Novels by Esiito

Years passed, and the seasons turned like the pages of a beloved book, each one rich with memories and laughter. Cole and I settled into married life, our days woven together with the threads of love, adventure, and shared dreams. Our home, a cozy little haven infused with art and creativity, became a reflection of our journey. Colorful paintings adorned the walls—each one telling a unique story, a snapshot of our life together. The studio where I once painted alone transformed into a shared space, bursting with the vibrant chaos of collaboration. We often spent evenings sketching ideas, laughing, and talking about everything and nothing at all, often with the scent of freshly brewed coffee hanging in the air. Our relationship, like my art, blossomed even further. We learned the beauty of patience, the power of communication, and the art of compromise. We traveled to different corners of the world—each trip an adventure filled with new sigh

[Lucy] As I met Cole at our favorite café—the place where we had spent countless hours imagining our futures—a familiar warmth enveloped us. The sunlight filtered through the café windows, casting golden rays that danced across the wooden table where we now sat, both buzzing with our achievements and exciting developments in our lives. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” Cole mused, meeting my gaze with that softness that had become an anchor in my life. “I know,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion. “It feels surreal, and yet, it feels like the most natural progression. We’ve both chased our dreams, and look where we are now!” Cole smiled, an expression filled with admiration and quiet pride for me. “You’re incredible, Lucy. Your work is inspiring countless artists and creators. You’re leaving your mark on the world, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” My heart fluttered at

[Lucy] Years had flown by in a blur of colors and creativity, each moment brimming with inspiration and growth. I had thrived in art school, where the seeds of my passions had blossomed into a vibrant career. My dream of becoming a known figure in the art industry had materialized, and the sketches I once created in solitude transformed into gallery exhibits that sparked conversations and ignited imaginations. From my early days of uncertainty to becoming a recognized artist, my journey had taken me through bustling art fairs, collaborative installations, and personal showcases that highlighted not just my work, but also the stories and emotions behind each piece. Through hard work and dedication, I had gained a voice in a world that valued art's power to connect us and open our minds to new perspectives. But amidst the whirlwind of my success, the familiar tug of home had grown stronger, and now, after years of living

[Lucy] With summer stretching out before me like a blank canvas, a renewed sense of purpose settled into my heart. The initial apprehension about moving so far from home faded away, replaced by a burgeoning excitement for what lay ahead. I had a chance to immerse myself in the world of art, to learn, grow, and discover parts of myself I’d never encountered before. As the days passed, I dove into preparations for my new journey. Packing was a labor of love; I selected pieces of my life that felt right to take along—my favorite sketchbooks, a few beloved novels, and a collection of photographs filled with memories of laughter, friendship, and love. Each item became a reminder of where I had come from and the bonds I intended to keep strong despite the distance that would soon separate me from my childhood home. Meanwhile, Cole continued to be my unwavering support. Every day after school, we would meet at the park, basking

[Lucy] The day of the final exams arrived, casting an air of excitement and anticipation over the entire school. It felt like the sun itself was celebrating, flooding the campus with golden rays that amplified the laughter and chatter among students. As Cole, Tamara, and I emerged from the school's main entrance, our faces beamed with joy, the last remnants of stress slipping away like morning mist. "I can't believe it's finally over!" I exclaimed, my heart racing with the liberation that came after weeks of studying and worrying. I tossed my books into my bag with an exuberance that felt almost like flying. "Best. Day. Ever!" Tamara squealed, her curls bouncing as she jumped up and down in her excitement. "I feel like we can do anything now!" Cole chuckled, his arm draped casually around my shoulders, anchoring me to solid ground amidst the swirling energy of jubilation. "I can't believe we survived, hones

[Lucy] The plan to take down Viktor wasn't straightforward. It required precision, patience, and a level of coordination that pushed our makeshift family to its limits. Tamara' and Kevin's digital investigation uncovered a complex web of connections. Corrupt cops, underground money laundering, trafficking networks—Viktor's operation was more than just a simple criminal enterprise. It was a hydra, with multiple heads that needed simultaneous attack. "We can't just go to the authorities," Tamara explained, spreading digital files across her laptop. "Half of them are on Viktor's payroll." Cole, still recovering but increasingly restless, became the strategist. His background—something he rarely discussed—proved invaluable. "We need to hit their financial infrastructure," he said, studying the maps and connection diagrams Tamara had created. I guess there's still a lot I don't know about Cole and Tamara.

