Novels by Olla George

HENLEYA month has passed and I am yet to get used to the fact that I never got the closure I needed before my father passed on. Why is Fate so cruel to me? Maybe Fate decided that there is no need for closure. First, taking my mother away from me and turning my world upside down then taking my Father. Fate, why so cruel?Thirty minutes into this conference and I am already antsy, eager to get the hell out of here and go nowhere in particular. Anywhere apart from here where there is peace and quiet and not people singing your praises because of your financial status. "We'd like to specially welcome the very young Mr Daniels," the host's voice, amplified by the loud speaker brought me back to the present as I met his eyes from across the hall, "thank you for coming," I waved at him as as a way of acknowledgement and everyone else present applauded before he went on to welcome the other dignitaries present. Pulling at my tie carefully so as not to leave it looking rough, I shift s

JASON Today has a feeling to it, there is this feeling in the atmosphere that signifies that something is amiss and the very dominant knowledge that he isn't coming back. There is a particular stillness and calm that is settling all around me which gives off an eerie feeling and makes me feel like I am being watched from behind. I know I'd definitely look and sound crazy if I told mother but it's not an easy feeling to shake off, though I have tried. It might be because all the hustle and bustle that came with Dad's death has finally ceased and is immediately followed by silence so still that even birds aren't chirping as they used to and the breeze is blowing so softly it can barely be felt. It's like the universe is trying to use its own way to tell on me. Suddenly feeling nervous, I unconsciously glance over my shoulder and then get up from the bed to walk to the window whose curtains are drawn shut leaving the room in semi darkness. I part the curtains a little and star

HENLEYThe incessant ringing of my phone succeeded in clearing sleep from my eyes and pissing me off. I thought ignoring the calls would make it cease but instead, someone is hell bent on interrupting my sleep.With a groan I turn over to check the time on the ornamental wall clock hanging on the wall far away from the bed. I only got two hours in before this rude awakening and two hours is not enough!I badly need proper sleep and waking up now will only ruin my mood for the day.My phone finally stops ringing and I heave a sigh of relief preparing to force myself back to sleep as there's a lot to do in the morning. As I close my eyelids, my phone begins to ring all over again drawing a loud groan of frustration from me.I might as well answer it.Without bothering to check who was calling me at such an ungodly hou

JASONI am not a murderer. I am not a murderer. I am not a murderer. A voice repeated over and over in my head as I created a hole in the rug with my fast paced steps as I paced the room. I wanted to leave the house and just get away from this place in case my fears were confirmed but somehow, I found myself back in my room with the door locked. I can't remember coming here or locking the door, like I was in a daze. A memory clearing daze.All I remember is Dad falling down the stairs like a heavy sack of potatoes and landing with a very dull, odd thud. Is that what it sounded like when one falls terribly?He fell down the stairs and I was the one who pushed him. "Fuck!" I shout and slap my palm across my right cheek harsh enough to sting but I don't feel any pain which only makes me more frustrated."Fuuck!!!" I shouted at the top of my voice, pulling at my hair till stars began to pop out behind my eyes and the stinging pain coupled with the furious stomping of my foot helped to

JASON"I'm calm, I'm calm," I say again and again while pacing my room. My fingers clench into fists and unclench immediately, repeatedly as I give a sharp turn around the end of my bed. Dad is back from the hospital and now is the chance to properly have a talk with him about this whole shitstorm he helped to create. And that's if he's willing to talk. He'd better be willing because Henley is not going to be the only one that gets his attention. "Mr Daniels?" The stand by nurse whom I asked to inform me when Dad wakes up from his drug induced nap raps softly on the slightly open door leading to my room. "Yes?" I ask. "He's awake sir," she says.I dismiss her with a nod. Taking a deep breath, I rub my palms over my face repeatedly as I prepare myself for a conversation that will likely end with voices raised. Something I'm going to do my very best to prevent. Only if Dad is willing. "He doesn't have a choice actually," I say out loud. Not after taking what belongs to me and g

HENLEYNo matter what I have done or said or even tried to do, nothing seems to be enough to calm her down or make her happy. Hearing her sound so broken and devastated over the phone as she politely asked me to come over was one of the worst moments of my life. Looking down at her as she sobbed quietly, there's nothing I wouldn't do to stop her tears and ease her sorrows. I'd go to the end of the fucking world for her, she just doesn't know the extent of my love for her. "Sweet Karen," I called softly and gently held her shaking shoulders as she buried her head in my neck and cried. Running my hand slowly up and down her back, I coo to her softly, whispering sweet words to her to calm her down. "I can't believe that after everything we went through together they chose to believe him. Of all people, they chose him over their own daughter," she said, her voice hoarse from crying. "It's really disappointing, I agree. They had no right to cut you off like that. Anyone can see that