Novels by Lovina S.

6 months later…It came to her in a dream or, was it the music of cosmos that clicked the scattered pictures at the back of her mind into one perfect lifetime. A life where a girl sang melancholy, begging her lover to haul her into his arms and leave the world behind. A fantasy she admired from the eyes of a little girl before she grew up in scorn and turned indifferent. The heart of gold, when touched thorns, transformed into stone. Still, it fluttered whenever her browns collided with the brilliant oceans that tried to pull her into depths, challenging the fury in her to satisfy this unquenchable thirst with a kiss of love. Has it really been that long? She asked herself and a smile broke on her full lips unknowingly.A tear slipped from glossy eyes, saving the light mascara from smudging. Long fingers immediately reached for silk kerchief settled on the dressing table in front of her, and she looked up in the mirror.The visio

New York“He is ready for you, boss.”Agent Mc King announced as he gestured towards the last investigation room, and Lorenzo rolled his shoulders.“How is he?”Lorenzo asked while suppressing a yawn, earning a tired sigh.“His pupils are dilated, and the head is dizzy, but I have run a few tests. The man is good to go.” The Agent clarified before opening a metallic door with a small glass window, showing his boss in. Lorenzo nodded in acknowledgment and marches inside, forecasting a cool manner, oppose to his igniting fury. It was 5:45 a.m. now. The clock was ticking faster today. Slumping in the chair opposite to a high Antonio Sullivan, he passed him a sarcastic grin.“We met again.”Antonio frowned at the pitch of Lorenzo’s voice, which poked like needles in his skull, and he groaned. His red eyes watered a bit before scanning the bulky frame in front

New York“Here, sir.”The lovely secretary of Lorenzo offers him a mug of black coffee and two pills of Advil. The senior detective was having a hard time focusing on scattered documents after that close encounter with a familiar face. The clock was ticking fast, and from the past half an hour, he was scanning the same page, trying to surmise the words, which now seem like wriggling insects. Nodding at the beautiful female thankfully he tosses the medicine down his throat and drinks the burning- beverage.Huffing a refreshing sigh, he collects the papers in a folder and holds the hot caffeine in another. Erasing the haughty- image of a stoic woman from the back of his mind, he leaves his cabin with newfound determination. It was 4 a.m. He still had some time to crack the case. All the pawns of a dangerous game are standing in front of him. All he has to do is make them sing on a forbidden tune. Wearing both bewitchery and im

New YorkSomeone has said it right. When you go through the flames of life and come out as a survivor, you learn and adjust to chaotic synopses awaiting ahead. The negativity doesn’t affect you in the same manner as it used to sting you before. You become so tough and cold to feel small things. Whenever a situation appears where you feel the walls are closing and a helping hand will never befall, pray to God and fucking cut through the path like a bullet. The days that break you are the days that make you. It is easy to lecture a suffering soul, easy to judge their case, and give hearing of do's and don’ts. You will never know how that person is fighting each prime, slowly losing hope while mending the chinks in their armor. The logic is simple- Every soul has to go through the cryptic period of life all alone.Lauren learned it the same way. Where Alex had a protective father, she was sold at a very young age to clear debts and sa

New YorkTaking the phone from her tight hold gently, he scrolls through the call log and shudders nervously, noting Lorenzo’s name on the top. Why has that imbecile called in the middle of the night? Alex was frozen at the spot. His mind was blank and his skin sizzled under the intensity of her burning gaze. Lauren shifted her eyes from his unmoving figure and removed the warm quilt to climb out of the bed and enters the bathroom with tensed brawn.Alex tosses the phone aside and cups his forehead. Distressed. Why does he feel so distressed over something that has nothing to do with her? It is not like Lauren knows the agent and has met him before? She doesn't remember the past where the same Agent was a ruthless King who destroyed her nation. But she was tensed for some reason, and this raised his heartbeats. Leaving the bed, he peeks in the bathroom through the little slit from where the light from inside was shattering on the carpete

{A/N: PG-13. The following chapter isn’t written to hurt anyone feelings and contains abuse and violence. If you’ve a sensitive mind or heart, kindly skip it. You won’t miss anything important and can easily catch a brief in the next chapter. Thank You.}New YorkClick of her high heels reverberates in the empty hallway as she steps out of the elevators on the 15th floor and proceeds towards her well-furnished and luxurious penthouse. After a long day of multiple meetings and annoying clients, she finally managed to slip out of the office once being dismissed by her equally frustrated boss. For some reason, he was distant as compared to other days. Maybe he fought with his fiancée? Who cares as long he pays her well for this head-spinning job? She had to give it to him, not a day ago, his soon to be wife met an accident,

6 months later“Fuck, I am so nervous,” Valentine mumbled earning a stink eye from women crowding the waiting room. Crystal chuckled softly and kissed his cheek. “Relax, you will be fine. It’s the first step, Valentine. Don’t be a loser.” She whispered in his ear and he looked at her helplessly. He immediately held her hand and kissed her knuckles, then brought it close to his wildly beating heart. Crystal rubbed his arm comfortingly and leaned her head on his shoulder. “We will be fine, Valentine. Just imagine our future, it will calm you down.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A smile formed on his f

PresentRussiaWhen we look at stars on a clear night sky, we are, in a way, looking back in time. It’s a direct window to the past. The Big Bang theory attempts to explain to us the origin of the universe. It talks of a singular huge explosion unimaginable in physical terms. The universe expanded and hence, the temperature came down. Hydrogen and helium formed sometimes later. The gases condensed under gravitation and formed the galaxies of the present-day universe. Over the years, science has brought great changes in the universe. It has explained to us the phases of nature and changing seasons. Our mind has accepted it in one way or another and somehow limited the scope of superstition. We have learned how air is important and helps us

PresentThird PersonAlberto was left worried when he received such orders from Victor. But without asking questions, he obliged and immediately settled Lola and Valerie at the backseat of his car and drove straight to an unknown location. He was confused at first that why Victor didn’t ask Harman to do such a job because he was family. Alberto was just another employee. Valerie and Lola agreed to do so after receiving one call from Valentine. They sneaked out, hiding from all eyes and immediately took Alberto’s lead. The moment these three left the mansion through back door, Victor pulled out at the front. Jumping out of his car, he took long strides towards Valentine’s offi

9 months agoValentineSweat dripped from my burning skin as I ran around the mansion panting heavily. “Did you get her?” Harman yelled from the terrace catching my attention and I shook my head. My mind was in a constant race. How the fuck she ran away in such a delicate condition? I licked my lips in anticipation and clutched my hairs in distress. Before dinner, when I went to check on her, she was unconscious. But at midnight, after a meeting when I decided to retire to bed, she was already gone. My heart was beating wildly thinking of various possibilities. Victor came from inside the mansion jogging with a few men. “She isn’t in the mansion for sure

9 months agoCrystalI remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain, trying to maintain an equilibrium. So, if one emotion skyrockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit, to release that emotion packaged neatly in tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stab

9 months agoCrystalIt is tragic to discover the monsters that took pleasure in serving you pain, have returned once again to hunt you down. It is tragic when they come back with more opacity caged in their hearts. It’s heartbreaking to discover that the person in whom you kept your faith was just a mask, hiding a ruthless and frightful demon behind. It’s a curse to conclude that the person you considered one of the best parts of your life was never there in the first place. What if it turns out to be an illusion fabricated by some trickster? When this illusion breaks and you come face to face with one person that scares you to death