ROSA I was scrambling to find the best outfit to make a good impression and my mind was on its own journey, racing over how this was going to go.I would be meeting the infamous Vinny Cabrera. I was really curious to see what he's like– I've heard many things about him and I wondered what was true and what was not. But in any case, he's a criminal through and through. I bet Daniel didn't get his father's good side from him.I was still wandering in my mind when I heard the doorbell ding.Shoot! I need to hurry up! I dressed in a white lace top and black skinny jeans.Why should I dress my best anyway? It's not like I'm marrying Vinny. **Late, I rushed into the living room to find dad and someone I'd never seen before, who I supposed was Daniels dad, already seated.Vinny turned in his seat to glare at me."Hello. You must be Daniels dad," I grimaced. "Nice to meet you, I'm Rosa," I introduced."Good afternoon," he replied with a nasally voice and a scowl. He was a bulgy man, almos

ROSA "Your wife?!" I gasped in shock.No, no, no. He cannot be serious right now..."Um, this would be the part when you say yes, babe," Daniel said, then chuckled awkwardly.All I could do was stand there, staring at Daniel, utterly speechless.They set me up to marry a total stranger. I can't believe he's asking me to marry him after only one actual date! What the hell! "I...um..." I stuttered."Of course she says yes!" My dad piped in response to Daniel with a smile, while giving me a hard glare."..." No words could escape my lips as I stood shocked by my father's boldness."Amazing! That's what I wanted to hear," Daniel rejoiced."Congratulations, you two. I know you will get along just fine," dad said reassuringly, then took a whiskey bottle from the small hatch behind his desk and poured two glasses; one for himself and the other for Daniel. "I was keeping this bottle for a special occasion," he beamed."I'm honoured, Enzo.""You're family now, Daniel. Cheers to a prosperous

ROSA I could sense the fire raging in his eyes from across the room.Marco?What the hell is he doing here?!"What's up, babe? You see someone you know?" He tried to turn his head back, but I stopped him."I... I'm fine. I just got distracted for a minute.""What's more important than what's going on between us?" He smirked and his hand started to slide up my legs, slightly squeezing my thigh as he leaned in to whisper into my ears."Do you want me to bring you back down to earth?" His hand moved higher and turned towards my inner thigh, and my eyes locked on Marcos.Let's see how he feels about that... He always takes one step forward and two steps back when it comes to showing me what he wants.Maybe some innocent flirting with Daniel would light a little fire under Marco.I leaned forward, slightly scooting closer making it seem like I was about to whisper into Daniels ear, but the fire raging in Marcos eyes before, suddenly turned into an inferno. He narrowed his eyes at me and t

ROSALater in the evening, now laying down on the couch, I was deep in a great novel when I heard a knock on the living room door."Yes?" I called out uninterested, my attention on the book in my hands."Babe?""The hell?" I cursed aloud. Seconds later, Daniel was next to me on the sofa, one arm around me, the other on my thigh. "What in the world are you doing here?" I asked with gritted teeth as I turned to him."I called your father about an hour again asking if you'd be available tonight. He said you'd love to see me again," he said in explanation.I guess it wasn't Daniel's fault that my father didn't give a damn about what I thought. I turned my attention back to the book still in my hand. "Yeah, well, obviously I have other plans--""It's okay, babe. I can wait for you to get ready," he responded, cutting off my words.My brows furrowed in confusion. I turned to glance at him. "Umm... ready for what?""I'm taking you to this great new club in the city! I bet you love to get do

ROSA"Come and sit. You too, Rosa," dad ordered, waving his hand at the empty chairs in front of where I was standing. We both obeyed and sat down. "Daniel and Rosa just had their first date, so things are moving forward," he relayed to Marco.Unbeliveable!I scoffed internally and with held rolling my eyes. What's Marco going to say?"Have you done more background check on the Cabrera family?" He turned to Marco in question."I have, yes," he affirmed with a nod. "Everything checks out. Their assets are solid. I have to say, I'm impressed. I mean the projection for the numbers are far above competition. If you look here..." He said and leafed through some papers.As I sat on the council of my fate, my own voice unheard, the rest of their words all start to blur out.As we walked out of dad's office about thirty minutes later, I couldn't help but feel betrayed by Marco words.I turned to him wearily, the will to fight no longer in me. "Are you sure about what you said about the Caruso'

ROSA I'm pretty sure Marco didn't ask a rhetorical question but neither of us uttered a word. I was pleased he was here at least, but I still needed to stay quiet. Speaking up would only make this situation worse."Why were you yelling, Tony? I could hear your voice all the way down the hall," Marco commented."It's none of your business. I don't know you," Tony remarked rudely."Yeah?" Marco pursed his lips, giving Tony a scrutinized look. "I'll find out eventually.""Oh, sure, the golden boy," Tony mocked, "I mean, what's Enzo thinking?! He brings you in! A damn stranger! And now, he's choosing yet another stranger to marry Rosa! He's a damn fool," he insulted. "And obviously on the decline. I've seen it coming for years now.""I get that you want to be given more responsibility. I mean, that's why we all work our asses off," Marco pacified, "but what does Rosa's marriage have to do with anything?""If Enzo wants a son-in-law to lead the family, why not me?" He splayed his arms in a

