Novels by nasara_neilehj

Rem's Point of View "Hey, how are you?" I asked on the phone. After an hour, it completely recharged my phone's battery. I didn't waste any time and dialed Celes' number immediately; she picked up the phone immediately, so I'm talking to her now. She remarked, "It's fine, I guess. It's just dull because you're not there," It took everything I had not to grin at what she said. My chest is hard, and I can't stop the pounding in my heart. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before attempting to speak. Don't jump to conclusions, Len. It's dull because no one is cracking stupid jokes, and all of our other buddies are preoccupied, so there's no gimmick going on. I laughed as I said, "Stop making excuses, Celes. I know you like me." She didn't say a word but managed to fake a laugh, like a piece of music playing in my head. Right now, I'm humming to myself while I lie in bed. I am lying on my side with the phone placed over my ear. I waited with my arms crossed for her to say som

Rem's Point of View Earlier, I saw her give a smirk, and once I saw it, my thoughts informed me that I ought to be relieved knowing that the tornado would not reach us. I thought this because I knew it meant that the tornado would not get us. She was sitting and leaning on the window at the same time. The young lady sat there in seclusion, knees bent, sipping her coffee silently. You can tell she is looking out the window even though a gray hooded jacket is covering her eyes because of the way she is sitting. The only visible part of her skin is the white skin on her palm because the hoodie conceals every other aspect of her body. I leave the common area and head to my room. I will obtain the card that we will use for the game. Because it was a gift from another person, I never left home without it. Someone significant to me whom I no longer see. I had to check my bag. It was in the back right-hand corner of the pack. I pull it from it and return to the main living area. I said, "O

The student's advisor yelled angrily at her colleague, "How can this be happening? You're supposed to know the weather forecast," with her voice echoing around the room. Now, the students are scared. This was the first time they had seen their teacher become angry, and they had not anticipated extending their stay. Everyone quiets down and stops speaking. The co-teacher is unable to speak. He was rendered speechless, and his gaze fell to the ground. Even though his hands were trembling, he could not stop them by putting the object in his pocket. The quiet is interrupted by a piercing scream. A young woman stands in front of the glass, her eyes wide with fear and her mouth covered with both hands. They thought the heavy rain was just an unexpected storm that hadn't been predicted. They came from several universities and were stranded at one rest stop due to an emergency climate warning. Everyone turned to face the window. Students and professors both had panic written all over thei

We all thought that after meeting someone who would cherish us, love us, respect us, and protect us, it'd all have a happy ending, but I learned that sometimes people come into our lives to teach us valuable lessons and help us grow, even if they are not meant to stay forever.I was sitting on the edge of my bed, absentmindedly tracing the patterns on my quilt. The room was so quiet that I could hear the distant hum of traffic outside my window. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sharp ring of my phone. Glancing at the screen, I saw my attorney's name. My heart skipped a beat as I answered."Friah," his voice came through the line, heavy with gravity. "I have some news. Drenver has been found guilty of murder. The jury has sentenced him to life in prison for the murder of Julia."I felt like I couldn't breathe. Even though I'd been bracing myself for this moment, the reality of it hit me like a tidal wave. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"I take Maxine Marviz to be my daughter." His eyes were filled with tears as he looked at her. He slowly turned to me.Our world was finally at peace. I was standing here in front of him, trying not to ruin my makeup behind this facade of calmness. His words were a balm to my soul, bringing closure to years of uncertainty and fear."As I finally marry her mother, who captured my heart through the years—the woman who makes me go crazy, loves me, and changes me to be a better person—together, we will create a new chapter in our lives filled with love, happiness, and unity. Our family is now complete with Maxine as our daughter, bound by love and commitment." His voice cracked with emotion as he reached out to hold my hand. As I looked into his eyes, I knew that all of the challenges we had faced together had led us to this moment of pure happiness and love.With tears in my eyes, I whispered, "I love you," and felt his grip on my hand tighten, solidifying our bond forever."Thank you fo

