Novels by Obiechina Rossi Onyeka

MY HOUSEMASTER"That black magician of a boy, Kunle, always swims with magic," Bright ranted, his voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd. "He only wins because he cheats! There’s this leaf he always chews before a competition—it makes him faster than any normal swimmer. Hahaha! But today, he met his match. He thought he was racing against an ordinary swimmer, but he was up against a true Aqua-being! What an honor it is to be in the same class as you, my prince."His words sounded like the ramblings of someone who had secretly taken too much marijuana. No one paid him any serious attention—except the security personnel. Before he could say anything else, they rushed toward him, grabbed him, and forcefully escorted him out. Where they took him, we didn’t know. Later, we heard he had been taken to a hospital, and rumor had it that he went completely mad on the way there.Well, the celebration continued without him, though his outburst had slightly dulled the excitement. The crowd, w

MY HOUSEMASTER"That black magician of a boy, Kunle, always swims with magic," Bright ranted, his voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd. "He only wins because he cheats! There’s this leaf he always chews before a competition—it makes him faster than any normal swimmer. Hahaha! But today, he met his match. He thought he was racing against an ordinary swimmer, but he was up against a true Aqua-being! What an honor it is to be in the same class as you, my prince."His words sounded like the ramblings of someone who had secretly taken too much marijuana. No one paid him any serious attention—except the security personnel. Before he could say anything else, they rushed toward him, grabbed him, and forcefully escorted him out. Where they took him, we didn’t know. Later, we heard he had been taken to a hospital, and rumor had it that he went completely mad on the way there.Well, the celebration continued without him, though his outburst had slightly dulled the excitement. The crowd, w

MY HOUSEMASTER"That black magician of a boy, Kunle, always swims with magic," Bright ranted, his voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd. "He only wins because he cheats! There’s this leaf he always chews before a competition—it makes him faster than any normal swimmer. Hahaha! But today, he met his match. He thought he was racing against an ordinary swimmer, but he was up against a true Aqua-being! What an honor it is to be in the same class as you, my prince."His words sounded like the ramblings of someone who had secretly taken too much marijuana. No one paid him any serious attention—except the security personnel. Before he could say anything else, they rushed toward him, grabbed him, and forcefully escorted him out. Where they took him, we didn’t know. Later, we heard he had been taken to a hospital, and rumor had it that he went completely mad on the way there.Well, the celebration continued without him, though his outburst had slightly dulled the excitement. The crowd, w

The Siren SpellThe moment I moved, an incredible force propelled me forward. It was so fast that I almost slammed into the pool wall. Before I even understood what was happening, I had already reached the far end. As I surfaced, the crowd erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the arena.“What just happened?” someone gasped. “He was right here a second ago! How did he move that fast?”Journalists, who had come to cover the competition, stared in shock. They had expected an ordinary school event, not something that defied logic.By the time I reached the last side of the pool, Kunle was still in the middle, racing toward the finish line with the other swimmers struggling behind him. He turned his head, probably wondering what had caused the sudden commotion, and when he saw me at the end, his expression froze.His face twisted with shock, fear, and something else—pure disbelief. It was as if he had just swallowed something unbearably bitter. He couldn’t believe it—I had esc

THE CONTESTThe principal gave his opening speech, and soon after, the event officially began. The MC took the stage, flipping through his agenda booklet as he organized and coordinated the activities lined up for the day. He was a funny man, always cracking jokes that kept the crowd entertained. His humor added an extra spark to the event, making the whole show even more enjoyable.It was a massive gathering. Every student in the school was present, and many parents had also come to watch. But my mom—and Cynthia’s parents—were among the few who didn’t attend.My housemaster, always speaking in that overly polished way of his, asked why my mom wasn’t there to see me swim. I simply told him she had an urgent situation to handle. He didn’t seem fully convinced, but he let it go. To be honest, I barely understood half the words he used, but I nodded along anyway, pretending I did.Back at the poolside, we were all dressed in our swimming gear, waiting for the contest to start. That was w

The Mad Powder"Like seriously, your swimming skills are something else. I’ve never seen or heard of a swimmer like you, not even in the Olympics. Honey, you are the best! Can’t you see them gathering over there? They’re scared of you, yet you’re here, feeling scared of them? That’s hilarious.""Listen, love, we’ve watched Kunle swim, and we all know he’s not on your level. After seeing you in the water, it’s obvious. And mind you, this isn’t just my opinion—I overheard some students saying that even the principal called you our new Merman. If the principal, who is supposed to be neutral, could say that, then what do you think your odds are against Kunle?" Cynthia said.I won’t lie, I heard the principal say it too. He said that a new Merman had emerged. His words sent a wave of confidence rushing through me.We were still talking when Bright strolled toward us, his face twisted like someone carrying the weight of guilt. His shoulders slumped, head tilted downward, as if he wanted to

