Novels by Mokhethea

ANUSHKA'S POV "Harp!"Dominique said, the shocked expression she had on her face long gone and replaced by an amused stare. Huh? "Let's go back to the villa Anushka"McKenzie said, flipping her off as she grabbed my wrist and started walking us away "Oh come on Harpreet, are you still mad?" "Don't fucking call me that!"McKenzie growled as she stopped walking and turned back to Dominique. "Why? Isn't that your name?"There was some level of smugness in her tone as she spoke "I swear to god Dominique"Danelle said warningly as she glared death at the other woman"Say one more word and see what happens" There was so much hostility radiating off of McKenzie directed to this Dominique woman and I couldn't help it but wonder who was she and what was the story between her and Danelle. Because, clearly there was something going on and Danelle didn't seem to like her very much either. Despite the warning McKenzie just issued out to her, Dominique didn't seem to be fazed at all

ANUSHKA'S POV Four weeks later... My life was good. Marriage felt amazing. Honeymoon was great. For the entire twenty six years of my life, this was the happiest I had ever been. If someone told me five years ago that I would be touring the world and enjoying the comfort of a twenty-million euros luxury villa, I would have laughed in their face. But it was happening and it still felt like a dream no matter how many times I pinched myself. It was simply so hard to believe. I was sitting on the sun lounger outside by the pool, enjoying the sweetness of grapes in my mouth and the morning rays of sunshine warming down on my skin when my phone started ringing besides me. I reached for it and saw that it was my younger brother calling. For this past weeks ,we have been calling each other constantly as Amaar insisted on being kept updated on every stop we made on this honeymoon tour McKenzie and I had going on. In four weeks we had already went to London, Paris, Monaco, Venice and

DANELLE'S POV For the time I have known Vijay, I had never seen him so emotional like he was as he held her little baby girl in his arms. Thirty minutes ago, he welcomed his first child and man, you could see all sorts of emotions going through him. His eyes held tears but the wide smile on his face showed a man who was over the moon. Same applied to his wife. Well her though ,she couldn't even hold back her tears. After a little while of them embracing their baby together, they handed the little one to her grandparents. From what I knew, the Khans were very big on the idea of having as many grandchildren as they could. They liked having large families. So the birth of a child in the family meant a great deal to them. That was why sometimes I could not necessary blame my mother for wanting a grandchild from me so badly. I was the first child and it was traditionally on me to keep the family name going. But I failed, not once but twice to fulfill her wish and now as I saw the longi

ANUSHKA'S POV Two days had quickly passed by since I came back home from McKenzie's house. Three days. That was how long I had to stay at my father's house for the last time before I had to go back to my new home, permanently. And as much as I was happy to be married but I wished I had just a little more than that to stay. It saddened me to know that the next time I went to my father's house I would be just like a guest. A mere visitor. It sucked but there was nothing I could do about it. I chose to be somebody's wife after all. The whole two days was spent with my family; my father, both my brothers, my sister-in-law, my little nephew and niece ,uncle Dusan and aunt Pragya as we bonded and created new memories together. The first night I arrived, we ate dinner together at the terrace. Both my aunt and sister-in-law had cooked all my favourite dishes. The following day ,it was raining so we just sat inside the house as we reminisced about a lot of things. My mother for instance a

ANUSHKA'S POV I was too focused on the coconut chutney that I was making that I didn't realize that I was no longer alone in the kitchen until I suddenly felt all too familiar arms wrapping around my body from behind. "Good morning Mrs McKenzie"Danelle said, burying her face in my neck as she practically breathed me in "Hey, you are finally awake?"I giggled ,leaning back into her more. Enjoying the warmth and the feel of her strong body pressed flatly against my own. Danelle only hummed, pressing herself even more into me and holding me in a tight embrace. "Why did you leave the bed?"She murmured against my neck, her lips gracing my skin delicately I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of her soft lips"To make breakfast" "We have people who cook here baby"McKenzie said, pushing her face off my neck to look down at me"You didn't have to do all of this you know" I nodded, smiling at her"I know but I wanted to and besides, it's one of the custom that I still needed to do as