"I want my daughter back, Friah," Drenver said with a determined edge to his voice, his eyes flickering with mixed emotions. We were alone in the kitchen. I told Trence I could talk and face Drenver because I knew he was just in the house if something happened. "Whose daughter are you talking about?" I asked without leaving his stare. "You have no daughter here." Drenver was leaning on the sink. "I know you already know what I'm talking about. Trence was not the father of Maxine," he said. He slowly walked towards me. I stepped back as he went near me. "I am," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "And I'll do whatever it takes to get her.""No, I would never let you take her away from us," I said firmly, my heart racing with fear and anger. Drenver's eyes darkened as he reached out to grab me, but I quickly dodged his touch. "Get out of my house," I firmly said. Drenver's face twisted into a sinister grin as he backed away, his eyes never leaving mine. "You can try to stop me,

Days went by, and the doctors told me that I could already be discharged from the hospital. I was relieved to finally be able to go home and see my daughter, whom I missed dearly during my time in the hospital. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms and make up for lost time."Are you sure you are okay already?" Trence asked concern etched on his face. I assured him that I was feeling much better and couldn't wait to get back to our normal routine with our daughter by our side.I nodded. He guided me towards the wheelchair. Trence wheeled me out of the room; the tension in the air was palpable, overshadowing the relief of finally leaving the hospital. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the urgent call from the doctor, the words "code red" sending a shiver down my spine. They were running towards the ICU.I exchanged a worried glance with Trence, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on both of us. Could it be? Julia? The thought sent a wave of mixed emotions crashing over me.

I'm holding my son's hand while we are walking the path filled with roses. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the vibrant flowers. I couldn't help but smile as I watched my son's eyes light up with wonder at the beauty surrounding us. The sweet scent of the roses filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere as we strolled together. At that moment, I felt grateful for this simple yet precious moment with my son."'Mommy, it's time," Max said. "Maxine was waiting for you." I knelt to hug my son, feeling a mix of pride and sadness as he prepared to let go of my hand. With a bittersweet smile, I whispered, "I love you, Max.""I love you, Mom," he whispered back.He let go of me and started running away from me. As I watched him go, all I could think was that he would run like that with Maxine by his side. He left me in the middle of the field. I stood there, not knowing where to go next, feeling a sense of emptiness. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow o

"I already talked to the security. He can't go near you again." Trence said. He laid me down on the bed, leaning on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my back—steady and reassuring. Trence gently ran his fingers through my hair, soothing me with his touch. I closed my eyes, feeling safe and protected in his arms."He said something," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Trence paused, his fingers stilling in my hair as he waited for me to continue. "He said that he was Maxine's father."Trence's grip on my waist slightly tightened, his expression turning serious. "Maxine's father?" he repeated, his voice laced with concern. I nodded."We never did it, even when we were in a relationship. I don't know how this could have happened." Trence pulled me closer, his embrace providing comfort and support."Should I believe him?" I could feel his heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that reassured me. "I don't know," Trence finally said, his voice soft but firm."Maybe he's

"It's fucking different, Mollie. It's my child we were talking about," he retorted, his eyes flashing with hurt and frustration."My child would not be sick if you hadn't been such a selfish mother," he added.The tension in the car was palpable, thick with unspoken resentment and unresolved emotions. I could feel Sean's eyes burning into me, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.I felt something boiling inside my body. My ears perked up at what he said. My palm, which I had been preventing from landing on his face, when I saw him caring for Aoife earlier, like he did not abandon us, hit him."Your child?" I looked at him and tried not to smirk at what he just said. "Last time I checked, you weren't even there when she was born," I pointed out, my tone dripping with sarcasm."You have no right to slap me in the face with your words on how I should be raising my child," I continued, my anger bubbling to the surface. "You may have helped create her, but you certainly hav

