Novels by Lindile Dlamini

Feeling like I had been neglecting my friendship with Abby, I decided to spend that evening with her."Surprise!" I beamed when she opened the door."I'm surprised indeed, alright." She gave me a lazy smile."Someone's out of a funk already?" She checked."Oh, you know me, I'm made of sterner stuff." I shrugged."That you are," she weakly chuckled."Your roommate is never here," I noted, looking wildly around the small room. As if half expecting her to jump out of the small closet, any second."Uh huh," Abby nodded. "I never even really know where she is myself. In fact, I rarely see her.""She's probably out with Chris," I waved a bit dismissively."Bri, you and I have been best friends for years. So, I most definitely know when you're fishing." She called me out. "Me? Why would I? Never!" I instantly averted my gaze."What? Are you jealous?" She grabbed my chin, until my eyes wandered in her direction."To be honest with you, I'm not even." I began. "If anything I'm slightly reliev

Before I left the hall, I was given something to think about yet again.Luca had assigned me the responsibility of thinking what rules one needed to keep in mind during a dance routine.I thought about it, pretty much the entire evening as I tossed and turned in my small bed.Trying really hard to tune out everything bad that had happened in the day.When I saw the time going for midnight, I knew that I was in for an all expenses paid for- insomnia sponsored night.And I was quite shocked to feel myself yearning for something. A connection even. One with the one person that I had no real relationship with. My mother. That's when I knew my day had gone that horribly for me to even long for her genuine presence in my life. Screw it, I thought as I jumped off the bed.For a few minutes, or what could have easily passed for hours- I sat, motionlessly in front of the computer.Reading, rereading and memorizing the last email from her. That I already knew by heart.For quite some time, I

As I stepped into the sidewalk the next morning, I ran into Marcus."Oh, good morning beautiful." He beamed."Good morning to you too, Marcus." I said and continued walking."Rushing to practice?" He asked, and I nodded.After taking a quick glance at my wrist watch, I realized that I had five more minutes to kill. But I didn't intend to kill them with Marcus.I was so excited. Partly about what had finally happened yesterday, and mostly about the prospect of getting to experience Luca as a dance instructor that day. Instead of the personal trainer that he had quickly become in the past week."How was the coffee?" He studiously watched me.I frowned slightly, at the unexpected question."It was alright," I shrugged then asked. "Why do you ask?""I don't know, Bri." He thoughtfully began and slowly leaned towards me. "Maybe because it was a special blend, one made to serve a specific purpose.""What purpose was that?" I tried to keep it cool, and act like I wasn't mad but merely curiou

As soon as we had finished our coffee; I saw it as my cue, to head to the changing room.The real work would soon be beginning, and the idea easily transported me to cloud nine.Luca was lazily looking at me, when I emerged."What is it?" I wildly glanced around and at myself, all the while wondering if something was wrong with me.Or if I had emerged from the changing room, in only my bra and panties.Because his eyes looked lazy and somewhat sleepy, but even to a clueless somebody like myself- it was very easy to see that a lot of passion lied behind them as well."Nothing," he sat in front of the mirror. Which was very unexpected of him, because he was too much of a slave driver to simply allow a few minutes to drift on by. Without any work being done."You can tell me," the words came out in a seductive whisper, that sounded foreign even in my own ears."Really?" He looked up at me, with both curiosity and fascination."Yes," I slightly nodded. And then I decided to take things f

I fell into bed, with a huge smile on my face that night. And was only pleased when my dreams featured the man, shortly after.Then I impatiently waited for my weekend to end, so that I could see him again.On Monday morning, official classes across campus were beginning. For me, a special case, not only that was the case.But a few adjustments were thrown into my timetable.Like the fact that I had training with Luca, before my normal classes began. The same had to happen after school too. At least until I got out of probation.As soon as I had gotten dressed, I happily hopped towards the dance hall."Good morning," I chirpily greeted."Someone's in a good mood," he noted with an infectious grin that I couldn't help but return."Of course I am!" I bounced around, then quickly disappeared into the changing room.As I emerged a few moments after, I found him standing in front of the mirror - a small frown forming on his forehead."What's wrong?" My tone was soft, as I asked."Nothi

I didn't have a plan in mind, when I turned my back on him."I asked you a question, young lady." Luca said and gave me a pointed look."I don't feel good," I shakily told him. Trying hard to fight the wave of dizziness that I was suddenly feeling.He rushed to my side, and brought his four fingers to my forehead. "You're not feverish," he muttered. "Come," he grabbed me by the hand and led me to an empty bench towards the end of the long hallway."Sit here, while I get you some water." He commanded.With no smart quips to throw at him, I only nodded and sat."Try not to be dragged away by the next boy who comes by," he yelled as he jogged away. Without once looking back.I had clearly disappointed him, that went without saying.And I could tell too, that he wasn't going to let the events of that night go that easily.Within what I believed to have been five minutes, he was back. With bottled water in his hand."Are you feel nauseous?" He asked. Concern audible in his tone, as he sa

Olivia’s P.OVA whole month passed of not seeing Dominic, or even hearing from him. I kept my ringer at the loudest its ever been, in anticipation of his calls. But none came. Which made me go through life, as grumpy as a grandpa. And not knowing exactly what to do about it. I was elated when his driver brought me home, after the first and only evening we spent together. I thought it meant the beginning of many similar occasions, but boy, was I wrong!“Are you okay?” Stacey, my modelling agent asked as I babied my water bottle after another mundane commercial photo shoot.“I’m sulking, aren’t I?” I knew she could tell, so I didn’t bother trying to throw her off.“Like, big time.” She chuckled. “Good thing you’re doing it after I’ve made money off of you,” she teased, referring to the successful shoot we had just had.“At least I can keep my sulking hobby up, and still be able to perfectly do my job.” I joked and she agreeingly laughed.“So, what seems to be bothering my little f

Dominic’s P.OV“It’s okay now, Robert.” I nervously said to my cook. “You did a sterling job, as his usual. But I think I can take it from here.”“Good luck on your date, boss.” He knowingly smiled at me and I shook my head.“What gives you the impression that this is all for a date?” I couldn’t help but ask. In my line of work, following up on the knowing hints that people drop unknowingly during conversations- is the kind of thing that keeps one alive.“I usually cater for you alone, or for business dinners with your colleagues, but never for you and one other person.” Robert shrugged and begun taking off his apron.“Mmh,” I softly grunted and tried to throw him off. I don’t know why, but I’ve always been the kind of person who didn’t like it when people sniffed their way- way closer to the truth. No matter how harmless that truth may be.“It could be a dinner for me and one other client,” I supplied and watched for his reaction.“A female client that you’re trying to perhaps

Olivia’s P.O.VWith the upcoming commercial shoot; for the agency I had just started working for, I wanted to look my best. Sure, the make up and designer clothes that are always hung on us as models, do the trick. But I always keep in shape and eat healthily too, to ensure that the package that I am in the art industry- stays marketable. With all of those done and out of the way, the one thing that was left for me to do was my hair.I had just moved to New York, a couple of months ago. And part of what I found exciting about the novelty of living in a new city, was the exploration of new things.Upon seeing a salon sign ahead while walking down a random street, I decided to push the door open to see what it had to offer me.“How many times did I tell you to lock the door, man?” One of the four man I had just walked in on, angrily yelled at another.My eyes travelled all over the place, despite my mind having a hard time comprehending what exactly was happening in front of me.Th