Novels by Clara P Barnabas

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"Delcan gazed at Chantelle, taking in every detail of her appearance. "You're stunning," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen you look more beautiful." Chantelle blushed even more deeply, and she looked away. Delcan could see that she was nervous, and he wanted to put her at ease. "You don't have to be shy," he said. "You're amazing." Chantelle smiled and looked back at him, her eyes shining. "Thank you," she said. "I'm just not used to this, you know?" Delcan nodded. " "I know

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she ba

Delcan POVAs I excused myself to make call. I immediately called the police and told them to make Chantelle Uncle rot in jail. I knew he was wicked to her but not raping her. I went back and hugged her.I knew that Chantelle still had a long road ahead of her, but I was committed to being there for her every step of the way. We sat there for a while, talking and sharing our thoughts and feelings. It was clear that we had formed a bond of trust and understanding, and I felt privileged to be the one she could confide in. I knew that I would do everything in my power to help her heal and move forward with her life.Chantelle and I continued to spend time together, talking and supporting each other. As our friendship grew, I found myself feeling a deeper connection to her than I had ever felt before. I wasn't sure if it was just friendship, or something more. But whatever it was, I knew that I wanted to be there for her, through thick and thin. I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened. I stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I tried to relax, but my mind kept racing. I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. I felt so overwhelmed and confused. I wasn't sure what to do next. I just wanted to feel safe and secure again. But how could I, after everything that had happened? Suddenly, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, and I sank to the floor of the shower. I just sat there, trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes, I gathered m

Chantelle POV As Delcan asked me what was wrong, I tried to stay strong, but the emotions welled up inside me and I felt the tears begin to fall. I turned away, not wanting him to see me cry, but it was too late. He reached out to me, but I pulled away. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. "I just need to be alone." I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, speechless. I hurried home, my heart pounding. As I approached the door, I could hear my uncle's angry voice. My uncle's voice calling out, "Where have you been? You weren't supposed to go out!" He sounded angry, and I knew I was in trouble. I braced myself as I opened the door, but what I saw next left me frozen in shock. A police officer was standing there, and my uncle was being handcuffed. "You're under arrest," the officer said. "You have the right to remain silent..." My uncle's eyes met mine, and I could see the fear in them. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew my life was about to change forever. My

Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited, but I couldn't help it. I could already feel my heart racing at the thought of seeing him again. I tried to focus on the present moment, but my mind kept drifting back to Friday. The days leading up to Friday were a blur. I went to work, did my chores, and tried to stay focused on the present. B