Novels by Crussia

“Madam, where you dey go?”, a man with a chewing stick hanging from his mouth said. (Where are you headed to, Madam?)The sun was so high in the sky, so bright it gave meaning to the word “sunshine”. The bright sun wasn't as hot as it looks, at least on an African's skin but for Klaudia, yeah it was one hell of a sun but the scene before her was as entertaining as it was intriguing.Luggages, packed together high as a bungalow and as big as a car were being pushed around in small trolleys and the laugage owners were just one person to one “mountain” and they were all headed for “departures”.“Madam?”, the man called out to Klaudia, waving his chewing stick in her face.“Hi”, Klaudia said to him, jumping back a little at the sight of his chewed chewing stick very close to her own mouth. She will try not to kill anybody on her first day. This man's mouth set off like a treadmill set at a high speed because of a single “hi” and from the look of things, he was throwing in some inults ther

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENTTip tap. Tip tap. Tip tap. The steady dropping of water on a wet surface could be heard all through the dingy cell. To the left there was a toilet and a very little shower stall, the room was pure mockery to it's occupant. What was left of the formerly handsome Christian Gerard was broken limbs and a swollen face. The toilet and shower stall were entirely useless since he didn't have the limbs to go, he did his business on the bed, emitting a very offensive smell in the whole room and everyday he was punished for doing his business on the bed.The guards would come in and whip him with belts and animal tails for finding him in a pool of his own excreta and urine that would explain the angry welts all over his body. He would be dragged down from the bed, dump him in the shower stall, and they would strip the bed and dump clean sheets on his bed.The excruciating pain of having to crawl around with his busted knees, broken shin bones, dislocated ankles and two

It had been twenty six days since Zach went into a coma, twenty six days since he had been lying still, except for the little rise and fall of his chest to show that he's alive and today he woke up.Freya had been changing his diaper when he wiggled his big toes and in a haste she punched the emergency buttons a few times, alerting the team of doctors and nurses that something was going on in the room.Alan had sprung up from where he was seated and was by Freya's side in a flash when he saw what was going on and the rest, Bridget, Lauryn and Pippa who were camped just outside the room rushed in when they heard the commotion.He groaned and tried to shuffle around the bed, his little hand trying to lift from where it lay by his side.“Mummy”, his eyes fluttered and closed, his voice croaked.“I'm here baby”, Freya said, choking on her words.“I'm here. Your mummy is here”, she reminded him over and over again, her hand clasped arpund his own that had lost that childish robustness and

Stephan walked through Hyde park with his hand stuck in his pants pocket and his phone in his ear. He was meeting a group of three men and two women in an apartment around there and he was close from the look of things.England was looking, well how England would look during winter and the cold was bone chilling, Stephan made a wise choice by rocking a coat, a hat on his head with leather gloves on his hands.He got to the entrance of the ordinary looking apartment building and checked himself in.He knocked on the door and waited for a response from the other side.“Who?”, a female voice asked.“My God. Are you a dog?”, Stephan sighed exasperated.The door opened to reveal a slender woman with a dark makeup going on, a crop top showing off her toned stomach and her fake blonde hair completing the look. The minute she saw Stephan she straightened.“Sir. Wasn't expecting you around now”, she said, making way for him to enter the apartment.“I see”, Stephan said, looking around the diso

Freya sat cuddled up to Alan who held her close to his body as he scrolled through his phone. They were in Zach's hospital room as the doctors had started chemotherapy for him and he looked weaker than before. He had still not woken up and Freya set up camp on his room, making Alan too decide to stay with her while the others came, spent the whole day there and went back home to return the next day.“Thank you”, Freya whispered.“For what?”, Alan looked down at her, ignoring his phone for a moment.“For being with me through this trying time”, she said.“I want to be here”, he shrugged and went back to his phone.Freya looked up at him, sitting up from his hold and making him turn his attention to her.“You are a good man”, she whispered, peering at his dark orbs.“Because I stayed?”, he quizzed, genuinely confused.“Because you can be selfless and human”, she shrugged.“I am human”, he reminded her, causing her to chuckle.“Yes. When you're not being an iceberg”, she said, earning a

A doctor came out of a ward with a solemn look on his face and faced the group of the O'Hagan women and Alan.Freya sprung up, her reddened eyes begging for some sort of relief for her pain but the look on the doctor's face was not giving her that hope.“Parents of Zachary McIntyre?”, he asked them, his eyes looking at each of them.Alan carried a tired Pippa in his arms who had fallen asleep on Freya after hours of waiting and he had to take her at some point since everyone was tired too.“I am his mother”, she said.The doctor looked at Alan and back at Freya and sighed.“I'm sorry I just… You are all his family. Come with me please”, he requested and started towards his office and all of them followed him until they all got settled in his office, Alan still carrying Pippa and standing beside a scared Freya who was seated on one of the two chairs, Lauryn on the other one and Bridget standing behind the two of them, their hands clasped together.He looked at all of them and sighed ag