Sean didn't listen to me; he gently stroked Aoife's hair. She was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the tension in the room. My heart raced as I waited for his response."I know that she's mine." The room fell silent as Sean's words hung in the air. The truth was finally revealed. I watched as Sean's expression softened, his gaze meeting mine with a hint of regret."I felt it." Sean's eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions, but I couldn't bring myself to look away.Aoife woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she stirred from her sleep. She looked up and saw Sean, her father, standing beside her."Mommy?" she whispered, confusion evident in her voice. "Who's this?" she asked.Sean sat down beside her, his voice gentle as he explained, "I'm your daddy, Aoife." Aoife's eyes widened in realization, a smile spreading across her face as she reached out to him."Mommy, you bring Daddy to me?" she turned to me with a hopeful look in her eyes.I was about to say no when Sean interrupted, "Ye

"Who's that bitch?" a heavy stilleto clacked against the floor. I was about to stand up when Sean held me and made me hide under the table. I could hear the anger in her voice as she demanded to know who was there. Sean's grip on my arm tightened, silently urging me to stay hidden until she left the room.It's Lilia."What are you doing here, Hon?" Sean asked in a calm voice, trying to distract her from discovering my presence. He stood up and looked toward where Lilia was."I know you had your woman in here," she said accusingly, her voice filled with venom. Sean remained composed, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further. "Lilia, there's no one here but me," he replied firmly, attempting to protect me from her wrath."You did not go home last night. I'm sure you slept in her house.""I slept in one of my condos; you know that I can't stay in the house with you when you have that dirty mind," Sean said."You don't have another woman?" Lilia's voice quivered with hu

"How's my sweetheart?" I asked Aoife while she was eating her favorite cereal. She looked up from her bowl with a big smile and said, "I'm doing great! I slept through the night and have been in such a good mood today." "I'm glad you did not have any nightmares," I said. While I fixed her clothes in the hospital cabinet, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. Aoife quickly finished her cereal and ran to open it, eager to see who was visiting. "Careful, sweetheart!" I called out as she rushed to the door, not wanting her to trip over anything in her excitement. "Let's see who's here to visit you," I said, following behind her with a smile. "Auntie Lilia!" Aoife exclaimed as she saw her aunt standing in the doorway, holding a bouquet. "I brought you these to brighten up your room," Lilia said with a warm smile, making Aoife's face light up even more. "What's brought you here?" I asked, curious about the unexpected visit. "I just want to see these precious little girls,"

Sean pushed me back onto the couch. A sense of helplessness washed over me, the weight of his body pressing down on mine as his lips trailed kisses along my neck."Sean, please," I whispered, my voice tinged with desperation as I tried to push him away once more. "You need to stop."But he seemed oblivious to my pleas, his hands roaming over my body with an urgency born of desperation, seeking solace in the familiarity of our shared passion."Sean, listen to me," I urged, my voice growing more insistent as I struggled beneath him. "You need to go home. You need to sort things out with Lilia."He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of confusion and pain. "I can't," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I can't face her, Mollie. Not after what happened.""You're the one I love, Mollie.""But why did you ruin my trust?"My heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice, the depth of his pain mirrored in my own. But even as I long

I forced a tight-lipped smile in response to Emmanuel's casual remark, the warmth in his tone feeling like a cruel mockery of the turmoil churning inside me. "Yeah, sure," I managed to reply, my voice strained with a mixture of resentment and pain. "Catch up soon."Emmanuel walked away, his steps echoing in the hollow space left by our unresolved past. I felt the weight of all those buried memories crashing down on me once again."Sean, listen to me, please." I'm begging him in his office,"Why are you here? Do you want some money?" Sean's eyebrows were shot as he got some cash from his wallet and threw it all over my face.Tears welled up in my eyes as I wiped the cash from my face, the sting of Sean's words cutting deeper than any physical pain."Sean, please, just listen to me," I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation. "I know what you saw, but it wasn't what it seemed. Emmanuel -"Sean cut me off with a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with anger. "Emmanuel? What's your excu