Novels by Crystal Oduwa

MIAThe bell rings in three and I'm throating a man's dick. All Fridays are like this. Casual blow jobs in classrooms, I revel in it, especially loving how those hazel eyes darken and he fists my hair, holding my place and I take all of him, my eyes threatening to spill tears as they struggle to maintain the intense gaze.Yeah, I'll lock that memory away for later.****"I made it back on time!"I sound a bit squeaky, wiping my mouth's edge with a napkin. My sandwich was neatly packed in the bag.And then the bell sounds."Fuck.""Ugh, I can eat in geography."I folded the bag and stuffed it into my backpack watching everyone else clean up their leftovers while my stomach rumbled. On a side note, Logan didn't last long at all. "We need to talk."The twins walked ahead and I was shoved into a restroom."Right behind you guys!""Am I being kidnapped?""Don't. You weren't meeting up with Nick or getting ketchup packets.""W-What?""Why would you even think that?""Because Tony texted

Colour me a hypocrite because I do not make my presence known upon hearing those words. I remain at the top of the stairs and listen in on the conversation. Even though it's without bounds given my situation, but something about the name sparks farmilarity and if she has Nick riled up, I wonder how exactly they're connected. "I don't care. Everything is going fine. Even Logan seems fine. I don't need you coming up here to dredge up any nonsense." And there you have it. She knows Logan. Nick knows her. What in the fuck was going on? "Ginny. Stay where you are. It's better that way. I mean it!" He's getting agitated already. All the tells were there. Balled fists. Elevated tone of voice. Pretty sure the lines of his face were wrinkled if his back wasn't turned away. "Ginny!" The call got cut off and his clenched the phone, his body turning around and I caught the split second of rage before it dissolved immediately upon seeing me at the top of the stairs. "Baby..." Not completely

MIA "You're a rebel now?" My eyes nearly popped out of their socket. The guilt was crippling. I didn't even notice the grin across his face when he said those words. "What?" "You usually stay back and help clean up, but you couldn't wait to leave and talk. Is this about today?" He shrugged his hands over my shoulders, and I hated his understanding he was being in this moment. Things would go much more smoothly if he turned out to be the jerk from two weeks ago. The main reason why I felt prey to Logan's advances to begin with. But of course, the universe chooses to bless me with an evolving boyfriend who finally decides to change after months of bull shiting. "Mia, are you okay? If this is about Gianna. I saw you two.." "It's not about her. In fact, for the first time, we might be getting along." Bonding over shared trauma. I don't add that part, not yet anyway. "So what's wrong. You can talk to me about anything." "You'll hate me." I lowered my head, the overwhelming urg

**** I stepped out of the bath tub, the hot shower doing nothing to clear the rampage in my head. That's when I noticed my phone on the counter, a notification lighting the screen up already. Five missed calls. Before I could check who it was, the next incoming call had that fairly figured out for me. Ginny. I shouldn't indulge her. Infact with my current state, I should silence the call and head straight into bed. I don't. I slide over the answer button and place the phone next to my ear. "What exactly do you want?" "Why are you back home?" Ever so direct. "I have an internship. I'm certain we spoke about this previously." "It's you. You could've picked anywhere else. Why Michigan?" "Family is here. Life Beyond Care is an amazing institution. I'd be getting a good reference." "Yes. From Mr Dawson." How the fuck? I couldn't answer. "You did your research." "Yes. I care about you. I want to know what's happening. I'm worried." "Exactly why? You ruined my life. Cheated. L

LOGAN "Peter." "What happened?" He could tell by my tone. What gave it away? The heavy breathing over the phone or the fact that my grip was faltering and I had to cling to the damn kitchen counter to steady myself. "Logan?" "This was a mistake. Coming here. The internship. Mia. Nick. All of it." Where's the damn vokda when you need it? I can't be sober right now. "What did you do?" "What haven't I done? It was supposed to be easy. Have sex with her. Make Nick pay. Then leave. I wasn't counting on everything else." "Like what?" I pulled a cabinet and found a bottle, grabbing it as the urge to chunk half of it down my throat became overwhelming. But no. This isn't good. It just wasn't me. "Her smell. I want to bury my nose in the crook of her neck and stay there. I wasn't counting on enjoying. Taking pleasure in watching her be mine. What the fuck is wrong with me? This was supposed to be a business transaction." "Logan. Have you considered pulling the plug on the entire

"Why are you being so understanding. I was rude to you. I treated you like—" "You're still a child to me Mia. You're going to make mistakes. You're going to fail and feel like life is kicking you to the curb. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I made it worse." I blinked. Again. And again. Was this a trick? An elaborate ruse to get my guard down? Because no one can be this understanding? There's no way. "There's no hidden agenda here Mia. When the time is right, you and I will get to talk as we should have ages ago." I could only nod, setting the spoon and knife beside each plate. "If you were in my shoes, what exactly would you do. The truth." "I'd break up with Nick." She answered without missing a beat. "You... You would?" "Yes. If your heart was still with him, you wouldn't be thinking of his brother. You need to come to terms with the fact that maybe you're no longer in love with him. Yes, you have great love towards him, but he's not the one who makes your world sp

Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.