Elena's POVA Family Thing We pull up to my house in under ten minutes, and I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car. Jayson follows closely, and before I make it to the front door, my mom opens it for me."Hey, mom," I say. She gives me a grateful smile and opens the door even wider to let me in. When she sees Jayson, her smile only grows. Evie begins to cry again, so my mom tells us she's going to check on her and leaves the two of us alone on the front porch."So... I had fun tonight," I say shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. It feels strange how it’s so easy yet so difficult to speak to him. I feel this tug to share how I feel with Jayson, but nerves still get the better of me."I had fun tonight, too," he says with a smile, and in that moment, I completely forget where I am. I forget that Evie is crying inside the house. I forget that my mom is right on the other side of the door. I forget that I'm standing on the front porch of my house, in the dark, with a gu

EmergencyElena's POVI quickly and ungracefully moved off of Jayson's lap, my face flushed with embarrassment as I slid back onto the bench to create some distance between us. His jaw tightened immediately, and his eyes shot daggers at the waiter, who seemed to freeze in place, trembling as he absorbed the force of Jayson's glare."We're still thinking; when we decide, we will call you," Raymond stated, his voice calm yet firm. His eyes, however, didn't waver from Jayson, as though silently warning him to keep his temper in check. The waiter swallowed hard, giving a brief, shaky nod before hurrying away, leaving our table shrouded in tense silence. Alex’s lips curved into a slight smirk, clearly entertained by the sudden interruption, while Raymond kept a wary eye on Jayson. Meanwhile, Jayson’s expression was a mask of barely restrained fury, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was so worked up. Was my nickname for him, 'Grumpy,' truer than I realized? Could he really be this hot-h

Lust in His EyesElena's POVI bite my lip and turn to the menu, flipping through the pages. I'm on the page with the salads when Jayson puts his hand lightly over mine. "Order what you'd like, Elena." I was planning on ordering a salad, but not because I'm trying to be "thin" in front of Jayson or anything like that. I will proudly eat pounds of food in front of others and not be ashamed."Okay, I'll order what I really want if you promise not to make fun of me," I told him, and he tightened the hand gripping mine. "I will never judge you. Ever." He said"Okay. I was going to get the same thing as you, but every time I eat a burger, I make a mess."Jayson chuckles, and so do Raymond and Alex, reminding me that they're at the table too. I laugh with them as well. "No, I'm being serious, Jayson! Like, ketchup gets everywhere, the tomato never stays on the bun for longer than a few bites, and my hands get all greasy. Don't forget about the onions." I'm stopped by an amused Jayson as he

Blame GameElena's POV "Sorry for the delay. I got held up," I said, not willing to throw Alex under the bus. As much as I'm annoyed with him for making us 20 minutes late to dinner, I know he was just being a good friend; it wouldn't be fair if I put the whole blame on him.Jayson gives me a small grin. "It's okay; I know who's to blame." He looks across the booth, and I follow his eyes to see that he's looking at Alex with a knowing look.Alex throws his hands up. "Okay, it wasn't completely my fault," he defends as he looks between Raymond and Jayson. Honestly, with the way he looks right now, it only confirms that it is entirely his fault. "Elena was wearing a crappy outfit, and I rectified the situation. So, you're welcome," he added, making that feminine thing of yours—trust me, Alex is way too feminine for me, even though I am the woman here.I know Alex is only joking, but a girl's got to defend herself at some point. "First of all, my outfit wasn't as 'crappy' as you put it.

Elena's POVA Perfect Double Date"Okay, okay! Hold your horses!" I grumble, wondering if Alex can hear my internal protests from his honking car. Rushing around my room, I spritz myself with perfume and snatch my things while Alex continues his relentless horn serenade. "Honey, your friend's impatient!" my mom hollers from the kitchen as if I didn't notice. I dash downstairs, bid a quick farewell to my mom, and head for the door."Wait! Elena, will I ever get to meet that handsome friend of yours again?" Mom's voice echoes after me."Eventually. I gotta run, though. He's ten minutes late," I exclaim, throwing a quick "Love you" to Mom before bolting out. I reach Alex's car, and yank on the passenger door handle, but it remains locked. "Alex," I say, knocking on the window. He rolls it down, eyes scanning me up and down.Alex opens the driver's side door and circles the car, muttering incoherently. What's he up to? We're already behind schedule! "Alex, we're running late! I don't want

Jayson's POVBetrayal By a FriendThe afternoon sun beat down with relentless intensity, its heated rays shimmering in the sky. In the lavish living room, myself and Raymond prepared for the much-anticipated lunch date with Alex and Elena. Dressed in my signature black leather jacket and dark glasses, I projected an air of enigmatic coolness, but beneath the facade, a storm of memories churned within.As we readied ourselves, Raymond, my steadfast friend, and Beta picked up on the subtle cues of turmoil. His swaggering approach, almost like a dance, was a silent invitation for me to unburden myself. "What's eating at you, man?" he probed, genuine concern etched across his features, his hand resting on my shoulder.My lips struggled to articulate the inner turmoil, but eventually, I muttered, "I'm good." The hollowness in my response couldn't escape Raymond's discerning gaze. Friends have a way of knowing, and my eyes betrayed the haunting memories that lingered.Stepping into the stre