could jeopardize her health; mentally or physically. My daughter's life mattered more to me than anything. I was not about to jeopardize it for something that might not even matter.I had just pulled up in the driveway when three maids rushed out to take the bags, I helped Maraïda out,"Aren't you coming?" She asked,"Go on ahead, I'll make a call first. Help her in would you?" I motion one of the maids. Once they'd disappeared behind the doors, I brought my phone and a card, tapped on the numbers, he picked

"Where am I? Lucifer! Where am I? Hello? Anyone here?" Sonny looked around but she was surrounded by a thick dark fog so she could barely see a thing through. "What is happening? Lucifer!" No one answered. Before this, she recalled slitting a knife through the center of her palms and pledging allegiance to the alter of the Fallen. Right about when she was going to finalising her initiation with the "sealing incantations", she found being swallowed by this black fog and taken to a place she couldn't decipher anything.Ruby walked barefoot into the pool, wearing nothing but a piece of immaculate white silk cloth tied around her neck. It was surprisingly shallower than she'd imagined looking at the density of the water body. She sat in where Sariel waited for her, the water covering just right above her chest area. Then he started with the baptismal process; reciting prayers, verses from the bible and singing hymns, then finally he said the last baptismal prayer:"Holy Go

Initiation.Just a word that wouldn't die out of her head. Sony stood at the window of Luce's lair. She couldn't tell herself what she was thinking. She just knew, after tonight, she was never ever again going to be the same. She literally was going to sell her soul to the devil and couldn't even feel fear about it. Then she was wondering:What are my own powers? Apart from being controlled by the demon with horns and having a sick pair of wings, she wondered what else she could do, what powers she possess and why she was the only with the strange marks on her skin. The others, apart from their regular element powers; fire for Elo, earth for Zen, air for Gio and water for Garvin, they could very well just pass as your regular teenager."Sonny," Garvin walked in, he too had changed. He was in an all black getup with a checked shirt over his shoulders, "it's time,""What? It's not even midnight yet,""Lucifer wants to start early,""What? You

For Gertrude Ferdson, it was just another seemingly normal calm night, sitting on her home office desk and going through her notes for the following class; only she couldn't concentrate with the thoughts of her missing stepdaughter in mind. Sonny had missing for days and not only her but another one of her students had disappeared too. Garvin Maurice had missing too and his uncle, one of hers and Paul's closest friend, had been found dead in his mansion. Apparently he choked on Hennessey. But that was not the feeling that bothered her the most. It was unshakable. Like something bad was bound to happen no matter what. And she knew all these came from the fact that she and her husband had been working in sync with Garvin's uncle in the management of Sonny's fund. She knew they were doing something very wrong toSonny but kept the secret from her.She flinch absentmindedly as she saw a shadow run pass her eyes, causing her to look up at a pair of red eyes s

As Rydian pushed open the doors of his supposed home, Ruby's mouth fell wider open. It was a sight worthy of cherubim voices as music. Everything was in either white or gold; like a palace in another dimension."You live here?" She asked, dropping her backpack as she marvelled at the beauty of her surrounding. Rydian just hummed an incoherent sound, supposedly to say yes."Alone?" She asked again. He fell silent, his mood and movements changed. He stopped dead in his tracks, watching around carefully. Like he could sense something was wrong, or that someone was around."Apparently not!" He said looking up, as if someone was about to fall out of nowhere,"What is it? You look- not OK." Ruby said, but before she could comprehend his actions, Rydian turned and touched lightly on her forehead with his middle and index finger and she fell into his arms: into a deep slumber. He carried her into his arms bridal style

Dr. Sommers checked the vitals of the girl, her blood pressure and everything again. It was literally unbelievable to him and all the rest who had heard of the girl's survival. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her, not even a bruise was found on her body. Sjre she was entirely covered in mud but that was the only thing that proved she was actually involved in the landslide that practically disfigured some of the corpses that were recovered. No one even understood how she got out."It's a miracle Ruby! Some kind of spontaneous reminiscence." He said as he wrote something on her carnet."There is nothing spontaneous about being picked out of the ground! Can I go home now?" Ruby grumbled. If there was anything she hated more that hospitals, it was guys in white jackets."Are you aware everyone but you died in that landslide. If not for the way the found you; covered in mud and unconscious, no one would believe you were ac

"J'suis foutu! je l'ai tué! suis vraiment foutu!!!"David paced the halls of Alex's apartment. Alex was a friend of his."l'a ferme putain! Tu vas te calmer oui?" (shut it will you? will you just calm down) Alex groaned palming his face in frustration. David had been shaking like a baby ever since he showed at his door for shelter and protection."T'as