Novels by Raebel

Hey everyone, I'm sorry for not updating for so long, trust me, it's not my will to abandon this book. I was sick for a period of time, didn't believe in this book but Hey, God did. This is me saying that I'll be back, giving back to back updates. To my loyal readers, followers and those who voted, thank you so fucking much, you guys mean a lot to me!Please do comment also, I wanna see what you think about the book. Thank you!Oh yeah, before I forget. Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New year. I love y'all.

"Sophia! Soph?""Just need to peeeee!" I screamed. Getting into the ladies toilet, I tried to undo my dress which 'our' Ajax has forced me into. A modern day male version of Professor Umbridge. After series of trials and errors, I was freed of the monster of a cloth.Stepping outside, I collided with Cam. "Is he here?" I asked."Nope," he answered. Well, you asked for a fucking interview, and you're late for that fucking interview. What a homo sapien!"Parker asked me to check up on you," he said. Looking at me from head to toe, he continued "and as far as I can see you are not dead. Well, I've got something to do. Some of us aren't star girls... Or boys."Now, why was he giving me the Squidward vibe?"Do you want to be a star boy? We could switch roles and —""And have that Ajax guy hovering over me like a leech? Thank you very much but Cameron is happy with his life,even ifI tug at his elbow as he turned. "Don't go Cam...please." I ignore the twitching of his lips that was about to

What would you like to be when you grow up Sophia," he asked."I dunno. I love writing, maybe I would become a writer or a stone artist," I said, my eyes growing bigger with delight as I added a pebble to form a atone art in which a man and a woman were kissing."Harrumph. What's cool in playing with stones, anyways, I would like to be a name giver!" He said, triumphantly, raising his fist to the air."What's that?" I asked"What?""That""What's What?""Name giver""Oh, that.""Yeah.""You should know from the name. It is simply someone who gives names.""So you want to be a what is it now? Namegiver?""Yeah.""Alright, how does it works," I asked."Have you ever wondered why some things are given some names? Why Orange is named Orange and not something like 'bicycle or horse.'"No, I've never wondered that.""Awwn," he said, pressing his hand to his chest. "Cute little Sophia, you only know how to eat and inflate those fat cheeks of yours.""Justin!""What? Is it wrong to say that y

What do you do on a Saturday?I had been lying on the bed in my pajamas for twenty minutes straight, in my messy room. The zeal to do a clean-up wasn’t there. I scrolled through my Instagram page, checking my notifications, and I saw that Slade Rowan had requested to follow me. I clicked his name and went through his profile. After going through it, I rejected his request. Today was only Saturday, which means I had only one day to elope to Mars if I don’t want to face him on Monday.I followed Sam’s advice and I’ve been myself throughout last week and this week, now the moment of Truth is at hand. Can’t I sleep past Monday? I had wanted to call my brothers, but if I did so, they would probably…probably? No, they would abandon all they were doing. I need to talk to someone before I explode. I dialed Cam’s number.“Heyy”“Hey Soph, how’s it going?”“Everything is going well.”“Wow. That’s great.”“Yeah.”Silence.“Okay,” he said.“Okay,” I replied. Groaning, I switched off my phone. Thi

"You don't look so well, Xena.""I'm okay." Even the blind could at least sense that I was far from okay, but he shrugged, getting back to his crossword without even sparing a look at me. He has always been like this.I reminisced on the day that I met him, I had just been offered a job in a Wonderful company and Cameron had been my assistant. I remember his eyes that were full of pity as if they knew my past more than I do. When I brought up the topic of finding a therapist, Cam introduced me to his. An elderly man refuted the claim that he was growing old. A therapist who loved clubbing, disco dance shoes, and Micheal Jackson's hat, which is inarguably his favorite, as he even wears It while putting on his Lab Coat. Six months ago, I thought that he was the most fascinating man I've ever seen and six months later, he still is... Well, after the Son of the Devil."I'm ready to talk now, Sam," I sighed, biting my lips. Sam has a way of making me do things that I would never have done.

"Someone is following us," Cam said, looking at his rear mirror. I nodded and turned around, staring through the car window, looking at the street lights, and breathing in the nightly air. I wished that life was always like this; The sound of people hustling and bustling, the smell of fried meat, the atmosphere...everything was so wholesome."No, seriously, someone is following us," Jenny said, the toughness in her all gone, replaced with something like alarm and worry.I sighed, "Chill, it's only Frank.""How do you know?" she asked."Cause I know," I said, rolling my eyes. I knew the car as I knew the back of my palm, the driver has been my bodyguard for three months, three months of ecstasy and sorrow."Cam, can you move a little bit faster?""Our...looks like someone is in the mood for an adventure.""Drive Cam."***Why is my door open? Why are the lights on, and who the fuck Is in my apartment?! I reached for my purse, grabbing the pink laser. Whoever the burglar is, he should k