Novels by Nheeke

Patricia's confession hung in the air like an uninvited guest at a party. Marco stared at her, disbelief etched across his face."Did you just say you're nineteen?" Marco's voice wavered with a mix of shock and amusement.Patricia bit her lower lip, regretting her slip-up. "I, uh, well... yeah," she stammered, trying to backtrack. "I mean, isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"Marco's eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really had me fooled, Patricia. You've been playing the part of a seasoned spy with such finesse, I never suspected you were just a teenager."She gave him a sheepish grin, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "I guess I'm a good actress."Marco's laughter filled the room, and he pulled Patricia into a warm embrace. "You're more than that. You're incredible," he whispered into her ear.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Patricia's worries about Chloe and her fami

Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while chewing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you okay?"She halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He pulled her gently toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears cascaded from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comforting embrace,

"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to a

Stacy's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy consciousness returning as she slowly sat up. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. The events of the morning came rushing back, and she glanced around to find Patricia and Marco in quiet conversation by the window.Rubbing her temples, Stacy pushed herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. The events of the morning had left her head spinning, and her emotions were a jumble of embarrassment, anxiety, and curiosity. She had never anticipated that her innocent mistake would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.As she watched Patricia and Marco, their hushed voices conveying a sense of urgency, Stacy's thoughts began to settle. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a feeling that they were on the cusp of something significant. She couldn't help but feel that there were layers of secrets she had yet to uncover.Marco glanced over and noticed Stacy's awake state. He offered

Marco found himself in a comical conundrum, staring at the ceiling fan twirling above him. Never in his wildest dreams had he been this perplexed by a woman. He'd never been the type to get serious, just one-night stands and empty promises. And now, when he'd decided to have a fling, fate served him a teenager who managed to steal his heart and body, all while sleeping soundly on his chest, her bare back inviting his gentle touch.Regret? He might have for employing her through deceit or for getting involved with her, but did he really regret it? These unfamiliar emotions were a whirlwind, and perhaps he didn't regret having her in his life after all. The uncertainty of what would happen when she regained her memory or when they crossed paths with her father loomed over him, but he was ready to embrace it all, consequences and all. His gaze shifted to his phone lying nearby, and excitement coursed through him when he saw a message that read, “My man, you in town and didn't tell me. Yea

Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while gnawing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you alright?"She abruptly halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He gently pulled her toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears streamed from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comfortin

It's been two weeks since I arrived, and I must say, these past few days have been nothing short of interesting. Alex and I have gotten really close; he took me on a tour of the town, which was informative and eye-opening. I discovered that this place is home to several supernatural creatures besides werewolves, such as lycans, chimeras, vampires, witches, fairies, and many more that I can't recall.Alex also revealed that our grandfather is a descendant of Zeus, which makes him revered as a god, given that Zeus is a Greek god of lightning, sky, and thunder, like a weather god. Grandfather was blessed with the power of thunder because of the blood of Zeus coursing through his veins. He also told me about his werewolf, who is an alpha, but no one knows for sure. That's why he freaked out when I followed him, but that's a story for another day.I stood in front of the mirror, combing my hair, feeling nervous. Today was the day I had to attend the school that teaches about all this supern

After my grandma left, I leaped into action and got ready for the day. I slipped into a red striped pleated skirt that flared with every twirl and a red long-sleeve top that made me feel like a superhero. I stood in front of the mirror and combed my hair, admiring my auburn locks. Of course, it wasn't my natural hair color. My mom dyed it to auburn when I was young, and I've kept it that way ever since.As I was combing my hair, I suddenly remembered the dream I had last night. It felt so real, like it actually happened. I hadn't even watched any movies, so what sparked that dream? I shook my head and tried to push the thought away. It was a new day, and I didn't need any negative energy to drag me down.I made my way downstairs to the dining room, where my grandparents were already chowing down. They didn't wait for me this time, but that was okay."Good morning, family!" I said, pecking their cheeks. Grandma smiled at me, and Grandpa beamed."Morning, dear. I see you had a good night

