Novels by Shalom Makinde

ALDER I wait a few minutes then follow after her to the room that started it all..The room I forced her to marry me in.. My wife has changed out of her reception dress into a purple satin nightgown and her hair is packed into a ponytail…Her gown is fitted at the bust and free from the waist down..The gown reveals half of her boobs and her nipples pucker against the satin material.Desire and lust builds within me as I run my gaze over her porcelain skin. She goes still upon seeing me,her face turning a deep shade of crimson “What are you doing here?” “I am your husband I have every right to be here”I reply trying to sound unaffected by the erotic sight before me Her throat works up in a swallow as I take slow and measured steps towards her “S..stay back,don't come any closer”she picks up a pillow and attempts to use it as a barrier between us but I yank it out of her hand and fling it across the room “Why should I? Newlyweds are suppose to consummate their marriage on thei

ALDER “The world is your playground” I live by this saying. To me, the world is nothing more than a chessboard, and everyone in it—just pieces waiting to be moved. Each step is calculated, every person a pawn that I can maneuver carefully and strategically, knowing that in the end, there can only be one winner. And that winner is always me. Being on the street for two years shaped me into the man I am today..I don't need permission and I don't make apologies. Just like a master chess player,I know precisely when to strike Enriqué made a big mistake by thinking he could destroy my family and walk away without any consequences. I made it my life's mission to make him pay for every single ounce of pain he made 10 year old me feel it turned out to be more difficult than I thought. Enriqué is a very clever man,he was always two steps ahead and managed to slip out of my grasp every fucking time.He made sure to keeps his family and personal life away from the public eye and tha

FIORA Before I can say anything,loud footsteps approach us.My head whips up to stare at the devil still dressed in a grey suit and louboutin shoes. Darkness rolls off his shoulders like smoke crawling into my lungs.His face is a map of bruises and he has a massive black eye “You have a lot of guts to show your face here after what you've done”Eleana hisses as she turns to face Alder “Let me remind you…we're family now, and anything that involves my wife involves me too." “Don’t you dare take another step”Eleana steps in his way but she is no match for his brute strength..he pushes her with little effort and she stumbles backwards but I catch her just in time before she reaches the ground “Motherfucker! how dare you touch her!!”Uncle Ricardo raises his fist to strike Alder “I won't try that if I were you”Alder warns “unless you want to end up like your brother” “You are not going to get away with this,I will make sure you pay for ever even looking in my family's direction,see yo

FIORA “Present day” No Just No This can't be happening Someone wake me up from this nightmare before I lose my mind I don’t know how I end up on my knees. I don’t walk to where he fell l crawl.My vision is blind to all the people surrounding us and my ears are deaf to the shouts and chaotic noise. The only sound I hear is a long buzz and the only thing I see is him and lots of red Blood red Red.Red.Red Somebody…Uncle Ricardo is applying pressure on the wound to stop more of his life essence from flowing out but it doesn't stop It flows on and on till it forms a pool around his body ruining my wedding gown in the process but I couldn't care less,the only thing on my mind is the lifeless body before me I place my hands on his cheeks “Dad!dad!!....Open your eyes”I say between sobs “Please just open your eyes and look at me… There’s no response. I can fill his pulse under my fingers becoming weaker, his body heavier. His massive build is motionless and his skin is so pale…h

FIORA The very first time I met Alder he was nothing short of an infuriating asshole.It was my very first gig as a private chef. My big break after resigning from Dad's law firm and deciding that Law was not my passion, cooking was. I was hired by the Asher Williams family to cater for a small get-together they were having in honour of Asher's birthday Unfortunately for me,Asher is Alder's best friend and clumsy little me decided the best person to accidentally spill a drink on was him. He in turn regarded me like a naive little brat and made the entire night miserable for me. Every other person loved my food but of course Alder thought it was mediocre.He complained that my entree was too salty and my dessert too sweet,made me serve him his dish personally which was not my job by the way because the party had waiters and complained that the bouillabaisse—which I so delicately prepared–had hair in it But spilling a drink wasn't the biggest mistake I made,it was thinking he was ju

FIORA Alder saved me? I can't believe a egotistic, sadistic billionaire will ever even think of saving me For a second I think I'm dreaming, maybe this is just my brain's way of making me forget about this cruel incident..So I blink several times to make sure this is not an hallucination but he is still here…In the flesh! Under the blue light, his eyes are blank, emotionless. So empty I'm afraid I’ll fall into their pits. Dylan scraps himself off the concrete floor“who the fuck are you to tell me what to d–”before he can finish his sentence,Alder punches him in the jaw sending him flying right back to where he got up from “Fuck off! the next time I see you anywhere near her I will not only break the bones in your fingers but I will also sever them off and feed them to my dogs” “This isn't over”Dylan says before he finally exits the room “Are you okay?”Alder asks with no emotions whatsoever as he finally focuses his icy gaze on me Despite the dim light,I can still make out his