Novels by Ninzy Young

Today was the day that Michael was finally discharged from the hospital. Actually, he was able to go home yesterday, but Payton insisted that he should be hospitalized for at least one more day to make sure that everything is fine. "Sir, we've already arrived." Payton said as he opened the car door for him. "Thanks, Payton," he replied, smiling at Payton. When Michael opened the door to his mansion, he saw that the servants had gathered to greet him. "Welcome home, master," they said in unison. Michael only replied to them with a smile and occasional thanks. "Ah, it feels good to be home," he thought. But then, as he was about to walk to his room, the sound of a wheelchair squeaking was heard, along with a sound he had started to forget. "Michael!" calls Gwen. "Tsk, when I was about to get my peace," thought Michael while rolling his eyes. "What?" hissed Michael without intending to turn around. Soon enough, Gwen was in front of him. There was a clear line of worry on her be

Emma ran quickly as soon as she was out of the room. "Oh no, I'm so dead! I'm so dead! Alex will surely kill me for going out without his permission. Oh, please don't arrive yet!" Emma thought frantically. She was so panicked that she accidentally bumped into some of the nurses passing by and could only mutter "sorry." Alex was already sitting in one of the lounge chairs when she arrived. From his face, you can tell that he doesn't look so happy. "Oh no, I'm completely screwed!" she thought frantically, but still chose to approach him. Alex, who was aware of Emma's presence, immediately made eye contact with her. "Where have you been? I thought I already told you to wait for me in this lounge. Don't you know how worried I was?" Alex spoke in a harsh tone as he glared at her. "I'm sorry, it's just that I needed to go to the bathroom so badly, I didn't expect to go this long," lied Emma while lowering her head, not daring to look at Alex. Alex, who realized that his girlfriend was

Michael lay quietly in his hospital bed, listening to his butler and doctor talk. He had been conscious all along but chose to close his eyes because he didn't want to hear the long lecture from the two of them. "Why hasn't he woken up, doctor?" asked Payton while looking at his master, who was lying weakly on the hospital bed. "That's strange; he should have woken up by now. Let's just wait a little longer." Another voice that he was sure was his doctor's, Alex San Genis, said in a calming tone. "He won't go back to that state, right? What should we do if that happens, doctor? Do we need a new treatment, bla bla bla" Payton asked again, and this time he gave a barrage of questions. 'Aish, old man, you're worrying too much! Instead of thinking about unimportant things, why don't you just try to find a mate? You're old, you know,' Michael thought, feeling annoyed at Payton's attitude, which he considered excessive. "Hmm... for now, I don't think he will be back in that state. Bu

It's already been an hour since Michael stood in front of the glass cabinet. He couldn't stop his tears from falling as he looked at the photo in the cupboard. It was a picture of a young woman, smiling happily while hugging a teddy bear. With shaky hands, he rubbed the glass cabinet gently and spoke in a soft voice. "Diana, I'm back." Silence! It was the only thing that greeted him, leaving Michael unable to do anything but sigh heavily. 'Of course, what answer could I expect from a deceased person other than silence?' Michael thought as he chuckled, laughing at his foolishness. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the glass cabinet. Michael carefully put the rose bouquet that he had been holding next to the photo. He smiled when he was done. A memory flashed in his head. "Hey Michael, look at that couple! Isn't that guy romantic? He gave a bouquet of roses to his girlfriend!" Diana said as she rested her head on Michael's shoulder. "Haish! That's impractical! Instead

"DIANA!" Michael was jolted awake from his sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. He just had a nightmare. His hands gripped the covers tightly, trying to steady himself. Minutes passed, but he did not calm down. In fact, it's only gotten worse since now, his breathing started to become irregular. With trembling hands, Michael tried to reach for the small bottle that read "Panic" on the nightstand beside his bed. After taking the medicine, he closes his eyes as he tries to take a deep breath. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. Michael repeated the breathing exercise until he calmed down. After his breathing calmed down, Michael lay back down on his bed slowly. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks as he recalled his nightmare. "It's already been 10 years since you were left, but why can't I forget you?" Michael asked himself, a small sob escaping his lips. Yes, it's already been 10 years since Diana's death, and since then, Michael has always lived in regret. After being

Diana smiled very broadly as she came out of the accessories store. 'Michael would absolutely love it!' thought Diana as she looked at the small package in her hand. Today was their third anniversary, so Diana was thinking about buying him a present. Michael and Diana had been in a relationship since high school. Their dream was to get married after graduating from school, but unfortunately this was not approved by Michael's family because Diana was not from a wealthy one. They also plan to set Michael up with the daughter of the owner of the Ferguson Company, whose owner is a friend of Michael's parents. So when they graduated, Diana and Michael decided to run away to the big city and live together. 'Well, Michael sure takes very good care of me, even though our lives are far from luxurious. He's my man, after all!' Diana reflects as she grins wildly before frowning. Lately, their relationship seems to be strained. Michael rarely spoke to her. He also always came home late. Wh