• Alyssa's POV As I walked towards the source of light, I couldn't help but wonder what was causing the tree to glow so beautifully. "Is it Christmas already? Or maybe there's a festival going on?" I mused to myself. I looked closely, but I couldn't see any source of light. It was as if the leaves themselves were glowing.As I got closer, I noticed a line drawn on the ground. Just as I was about to cross it, an old man appeared out of nowhere, using a stick to support his walking. He was dressed in a white garment, and his tone was deadly, yet calm. "Don't you dare cross that line unless you want to be dead. What are you doing here, child?" he asked.I was terrified, and I quickly apologized for coming there out of curiosity. As I turned to leave, he called out to me. "Wait." I turned back to face him. He was looking at something, and I realized it was my bracelet. I quickly hid it behind my back."I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot give you my bracelet. It's really precious to me. My mum i

- • Alyssa's POV As I entered the room, I was immediately struck by the beautiful sight before me. The paintings on the wall seemed to blink at me, as if greeting me. The room was painted white with stunning murals hand-painted on the burnt orange and red walls. The furniture was rustic and dark, complemented by vibrant cushions. I had never seen a room with so much furniture and so many hues. The white velvet curtains hid the long windows across the room, leaving only a shy peek. The floor was polished wood, dark and free of clutter. The room looked amazing; it was designed not just to be a room, but to feel like home. I could stay here forever.After a long journey, I sluggishly made my way to the en suite bathroom. The bathroom was also beautiful, although not as large as the bedroom. The walls were tiled with large format white travertine, while the floor was made of dull brown tiles. The enamel was chipped in the sink, and the vanities were made of dark wood with peeling formic

As Alyssa's father approached the imposing gate, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. Sixteen long years had passed since he last set foot in this town. "Time really does fly," he mused to himself with a chuckle. He had never thought he would return, but here he was, spurred on by his daughter's desire to visit her hometown.Summoning up his courage, he rang the bell. The rich, exotic sound of the bell confirmed what he already knew: the owner of this property was wealthy indeed. A booming voice responded from within the building."Do you have an appointment with our Master?" the voice demanded.Alyssa's father rolled his eyes. "Do I need an appointment to see my father? Come on, old pa."The security guard on the other end of the intercom was momentarily unsure, but then recognition dawned. "Is that you, little boy?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion."It's me, all right, but I'm no longer little. I'm a man now," Alyssa's father said, flexing his muscles for eff

Alyssa’s POVThe environment looks beautiful. When we entered, I was feeling this creepy vibe and a sense of belonging but I shrug it away after all it is my parent’s town. Not quite long, the car stopped.I pressed the windows’s button and the window rolled down for a better view of the environment, since the window looks blurry.My mouth gaped open in admiration at the sight of the building in front of my eyes, the building is huge, magnificent , it is well structured. It looks as if they spent years in building it. It’s so beautiful.I was still admiring the house until the statement uttered by my dad jolt me out of my thoughts. “Welcome home.”“Wait what? This is grandpa’s house ? ” I asked in surprise.“Yeah, it’s still look the same as I left it as far I can remember.” He said and shrugged like it is

I clicked on WhatsApp, searching for Kelly's contact in swarm of contacts saved in my phone.Seen it, I sent him a message simply texting ‘ Hey’. Then I placed the phone my crossed laps, anxiously waiting for his reply. After two minutes, I averted my eyes from the screen to the clock; it was five in the evening. So he might be at home or somewhere aside from school, I think.I checked the status of the message now, it is now in seen. I almost squealed out of excitement but held it back, instead a smile overtook my face.Typing...I bit my lower lips, as I still waited. I don't understand why I feel nervous . It is not like it is first time chatting with him, we have been talking and we vibe a lot but this is different; I need a favour from him. He finally send. ‘Hello’ wait like seriously ?!! He typed for what seems like hours and it was just five letters and one word I received. You got to be kidding me.Scoffs