"Ughh," I moaned, settling on the sofa with a heavy thud. Going to the station today didn't really answer much of my questions, instead, it might have added new ones to the batch.Talking to the Chief Officer was also a waste of time, because as Officer Trent had earlier stated, he was oddly pumped about it and didn't really give much insight.I did manage to sneak a peek at the pictures left by the forensic team, and by sneak a peek, I meant taken without authorization. As office Trent rightly said, her head was gnashed, like something that was roughly smashed against a glass or something.I silently scrutinized the picture of leather girl – the model – Diana. Was Dom really capable of doing such? I knew he had violent tantrums and tendencies, but this was just too much. Who the hell had he pissed off to land himself in this type of situation? Would she be the only one killed, or was she a promise of more deaths to come? Am I next on that list?Ughhh. So many unanswered questions. I

I didn't know what to do.My boyfriend– scratch that, ex-boyfriend is in police custody for killing his supposed new girlfriend???Does it mean that if I had stayed longer, that could have been me on the screen, dead and lifeless.I shuddered."Damn. This shit is messed up," Zack cursed.I sprang to my feet, "I need to go see him Zack," I said and tried to move.He stood instantly, dragging my hands. "Are you out of your mind?! Dude's in police custody on account of murder and you WANT to see him??" He yelled and let go of me. "What if that had been you, huh? You want to go see him! Please tell me you're joking..."I didn't speak for some seconds. We were both breathing heavily and our chest rising and falling rapidly. "I'm not joking. I need to make sure he's okay. I- I-- I--" I blubbered as tears rolled down my eyes. "He doesn't have anyone to look after him, Zack." I wept and his face softened.He took a step closer to me and held my gaze. "But that's not your problem anymore reme

It's been two weeks since I left Dom. A week of pure sleuth as I sneakily checked my phone for texts, voicemails, missed calls, anything. I haven't heard a word from him.I told myself I wasn't waiting for him but it was all lies. I feel like maybe a part of me wants him to try and reach out, just to show some kind of emotion, but nothing happened. He really isn't one to show how he feels, he likes to bottle them inside.I sighed as I leaned on the couch, blanket still around me, switching on the television. I swiped to the Netflix station deciding to watch an animation to pass time. I chose Red Panda as it's been out for sometime and has also been on my watchlist.What better time to get lost in cartoons than after a heartbreak, right?I shrugged the blanket off my shoulders and made a move to the kitchen to get a tub of strawberry ice cream and a spoon. I come back and situate myself, legs tucked in and play the movie.I watched till the part where Mei-lei and four towns started to

Love is a game– not the inside or interior kind like: chess, checkers or minesweeper, no, it's the exterior, outdoorsy one like: football, soccer, and tennis. It is also like a door. You never know what you're getting into as you open the door, you never know what's on the other side. That's what love is. I watched Zack as he answered his mother's call and I envied him. He tried to sound tough and annoyed, but the love was heard in his voice, the way his body moved, and the way his eyes softened. Looking at him you could tell that he loves his mum, even with the occasional eye roll.A sad smile came to my face as I turned from him and blinked rapidly to stop the tear that wanted to flow.This was the feeling I've always wanted: to be loved, to be held close, to have someone to complain to, and to be spoken softly to.I remember little from when my parents were still alive, mostly from my mum, what and how it felt to love. She showcased it each day as she took care of our small potted

RIA'S POV We stared at each other aggressively till the waitress dropped our breakfast on the table, making us break contact. I looked at the take and momentarily forgot about ‘Dom the dick’, and his stupid face. The only thing on my mind was the scent that invaded my senses. I bent low and took a long whiff of all the gooey goodness and sighed happily.It really shouldn't be called breakfast but rather get-fat, because after eating all these you're seriously bound to “get fat!” Lol..."Come on, eat up!" He clasped his hands together and gave a disapproving grunt as he looked me over. "We're gonna get you fat again," he grinned.I laughed and received a perplexed look in return. Seems like we have the same thoughts exactly.I took my fork and gently stabbed a piece of pancake and moaned as I slowly chewed, closing my eyes and savouring the taste."God, this tastes amazing," I said amist bites. I opened my eyes and took a piece of egg omelette and almost died in pleasure. I then made

Watching her leave was the hardest thing I've ever done in the twenty five years of my fucking life. I didn't want to let her go, but I had no choice, mum said she would disown me if I didn't get rid of her. Ria! God, what have I done. I sat on the chair and rubbed my hand through my face, as my thoughts surfaced.I just chased away the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am such an idiot! I need to go get her back, I can't live without her, I–My thoughts were caught off from the blaring of my ringtone. I looked at the screen and groaned. "Mum," I said as I answered."Have you gotten rid of that trash?" She asked skipping any introductory greetings. I ground my teeth when she referred to Ria as trash."She isn't trash mum," I defended. "I... I love-" she cut me off with a scoff."What? You love her?" She asked and I hinted distaste with her words."I do mum," I agreed. "She is–was– the best thing that has ever happened to me." I can't lose her, no, I won't lose her. I am going