CAMILLA RENEE LINCOLN MEMORIAL. It's three pm and there's hardly anyone around. I can't see Harper or Dylan. I'm inside the memorial. My phone began ringing again. "You listened. Now keep walking. You'll get your reward soon." "What do you want?" "You. Forever." He answers in the same computerized voice. Me? I thought his obsession was Dylan. After seven years, he's still psychotic. "W-What are you talking about? Why won't you leave me the fuck alone?" I step forward, checking around. "I can't, even if I tried," I furrow my brows. "Where is Dylan?" "Closer." I shiver "Why did you take him? What do you want?" "I told you, Darlin, you and I. Forever." I search the entire place. It's no longer scanty. It's empty now. Completely empty. I walk out and try trailing the surrounding. Even security has vanished. Wait, a minute. Dylan calls me Darlin. Did Harper take that up now? Has he gotten even more crazy? "Have you figured it out yet?" "Dylan." I whisper. "Darlin."

CAMILLA RENÉEEIGHT YEARS LATER.WILLIAMS MEDICAL CENTER, WASHINGTON."Camilla? Are you done with that patient?"Athena peaked her head in, checking the room to be certain. I nodded my head, stifling a laugh. She strode in, pulled a chair and chuckled while seating."How long did he stay this time?""Two hours. Two pure hours of torture. Listening to him ramble about a woman who's probably shaking her ass on a yacht with another man. It's sad. Funny, but truly sad."Athena poured two glasses of wine for each of us."You deserved it."I bobbed my head in agreement. Sighing, she took a seat across as though she were my patient. I have no clue why his wife suddenly picked her bags and flew half way across the country leaving him devastated. Poor man still loves her, he'll heal. Hopefully.Until then, it's my duty to sit and listen. And he's like a two out of my tough patients. There are some who haven't gotten over dead daughters. Others who are depressed. God I love my job. It's like a

CLAIRE MITCHELL Sixteen days. So much has happened in over two weeks. So much has changed. Before I'd be begged to shut up, now everyone keeps gawking and idling for a word or two out of me.My parents flew out of Cal-U yesterday. They did their best, but I wasn't ready yet. Dylan's mother got close though. All she did was hug me and I sobbed.Yesterday I saw him. Camilla's ex. He knew about everything, so I choose to give the doctor's words a chance and then open up about this entire shit.So here I am, sitting across from him, peaking at his notepad while he scribbles my first and last name."If I gave you a choice between your blood and the one person you loved, who would you pick?"He gawks in shock. Half expecting me to keep quiet throughout. "Is that why you're withdrawn? Because of what Harper did to Dylan?"I chuckle."No. Of course now. I just don't see a reason to talk much unlike before. I'm curious, so I'm asking.""No. You're trying to convince yourself that you're nobod

MIRANDA COSGROVESATURDAY.“The audacity of you to come here! You animal!”I shriek, knocking my nose, which forces me to step back. “Why does everyone keep hitting me today?”Rocking my head, I disregard the comment he made and what he might mean. He deserves all the punches in the world. “Get the fuck out of my dorm. You better not try to speak with Camilla. Not after what happened. I refuse to let you get close to her.”Shoving a finger in his face, I propped my shoulders to seem taller and more intimidating.“Where is Camilla? Dylan came to my place screaming about how I tried to get her into the dorm. I came back here to make sure she was okay. He got a call and ran off. Have you seen her?”My bag drops to the floor and I panic.“What? He hasn’t found her? He hung up, and I thought, maybe...”I lower my knees and retrieve my cell, dialling Dylan’s number first. Straight to voice mail. I did the same to Camilla. Voice mail.What the hell is happening?“What did you do? What did y

DYLAN EMERTONSATURDAY.The shot landed beside Camilla's leg, making a dent in the wood. I saw my entire life through my eyes, and Camilla was the only thing I could see.I almost lost her. Harper would've shot Camilla if I hadn't howled. The bullet was inches away from hitting her."I do not have all day D. I would've opted for initials, but they both have Cs."His goons all laughed as he waved the gun in the air. I stomped forward, lifting my chin."You almost hurt her. I would have killed you!""Aww D, we're brothers, remember?"He clicked his tongue, then lifted the gun again."Enough stalling. Choose."I eyed both of them. My family. My whole life. I love them both. I may not love them. I'd be a fool to deceive my brain by saying I loved both of them at the same level. Camilla means more. Camilla will always mean more. But that does not justify killing my cousin. I can't live with that. I'm done thinking about just my needs.She has friends. Parents. May have a boyfriend who also

