Novels by Zooma

-I knew it.-I put on my seatbelt and said, “I think you have chosen the right dream.”“Thank you… Joan.”“Okay, let’s go home.”“Um… I… My shift is done an hour ago.”“Oh, why you didn’t tell me?” he surprised me“You needed me, so…”He made me feel terrible; he was taking the humiliation in non-working hours; I didn’t think that an apology would solve the problem.“Where do you wanna go?”“I gotta and buy some stuff for my family.”“What stuff…? I’m sorry for sticking my nose, you don’t need to answer.”“No, don’t worry about it, but I dunno actually, maybe some vegetables and fruits.”“I can take you,” I said in confidence.“No, no, you don’t have to.”“Nope, w

I went to the car while trying my best to hide the jubilant features on my face, but what can I say; I am not that guy. I kept my eyes down and got in the car. The moment I lift my head, Brandon was smiling and looking weirdly. “What?” I asked because he confused me. He passed his hands and tried to tickle me. “Mission passed… Mr. Romeo.” “Man, I’m still your boss.” It was an embarrassing situation. The words I said made Brandon transformed into seriousness mode. He started the engine, put his hands on the wheel, and prepared. -It gave me a feeling like he was forced to work as a bodyguard because his personality belong to a pizza delivery man or a sales agent.- “Can I ask you a question?” “Yes sir,” He answered. While trying to dry my jacket, I asked, “Do you have a family?” “Yes sir.” “I told you before, don't to call me sir! Okay.” “Okay… ” He looked sad. “It’s all right, and w

I noticed what I was going to say. I spoke to myself, “What the heck! What am I doing?” “I’m in a lot of problems.” I felt idiotic. “Oh! And what I’m supposed to do, you’re a billionaire, solve it!” she yelled. “M… My bad,” I mumbled. She moved back to the hospital. I began thinking that it was such a bad idea, coming to a woman I barely know her full name. Maybe Jake was right; I was not thinking clearly. I rode the car in desperation and sorrow. Brandon came over and sat beside me. In a regretting move, I put my head on the wheel, looking down and wishing that I didn’t come here. “Hmm… Are you okay, boss?” Brandon in a faint tone. After a few seconds, “What do you think?” I responded. As smiling, he said, “I think she is gorgeous.” “No dummy, what do you think about me, not her… ” he looked stupid. “I… I think you are gorgeous too… ” Brandon got embarrassed since he was a blond, his cheeks turn

“Is she…?” I wanted to confirm.He looked bummed, “Yes, she is… “Tina was wondering, “who is Beatrice…?” loudly.I said, “A gold-digger!” and he said, “A model!” at the same time.After, we stared at each other for a moment.-Beatrice Markova; a gold-digger, works as a model. She is not famous a lot, however, she’s drop-dead gorgeous; she almost got me in her trap with her magic; it’s a long story, but I knew she did what she did because of my money.-“Bro, don’t say that!” he warned me, using his finger.I laughed, “Don’t pretend you care!”“I do care. She is my future wife!” he shouted.I couldn’t hide my rage also, “Future wife! Don’t crack me up, she is a gold-digger.”“No, she is not!” he stood up and hit the chair on the ground.I tried to calm him

“You have a plan?” I whispered. “Yes, but it needs to be done as soon as possible.” He said. “Ok, but what is the goal of this plan?” “My mom needs the help, but she will not accept it… The only thing to change her mind is…” The features of his face transformed to sadness as he continued, “… Is to be fired from her job.” I said, “Fire her…!” he surprised me. He answered, “Yes, that’s the only way…” “And then, what?” “Then, you leave it to me, but you need to help her as you said.” I didn’t like the idea, “ok, let us supposed that she got fired, and I helped her, what will happen when her leg healed?” “It depends on you; if you are ready to help her and take the responsibility, let’s do the plan, otherwise, just leave it…” I thought for a while and talked to myself, “Okay… If I helped her, I need to take responsibility, I want to, but I don’t know if I’m ready to take the risks and relate myself,

“Sweetie!” with her radiant face and her shiny smile, Tina; the principal maid; responsible for all castle's workers always knows how to cheer me up. I never treated her like a maid because she never treated me like a stranger. I was like her grandson. I hugged her back, “Hey! Tina…! How are you doing?” “I' am fine, get in…” she welcomed—though it was my house, all of us in the castle felt like Tina was the owner, and everyone used to listen to her, even me and Jake. And she was fighting me many times when she sees me acting bad or doing inappropriate in order to be a good man, or once I exited the house and the atmosphere is cold, she used to run to me and gave me a coat and insisted on wearing it even if I didn’t want. -I remember once, at three and before my mom passed away, I got sick while mom was working in the lab; she stayed all night awake, taking care of me, however, that wasn’t all. One moment that night, I hardly opened my eyes to fi