Novels by Eme

Alexander, Francisco and Victor were seated in a Alexander’s study. The three men looked so fresh one would not know they had just gone through a stressful period these past days.“What would you do now?” Alexander asked Francisco.“Well, something I should have done long ago. Probably put people to oversee some things so I can live the life I always wanted.”“What life if I may ask?” Alexander seemed curious.“Explore.” Francisco replied “I always wanted to travel round the world, go wine tasting, try new food, stuff like that. I actually have a bucket list”“No troubles?” Victor asked.“Not at all. No troubles.” Francisco responded, smiling.“Anyway, I would do the same if I was in your shoes” Victor said as he lifted his bottle of beer to his lip.“Maybe you can be” Francisco teased“How?” Victor seemed interested.“A change of name would do.” Francisco suggested.Victor turned to Alexander with raised brows like he was seeking validation.“Feel free. You are of no use to me…” Alexa

Kristine woke up feeling weak and having blurred vision. She laid back and shut her eyes for some time in an attempt to correct her vision. It turned out she had to stay that way much longer as it was a side effect from the medication she was given, unknown to her. As it wore off, she regained her sight and noticed she was in her room. She turned to her side and saw Camille bundled up in a chair just by her bed.She sat up at the side of her bed and stared at her friend who was fast asleep. Camille was probably exhausted from the stress of the recent event, so Kristine thought.Kristine could not recall how she ended up at home. The last thing she remembered was getting into the vehicle with Alexander and Victor. “Camille?”Camille did not respond. She was still fast asleep.Kristine exhaled. “Camille?” this time she was louder.Camille jerked and came awake. “You are up.” She said, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands.“Yeah.” Kristine smiled as Camille rushed to hug her.“How

Octavio ignored all the road signs as he drove furiously back to home, he did not even care about the cops who trailed him for over speeding although they turned back after they recognized his vehicle. He had just escaped with his life from a dangerous place and he needed his wrist tended to as soon as possible. It felt like his vein was severed as the bleeding was yet to stop even though he had strapped it with a piece of clothing.Octavio got to the gate and honked before it was opened. He did not even spend a second to curse at the men stationed there like he usually did whenever they made him wait as even for a second.He stopped in front of the house and hurriedly came off, strode straight to his bedroom without minding anyone or saying a word.Octavio quickly opened his safe and began taking out large wads of cash, his gun and a few passports. He stuffed everything in a little bag and made for his office where he took out his first aid kit and started tending to his wrist.When

“I love the nerves.” Octavio said at the top of his voice “You know, coming here like this.”Alexander approached him, hands in the air in a surrender pose and in one of his hands, he held a briefcase which supposedly contained the documents Octavio requested.Alexander stopped a few meters from Octavio. He knew the place was surrounded as he had seen a few men in strategic positions as he came in.“I presume my stuff are in that briefcase?”Alexander couldn’t place exactly, Octavio’s mood. If it was excitement or anxiety, he could not tell. “Its all in here.” He brought down his hands and tapped on the briefcase. “now where is she?”“Don’t be in a hurry yet. How am I to believe that briefcase holds exactly what I requested?” Octavio asked.“Mistrust.” Alexander noted.Octavio smiled “can’t help it” he opened his hands like he wanted to give a hug “I experienced it right here on this spot.”“And he was right not to trust you if my memory serves me right.” Alexander replied.“Yeah that’

“It feels weird you know, this request of his” Camille said as she bit into an apple she took out of the bowl on Alexander’s study table.“I feel same way about it like you do, but it’s a window we have to take. Especially with what is at stake.” Victor said.“You don’t get it.” Camille said “Why would he risk leaving the safety of his house, to come get something he obviously can’t keep?”Victor frowned at Camille’s question. It was one worth consideration because Octavio was a self conscious person who will never venture into anything that would put his life at risk. Moreover, it was the same warehouse location he set Octavio on his heels so he had serious doubts Octavio would show up except he had the place rigged. “Now I think about it, this is a bad idea.” Victor said.“A bad idea?” Francisco asked “which?”“This whole exchange thing with Octavio.” Victor answered.“We are moving on with it.” Francisco turned towards Alexander “yes?” he had this expectant look on his face.Alexand

“Someone get me Jeff immediately!” Octavio yelled at his men, who were obviously clueless as to where Jeff was. They knew his place in the city and have been there a number of times already, but he was not yet home. His neighbors last saw him three days ago, the same day Octavio saw him last.It was quite difficult for them to make any conclusion because none of them was aware of the cabin's existence. It used to be his refuge when things were a little bit clumsy, but now it was his grave.While he was still at it, the gate opened and a police vehicle drove in. It was Captain Harry’s vehicle. Octavio already had a number of encounters with him and so he could recognize him or his vehicle once within distance. The vehicle came to a stop and Captain Harry stepped out, along with two men who were casually dressed with police jackets.“To what do I owe this unpleasant visit?” Octavio meant to sound rude. Although he was right by addressing the visit as unpleasant because he had never up t

KELVIN“Come, my friend," Afro guy said. He was shouting. There was an accent in his voice I couldn’t place. It sounded Arabic but I couldn't be sure.My friend? I just shook hands with this guy less than a minute ago and he’s already calling me “My friend."“Sit, sit,” he said. “Have fun, enjoy the party."I nodded and took a seat. “Thank you.”“I see that you’re alone," he said. I nodded. “Do you come here often?” He said at the top of his voice.“No," I answered. “I club outside the state and only come here when I'm invited but I made an exception tonight.” I was also talking at the top of my voice. The music seemed the loudest where they sat.“I see my friend," he said. “Do you love strippers?” he spread out his arms and said, “I love strippers.”“I’m not a fan but I do enjoy the show," I answered.He smiled, leaned over and patted my left knee.“This club has the best strippers”, he said. “To be honest, it really isn’t hype. I have been to other strip clubs but I have never had a

SHOLAThe club was crammed full with people. It always is, regardless of the time or day.I was one of five girls seated at the table directly in front of the cage numbered ONE (1) where one of the numerous strippers danced. Mule and Tesoju threw money at her and screamed wildly at the tops of their voices whenever she pulled a strip stunt or brought her panties down to reveal her pubic hair which was shaved in a heart shape. She would crawl towards us but the cage kept us apart. The bars of the cage are wide enough to let money into the cage but thin enough to stop the strippers from coming out.I sat next to Mule who combed his afro incessantly. In our group, he was regarded as the most handsome. He possessed features that can only be bestowed upon one man by God himself: pink, slim lips, straight nose bridge, narrow nostrils, round large eyes, fleshy eye lids, bushy eye brows and trimmed lashes."I think a lost puppy just walked in," Mule said and smiled wryly.We looked at him. He

KELVINI usually don't come here without an invitation, but tonight I decided to make an exception. I sat in my black BMW SUV for what seemed like an eternity staring at the neon sign which flashed around the words, "THE HALL," at the entrance. I stepped out of my car and pushed the lock button on the remote absently as I left. I walked to the entrance and watched the tinted glass doors slowly slide aside, opening, as I approached. I got into the hall and the air held a stale smell of smoke and vanilla fragrance. There was a man at the entrance whose stature looked like he was carved from rock. He was dressed in all black, black t-shirt, a pair of black jean slacks and a pair of mean looking black jungle boots. His shirt could barely contain his well-defined muscles. He had a hard face surrounded by bushy beards and a bald head. He slowly sized me up. To another person he might have been considered scary but not to me. I’m taller than he is and we are similarly built, so his stares de