AIDENI've completely lost my mind. It's an oval room with seats circulated round it, each seat occupied by men and women who could collaborate and turn against me, take away what I've worked half my life for, destroy my professional career, yet in this moment I find it all insignificant. I can't bring myself to express anger or beg them not to turn to the enemies. I had a dossier from my father on the hotspots. Howard Keller, Sarah Conner and Rivera Marine, they had turned, or were on the brink. That leaves 7 share holders. It's not so much the numbers, but they key players. Two of them will stand with my father, they're too terrified to do otherwise, those two would have one each on their team that makes four slightly guaranteed support from whatever gets thrown at me.The remaining three could swing either way, but if two of them swing towards Tristan, the other will most definitely follow. There isn't a tie breaker here, it's win or lose. Their eager eyes bore into mine, but I

LAYLA WEDNESDAY"Come back to bed.""Don't check your phone."I spun and straddled him, looking around to see where it was. Most likely huddled somewhere in his pants. "Why?"He arched forward, his lips meeting my neck and aiming higher. "Uh nothing.""Is it about Ella?"I bet those lips had curved in a knowing smirk. It was almost noon, I hadn't slept that good in a while and he didn't wake us up, so the news hit tabloids around ten. He could've gotten up and read them at anytime. "I haven't seen the headlines."Mind reading Aiden. "So how...""If I was an obsessed wannabe sociopath. That's exactly what I'll do."He shrugged and lifted us. "Fun's over. I need to call my mom, we should freshen up and...""It could take an hour to drive home and come back, maybe we should meet..."He tossed the covers off, sliding to the edge of the bed and pulling me with him. "Who said anything about you driving home?"I could squeal and protest, but he was a man with a mission, hauling me to the b

LAYLA TUESDAY"Hey, movies are about to start. Are you okay in there?"Drew. I squeezed the knob, twitching it to open then hesitating.If we both disappear, Freya would know something's up. I need to stay calm. It's the only way.No more springing into action. "Just nothing sad. I think I plugged the toilet, I'll be out in a minute."I cringed visibly, flushing the toilet for added measure."Oh, if you need any help. Just let me know""I will."Once he was out of earshot, I dialed his number. What I should've done so long ago. "Hey."I palmed my face, the back of my head hitting the door as I listened to the soft sigh leaving his lips."Where are you?""Penthouse."I heard a strain, something that sounded awfully like zips."Oh. Have you spoken with Bella?""Not necessarily. You're with her?""Uh, yeah. Drew's here too.""That's good."I couldn't mention Freya either. I didn't miss the edge of the tone. The one that believes there's no one with him."Aiden.""I'm going to Californi

AIDEN “Let’s call a meeting with some shareholders. I want to know who’s behind this before…”“Drop. The. Call.”I expected more outrage, but this solemn tone would have to do. I anticipate my father’s smug replies will tip me off rather soon. He was on the phone, talking business. My mother was on a hospital bed somewhere and he busied himself with Smith Industries. “Aiden.” He kept the cell in his hand, the call still ongoing but whoever was on the other side hung up instead. “The next few words coming out of your mouth should be an explanation for everything. You leaked the news to the press.”His eyes went wide, but the composure didn’t falter. “You’re not stupid son. Don’t start now.”“You’re in this office discussing what? Ways to secure your asset so they’re not affected by this scandal.”“I have dealt with this news for months. I apologize for not being as distraught as you for hearing it for the first time.”“Why didn’t you tell me!”“To avoid this. We thought it could b

LAYLAReporters. News vans. I came to him. I started driving, taking turns, and here I was. Smith industries.I wasn't the only one. The news was spreading quickly. It was merely 4 p.m. and the whole place was still buzzing. Security was handling the situation but Aiden wasn't out. Neither was just father.I had clearance to go in, up to his office, and glance at Giselle at her desk who paid no attention to my movements engrossed in her world.Now I was at his door, listening for sounds at the other side. Silence. Did he go home? Pacing in the office? Sleeping? Was he on the phone with her?Making flight arrangements?I wouldn't know until I got behind those doors, so I did.He left it open, one push and it bulged.His name hung in my throat as I slid inside, softly edging the door shut.And there he was. Hands plopped on each side of his face, head nestled between his legs. Either he was deep in thoughts, or too unbothered to check who had walked in.Then there was a scuffle, he adjus

AIDENMONDAYI dipped everything. Files. Contracts. My cell phone while scouring for my keys. I wasn’t the organized and detailed fellow. I was frantic and topping over things. My senses went haywire, a term I hadn’t understood until this very moment. It’s like thinking about everything all at once. Allotting your brain with so much information that it’s unable to process any of it.How long had she been there? My father knew, but he said nothing. Was it chronic? My chest tensed. She called me herself, but how about Bella? Last I knew, my mother was investing and traveling around the world. She should not be in New York.I nearly stumbled to grab my phone off the desk as it rang. The call had been cut off before, and I would resort to other strategies if I didn't have an answer. Soon.“Aiden. I’m not in New York.”I waited.“What? Where are you? I’ll drive down now, or I’ll book the next flight there. How long have you been?”“Aiden.”She couldn’t berate correctly. Her voice was raspy,