•Kylie“ Mom why is Kylie not going to school and I'm going.” Ken complained as he came down the stairs, marching towards the kitchen to meet mom.I laughed, as I followed him. Is he not supposed to be happy that he is going to school, unlike me who is going to get bored staying at home. I know school can be hell but that is what makes your childhood lively. Growing up, what kind of experience do you want to share ? A boring one ? That you spent all your days being homeschooled, nothing exciting at all. Or the interesting ones ? Your highschool's days, moments with your friends. Those time I spent with my friends made me feel alive and feel true love not fan love.“ Because I told her not to,” Mom answered, as she carried two plates filled with bacons and eggs, she placed it in the island.“ Well tell me not to.”I took out a stool and sat on it, watching the discussion between mother and son. Ke

•Kylie "Finally, we have arrived. Phew!" Bob let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief as the large iron security gate slid open. He drove the car through, following the winding driveway. I pouted, tearing the crinkling wrapper off my next chocolate bar. So far, I had eaten six. Only six remained. Bob had bought them for me as a bribe to keep me from talking. "The way you said that made me feel like you do not like my presence." "Yes," he nodded his head, affirming my words as he put the car in park. "I do not like your presence. Anytime you are with me, I will always spend more than what I planned. I do not know how, but all I know is that it is your fault." "Well, I did not force you to spend money on me, did I?" I felt a flash of offense. "It was your choice to buy it. I did not ask you to buy it." He was indirectly calling me a gold digger, just like the way Kelly had insulted me. Well, it is not my fault I am blessed with rich dudes. I need to enjoy their wealth before I get m

•Kelly I twisted the doorknob. The hinge creaked loudly in the silence as the door swung open into blackness. "Why is it so dark?" I wondered aloud, my voice sounding flat in the dead air. I strained my eyes, trying to make out a shape, a person, anything. Reaching out, my fingers brushed against something cold. The wall. I slid my palm along the smooth paint, searching for the switch. My fingers finally found the small plastic nub, and I clicked it. Light flooded the entryway. I let out a completely ridiculous, high-pitched, girlish scream. Ashton was standing right in front of me, less than an inch from my face, his arms crossed and a stony expression on his face. When did he get here? And why was I screaming like that? I stopped, cleared my throat, and forced myself to stand up straight. "What is wrong with you?" I demanded, my voice rougher to make up for the scream. "Why were the lights switched off?" "How was your date?" he asked. His tone was so cold he completely ignor

The kiss was still lingering on her lips, a fading warmth against the cold night air, when the voice sliced through the moment. "Kylie, what the hell are you doing here?" Kylie ripped herself away from Kelly, her heart leaping into her throat. She spun towards the sound, her breath catching. Bob was standing at the entrance to the bridge, not ten feet away. He was not just angry. He was vibrating with a fury that seemed to make the air around him ripple. His face was a mask of disbelief, his neck cords standing out like ropes, and his eyes looked ready to pop from their sockets. "Bob, you just swore," Kylie giggled, a nervous, high-pitched sound. She reflexively put a hand to her mouth, but the humor died instantly. She knew that sound. Bob only swore when he was absolutely, terrifyingly furious. "Is that the damn answer I am looking for?" he shouted. The sound echoed off the old ironwork of the bridge. "Do you know how many times I called you?" Kylie's gaze immediately dropped t

•Third person's POV The afternoon sun was still high, beating down on the cracked pavement of the bustling street. A river of people flowed around Kelly and Kylie, a mix of after-school uniforms and adults heading home from work. Cars rumbled by, smelling of hot metal and exhaust fumes. And people stared. An older woman sitting on a bus stop bench smiled softly at their joined hands, a nostalgic look in her eyes. A man in a stiff suit, however, shot them a look of pure disapproval, his lips thinning as he passed. Kelly felt the stares like a familiar, uncomfortable itch, the way he always did. Usually, the attention was just for him, a low-grade static of awareness that he had learned to ignore. But this was different. This time, the stares were for the two of them, for the sight of his calloused, slightly larger hand holding Kylie's smaller, warmer one. He kept his eyes forward, focusing on the rhythmic tap of Kylie's sneakers on the sidewalk. She, on the other hand, seemed to b