DANELLE'S POV Minutes past by as I stood outside my bedroom door, my fingers fidgeting with the door knob. For some reason ,I was so nervous to enter my room. I knew Anushka was in there, waiting for me but I was hesitant to go inside and face her. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest and my palms sweaty despite the fact that it was actually night time. I couldn't understand why the hell I was nervous for? I knew Anushka for God's sake. She was my girlfriend and we had been together for almost a year. I saw and spent time with her almost every day so I didn't know why the heck was I being so weird? This was so ridiculous. Did people get nervous after actually getting married? Well...I guess I wouldn't know that because in all honestly , I just never cared before now. Yes, I was a bit nervous earlier before the ceremony but not like I was at the moment. To me, it felt like everything was going to be different now that Anushka was my wife. Her being my girlfriend was one th

STEPHEN'S POVIt was a struggle to escape from the table with that huge tent in my pants but I managed to sneak away hopefully without anybody noticing it. I hurriedly ascended up the golden staircase to the second floor and then took right, heading towards Catherine's bedroom. Once I reached at her door, I slowly turned the knob and opened it before pushing myself inside. Catherine was sitting on the edge of the bed , one leg crossed over the other. The one on top was peeking through the slit of her glistening black & gold gown dress that she was wearing and I licked my lips as my eyes trailed down the long and sexy leg. Catherine was a very sexy woman. She was tall and had right amount of curves in all right places. Her pretty face was that one that could make every man lose focus and heck don't get me started about the big D-cups that she carried on her chest. Probably the first thing that attracted me to her. I was a sucker for fat boobs and there were without a question my bigge

STEPHEN'S POVI was getting ready in my room for my welcome party that was going to be held at the palace in about an hour, when Lorrine budged in my room unannounced and without so much of a knock on the door This was my fucking room for god's sake. But of course my twin sister didn't care about that obviously. In fact she never cared about anything whatsoever. Her combat boots clicked stubbornly on the tiles as she made her way towards me. I was standing in front of the full-body mirror whilst buttoning up my shirt. I saw through the reflection of the mirror as Lorrine took a stand about few centimeters away from behind me , her hands staffed inside her spiked black leather jacket . Her face remained stoic and emotionless as usual. Lorrine was those Alpha female type of women. She had this dominant aura surrounding her and her tall height ,dark tattoos and menacing , cold grey eyes made her look even more intimidating. She literally looked like someone you shouldn't mess with if y

The busy streets of Silléaco were packed, the traffic was insane. Yellow taxis were going up and down the road and there was a sea of people going in every direction. We were literally running and dodging in between them as we hurried towards Simón's art theatre. We were supposed to clean the place and arrange everything before his show in about three hours. That was why Mattie asked Denise to go with us because the place was huge and we obviously needed an extra hand to get things done quickly. Simón was standing impatiently at the entrance of the theatre when we arrived and he didn't look very impressed."You are late!" Those were his first words as we stood in front of him"Sorry Simón, the bus came bit late than usual and---"Mattie started to explained to him but was cut off rudely by the man "And is that my problem?"The man uttered irritatingly, his eyes moving between the three of us"Look Matilda ,I gave you this job because you begged for it. I could have given it to more prof

It was morning ,I could tell by the rays of sunlight that were peaking through the holes of my blanket. I didn't want to wake up. I hated mornings so much because they were those part of a new day that reminded you about your problems, hardships and pain ,literally everything you wouldn't want to think about. Whereas at night, you go to sleep and forget about all those damn things. But morning comes along and everything comes rushing back in your mind again. You are reminded of the bills that needs to be paid , your kid's school fees or a boyfriend that dumped you or your sick parent, final-exams stress ,it could be a lot. But those were probably other people's problems becauses for me, my biggest problems were always what I was going to eat the next day when it shines bright in the morning or where I was going to hide my poor self when winter laid its wrath upon earth. It devastated me so much but when you grew up all alone , fending for yourself , you learned to survive and that was