Novels by H.B.R

The shrill sound of the whistle pierced through the air, signaling the beginning of the team's training session. All but one of the student soccer players were out on the field, preparing for a friendly football match against a neighboring town's High School the following day. All eyes were on Chris, who had stepped up to fill the void left by Zikki, the star football player who was now relegated to the bench. The team was divided into two, one side donning their P.E gear while the other donned red vests. But the coach, ever the beacon of encouragement, stood apart, cheering both sides with equal fervor. "Good!" he exclaimed as a team scored or did well. "Good save... Defend!... Goal!!" Zikki's mind wandered back to the last game he had played, the memories still fresh in his mind despite the time that had passed. His injuries had left him shaken and uncertain, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had betrayed his pain in some way, leading Chris to launch his malicious attack. Each

Miranda's eyes snapped open like a corpse reanimated by some dark magic. She sat up in bed, wiping the sweat from her brow. Three days had passed since the terrifying incident in the woods, but her dreams refused to let it go.The curtains were drawn, their edges allowing slivers of sunlight to filter in, hinting at the morning outside. Miranda had never bothered with the curtains before; their remoteness from prying eyes rendering them unnecessary. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone could be watching her.Rubbing her bleary eyes, she waited for them to adjust to the dim light. But then, without rising from her bed, she flicked her wrist and the curtains slid apart, allowing the daylight to pour in. And there, sitting in a chair at the far end of the room, was Michael."Jesus," Miranda gasped, her hand clutched to her chest. "Michael, what are you doing in my room?"“You've been tossing and turning all night. Looked like you've been struggling in your sleep again."Mi

In the twilight hours, when the sun was but a fading ember in the sky, the students of the school would gather for their final activity of the day: sport. Some would sweat and strain on the field, while others pursued more esoteric interests in the school's non-physical clubs. There were those who sought the supernatural, the musicians who made melodies, and the journalists who hunted for truth.Though extra-curricular activities were not mandatory, those who wished to attend a reputable university knew that they must excel in every aspect of their education. Miranda, however, found herself alone in the bleachers overlooking the football field. She was not a member of any club, and she should have been at her uncle's café half an hour ago. But instead, she pulled out a book of spells from her bag and began to read.The book was small enough to fit in her pocket, but its contents were vast and ancient. While her classmates learned the arts of other crafts, Miranda preferred to delve in

The bell was about to ring, signaling the end of the class, when Mr. Sam made an announcement. "I'm sure you've all heard by now that we have a new principal," he said. Some of the students, particularly the girls, couldn't help but smile in excitement. They tried to keep their reactions in check, not wanting to draw the attention of their crazy math teacher. Instead, they exchanged knowing glances with each other.Zikki's eyes wandered over to Miranda's table. Unlike the other girls, she didn't seem the least bit thrilled. But that was typical of Miranda. She was never one to follow the crowd. Zikki couldn't help but admire her for that.Sensing that someone was watching their table, Chandler turned to meet Zikki's gaze. The boys quickly averted their gaze when they realized they had been holding it longer than it was socially acceptable.Avatar Sam's high pitched voice echoed through the classroom. "When you hear the bell, I expect everyone to be out of this classroom. Is that clear

In The class. Miranda hesitantly stepped into the noisy classroom, but as soon as her classmates saw her, the room fell silent. The weight of their stares felt like a physical pressure on her, and for the first time, she felt exposed and vulnerable. It was a feeling she wouldn't have noticed if Taylor, her friend, were still by her side. The classroom was almost at maximum capacity, with only two empty tables available at the back - one by the window. Miranda headed for the table by the window, hoping that being able to gaze outside would provide some much-needed mental relief when the class became too much to bear. As she pulled out her chair and sat down, Miranda took a moment observing how everyone was engaged in conversations with each other. Faith Abel's voice rang out, her laughter echoing across the room as she talked with her seatmate and friend, Lady P. Miranda couldn't help but stare, feeling envious as she watched the popular girls effortlessly socializing. When Faith c

Ashgrove High is the oldest school in town. Its exteriors gave out a mystery and foreboding vibe that no matter the paint used to beautify it the building still maintains its eerie aura. Some students believe that the school is hunted and even created a club in other to prove it. But some have learned to embrace its spooky appearance and Mysterious past. Before the summer break, all students were looking forward to enjoying the long vacation away from the school premises. But now the atmosphere is different the students are happy to be back. Happy to see some of their schoolmates who travelled out of town for the holiday. Some were even happy to be back because of how boring they were at home throughout the holiday. But this happiness doesn’t always last. I give it a week or two their excitement will be replaced with dread. The school bus parked at the end of the parking lot offloading its passengers. Miranda was the last to get off the bus. Her clothes and hair were dried like i